Текст песни басни Крылова - ЛАРЧИК

It happens often to us
And work and wisdom to see there,
Where there is only a guess
For a business to take.

For someone brought the casket from the master.
Trim, clean Casket eyes rushed;
Well, just admiring the beautiful casket.
Here enters the room mechanics wise.
Looking at the small chest, he said, "casket with a secret,
Thus; He and without lock;
And I dare to open; yeah, yeah, sure of it;
Do not laugh so sly!
I'll find the secret and you open Casket:
In mechanics, and I let something stand. "
Here for the casket, he began:
Werth it from all sides
And his head breaks;
That carnations, then the other, then shrugs bracket.
Then, looking at it another
He shakes his head;
Those whispers, and they laugh with each other.
Ears only just given to:
"Not here, not, not there!" Forest mechanic breaks.
Sweating, sweating; but finally tired,
From behind casket
And how to open it, I did not guess;
A casket just opened.