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that house looked old and lonely.
the house was among forest and field.

it heard the singing of birds in sunny days.
the sound bounced off hollow walls and then the house felt alive.

it heard the thunder in muzzy days.
it heard the cry of the nature — and it felt pain.
there was noisy — and the house was anxious.

sometimes one little boy was coming in the house.
it remembered this boy well.
when the boy was here, thunders became not so scary and singing of birds — more beautiful.

this boy loved the silence of house.
he told, he could here unwind.
the calmness of this house helped him to decompress. he forgets about his hard life.

the house knew something about peace through that boy.
it understood, there are in the world not only green forests and fields, but also a grey and stone jungle, blue and salt water and hills of sand.
it understood, the world was big and wonderful.

maybe it's true. but this house was for boy the most beautiful place.
sometimes the boy cried.
and the sound of his cry was for house scarier than noise of thunder.

and this boy... went away once.
where did he cry now? who did he tell stories now?
the house didn't know.
it could only wait. wait and hope.

ten years have passed like this.
the house became older, and forest — bigger.
birds sang still, but the house didn't know the words to describe the beauty of the sound.
this songs became for him too much routine.

but someone laughed once.
two young men were walking along the road to the house.
one of them told stories, and another listened. one of them smiled, and another blushed.

then that house knew about new feeling.
two young men have opened the door.
the echo of laughter bounced of hollow walls now.

🤩🤩🤩 that house becames
🤩🤩🤩 the home.

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