Book: Tell me how you live

Since then, when I was homesick
When I was hard,
When I'm getting a finger
Accidentally in ink
When not with the foot Shoe
Tried to pull,
When despair and gloom
I filled the chest,
I cried loudly for the whole house
And remembered me
The old man with whom he was familiar
I once at home
That was such a talker,
This handy and, moreover,
Outstanding scholar -
He talked about this and that,
And his eye were on fire.
And the curls soft silver
Shone on the bald forehead...