Л. Полищук - Монолог женщины - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

HAPPY WOMAN'S MONOLOGUE

I leave the entrance in the morning. The sun is above the yard, a neighbor is in the yard. I tell her:

- You are a gossip!

And she told me:

- And your husband is a drunkard.

And I smile, I pretend that I feel good. It seems that I am even somewhere happy. I just don't know where.

They say there are husbands who drink and walk. With my half-trouble. He only drinks. But he doesn't walk. I know this for sure.

You can't walk with him. He falls.

The drunken husband has his own charms.

There is a neighbor. She's dried up from jealousy ... How the vobla became. Everything is watching, as if her husband is not beaten off.

And I am calm. No one will beat mine.

And he will be beaten off - he will not be happy!

But in my everyday life I am unpretentious. Neighbors wash, starch all day ... There are three sheets on each rope. And they are all white. And of course, teetotal husbands need comfort. And a drunkard doesn't care what to sleep on. Mine generally prefers on the street.

But what is his environment. Especially on Friday!

Neighbors, those do not sleep at night. Everyone thinks where to invest their husband's salary, so that dividends drip. And I sleep well. If I sleep at all.

What to think? Think not here. I made myself the last dress last year. The husband drank his last suit the year before last.

Other husbands like ... Their wives are offended - they don't even move. And mine…

We decided to take a walk with him somehow, so I haven't left the house yet, I see, he is already beating someone.

In general, you will not get bored with mine. And soon it will be quite fun. Our son is expelled from the kindergarten. They say that he is developed beyond his years. Knows too many words. And all are not the same.

They write to other husbands for work. Like, such-and-such children do not bring up or rowdy. Not a line to mine.

Nowhere ...

Who said that you can't live on one salary?

Not true. We live. One. On mine.

But he loves me. True, with a strange love.

“If anything, he says, I'll cripple. So that no one gets such a beautiful ... "

Othello! Recently, out of jealousy, he broke my glasses.

I say:

- What have you done, desired one ... And he replies:

- I beat you on points! Uniform Olympian.

They say: go complain. And where to? There is no trade union for drinkers. The police answer: we can not help. But if he kills, it's another matter!

Who said I was crying? Where are the tears? It?

Maybe tears. But they are through laughter. Or vice versa!