The Life Story by Edward Asadov

They were students young,

They loved each other lank.

An 10 square-yard room – is that a perfect family home?

Sometimes, preparing for exams out,

Over books or notebooks layout

They often sat together until late at night musingdome.

She tired easily, poor girl,

And if she asleep fell,

He  washed the dishes or  swept entire the room.

Then, trying not to make noise,

embarrassed by sideways glances,

He secretly washed the laundry behind the  door under  the moon

They became engineers. well;

Years passed withouts quarrels.

But happiness is a capricious thing, unstable like smoke or fen:

After a meeting on Saturday,

Returning home from work hurdy,

He once found his innocent wife kissing another man!

There is no   pain in the world sharper!

He would rather have died being smarter.

For a minute he stood in the doorway, staring qwith a vacant gaze.

He didn't listen to explanations,

He didn't take the relationship seriously,

He didn't take a single dollar or shirt, silently stepped

back at once.

The kitchen buzzed: “This fellow.

Tell me, what an Othello!

Well, she kissed him, made a mistake... a little blood

rushed to her head!

And he didn't forgive." — "Have you heard?" —

Philistines! They didn't even know at heart,

That perhaps this is  true love is like that…