Текст песни Л. Полищук - Монолог женщины

MONOGO OF A HAPPY WOMAN

I leave the porch in the morning. There is sun above the courtyard, a neighbor in the courtyard. 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’m even somewhere happy. Just don’t know where.
They say there are husbands who drink and walk. With my troubles. He only drinks. But does not walk. I know that for sure.
You can’t walk with him. He is falling.
A drunk husband has his own charms.
There is a neighbor. Well, she’s dried up out of jealousy ... How did she become? Everything follows, as if her husband were not recaptured.
I'm calm. Nobody will beat mine.
And beat off - will not be happy!
But in everyday life my unpretentious. The neighbors wash and starch all day ... There are three sheets on each rope. And all are white. But what, non-drinkers husbands need comfort. A drunkard still has something to sleep on. Mine generally prefers on the street.
But what is his environment. Especially on Friday!
Neighbors, they don’t sleep at night. Everyone thinks where to put their husband’s salary so that dividends would drop. And I sleep peacefully. If at all I sleep.
What to think? Then think not think. I made my last dress last year. The husband drank his last costume the year before ...
Other husbands like ... Their wives are offended - they won't even budge. And mine…
We somehow decided to walk, so I have not left the house, he’s already, I look, he’s beating someone.
In general, you will not get bored with mine. And soon it will be completely fun. Our son is expelled from kindergarten. They say it is developed beyond its years. He knows too many words. And all are not the same.
They write to other husbands for work. Like, such and such children are not raising or rowdy. Mine is not a line.
Nowhere ...
Who said that you can’t live on one salary?
Not true. We are living. On one. On mine.
But he loves me. True, a strange love.
“If anything, he says, I’ll cripple. So that no one gets so beautiful ... "
Othello! Recently, out of jealousy, I broke glasses.
I say:
- Well, what have you done, coveted ... And he replies:
- I won you on points! Uniform olympian.
They say: go complain. And where to? The union has no drinkers. The police answer: we can’t help. But if he kills - another thing!
Who says I'm crying? Where are the tears? It?
Maybe tears. But they are through laughter. Or vice versa!