They are so unlucky and very upset
When suddenly cruel, sad thing understand:
“He needn’t me now, his heart’s growin’ cold,
I’m only a habit, he’s ready for fraud!”…
Sly winds blow stronger preparin’ for change
There are no more pities in treacherous heads;
Their passions as ether evaporate fast
They feel at own homes like unbidden guests…
What kind of solution have women to find:
Just try to forgive them and be satisfied,
Or, may be, get started to meet a new man,
Or constant great scandals with pleasure to fan?
If a woman is proud and strong, wise enough,
She’ll never be turnin’ against his “new staff”,
But can simultaneously have “own funs”
Rejectin’ wild jealousy, bein’ not frown!..
It’s no use for cryin’ of lost precious past -
Just value your marriage as a tiresome arrest;
A swell woman can ever be happy apart
From husband, if she is more crafty and smart!