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JEALOUSY

The most beautiful girl in the village, Khasiyat, was a seventeen-year-old girl when she married Sherali, the eldest son of the old man Donaboy from the neighbor village. The bride's dress added ten beauties to one of her beauties ... The situation became so bad that the villagers came to see the new bride and drove away the old man Donaboy. On top of that, the groom was a teacher of literature, he would fly around his wife without ignoring his parents, he would not spare his sweet words, he would try his best not to hit her hand in the cold water. The mother did not like this trick, she was annoyed, and sometimes, when her neck was very stiff, she would look at the old man and say, "This child is just a stupid." But ...

Three children born in a row changed Khasiyat. The bride lost weight, her cheekbones twitched, her face wrinkled, and for some reason her temples began to turn white early. From the previous delicacies, it seems that the work is gone. I don't stop sooner or later. Isn’t the head bride, the whole weight of the household is on her shoulders. The mother in-laws are still young, and the sisters-in-law have touched the ground. The work began at four o'clock in the morning: milking the cows, sweeping the yard, baking bread, cleaning the house, lunch, dinner, cleaning the bottom of the cattle, picking up the dung ... One day, his mother-in-law went to bed to perform ablution, and when the sheep were overgrown, it was as if she was going to die ... The old man Donaboy had a lot of black cattle. The boy had tied a big stray dog ​​to the back of the room to keep an eye out. During the new bridal period, the dog would bark like a rope until Khasiyat saw her. Then she began to wash and teach the dog for herself.
While the anxiety of a large household is also great. The Khasiat had a hard time resting for a moment. One day her husband suddenly said to her: "Can't you just look at yourself?" He said. "Would they marry me now?" Said the Khasiyat bride indifferently. Sherali looked at him strangely. Another day, Sherali told him: "Don't you have a better shirt?" There is nothing left for you to wear. ' This time his voice was louder and more jerky. She smiled for a moment, then said: "Shall I put on an atlas shirt and clean my coat?". Her husband could not nail it. He rolled his eyes. The bride thought to herself, "I'm done.""I don't care about the other one." But soon it was discussed again.
Her husband was a little upset that day. "You can smell the manure, go and wash it well," he said, and sent his wife out into the yard at night. Khasiyat did not want the bride to wash her hands with soap three or four times. Eventually he went to the stream that ran through the garden and splashed mud on his hands. For a long time this lake sat. Then, as he washed and turned back, tears of humiliation came to his eyes. It was the first time she had cried since she became a bride. Leaning against the apple tree, he sobbed and cried for a long time. Her husband was already asleep when he entered the house, pressing himself and rinsing his face in the muddy water flowing in the ditch. The next morning he went out into the yard, put on his make-up, and put on one of the shirts he had put in the box, saying, "I'll wear it when I go out to paint." His father-in-law, who was returning from ablution, looked at his daughter-in-law in astonishment. She felt this and ran into the kitchen out of embarrassment. The old man entered the house and whispered to the old woman:
"Get up and find out, is the bride riding somewhere?" The full-fledged old woman went out into the yard. From the open window of the kitchen she saw the bride's dough darkening and slowly stepped back.
"I'll follow her, if I have to,"she muttered to herself. When the dough came out to wash his hands, his mother-in-law, who was playing in the yard, came running.
"Again, where are you going?" Are you going to the market? They whispered. She was in a very awkward position. She felt like she was walking as a guest. He didn't want to study at all. The bread that was covered that day came out in pieces without giving the bottom. She broke his mother-in-law's Chinese porcelain bowl as he swam for lunch. The dish Mission was a thing of the old woman's bride.
"You,"she said, shaking his hand to Khasiyat, "do your job until you paint your eyebrows!" Khasiyat fired from the bride's face. Lip entered the house, took off his clothes and started shooting everywhere. A few days later, while Khasiyat was breastfeeding her young daughter, her husband suddenly said:

"She's an ice cream seller, and I'm surprised to see her open a shop next to the store." It is early in the morning in the city. She trades hand-in-hand throughout the day. When it gets dark, she goes to the city again. I guess it's homework while I'm awake. Still, she never shaved.

How can she look after herself?- Khasiyat did not answer the bride.
She bit his lip and barely returned the shriek stuck in her throat. Sherali did not notice his wife's condition. He was drunk in some pleasant mood swing. As the days passed, Khasiyat became more and more attracted to the bride's husband. Sherali doesn't want to sit at home next to her time, distracting herself with household chores. he was wandering in the yard. The woman had the only dream she had never told anyone. She really wanted her husband to give her powder and perfume. She wanted so many perfumes that she would never be satisfied. She smelled of roses, not manure.

"I wish the passer-by would get dizzy from drunkenness," she said.

A woman is thrifty, even if she does a thousand. I don't care if I pay a penny for this insignificant perfume. If she feels any shortcomings in her life, she immediately regrets that she was generous to herself. The men's guide is different, they just close their eyes and take it. Then they will probably never regret it. Who knows again? Her husband wants her to be beautiful, but ... I don't even remember that the beetle has a heart. Her husband moved away from her. Even after school, he would snooze, come home late, and sometimes fall asleep without wanting to eat. One day Sherali came home screaming: "All right, Hosi, I'll quit teaching," he said. - I worked for so many years and didn't have one or two. I am engaged in trade. - Isn't the teaching good, calm ...

"It's a headache." Make a better meal in the evening. Guests are coming. Couple. I found a buyer for the apples in the garden. "Yes, what do you say," said the bride. "My father won't let me.""I'll talk to my father myself." Do as I say. In the evening, a brand new Jiguli came to a stop at the front door. Not a couple, but three people, two women, and a man came down from him. Khasiyat immediately realized that one of the bride's guests was a "woman who sells ice cream." But she did not go to unpleasant thoughts. She served in a hurry. Sherali was annoyed for some reason. Unable to sit in front of the guests, he still stood up, still making excuses for it. After the hospitality, the guests moved on to the park. Sherali also followed them. The stray dog ​​near the boy's room snarled at the strangers and raised his ears. After Khasiyat washed the bride's pots, the boy moved to the side of the room to milk the cows. She placed the fodder she had prepared during the day in front of the cows, rubbed her udder, and began to feed. At that moment a man's voice was heard from the net of the boy's room, from the side where the hole had been opened. Khasiyat felt that the bride's voice was her husband's.

"The deal isn't working out," he said to himself.
After a while, the woman asked, “What happened? What if I come ?! ” It was heard.
Khasiyat, the bride's curiosity prevailed, stopped milking, put the bucket on the ground away from the cow, and walked towards the hole. She sat down close to the wall, leaning over so they could not see from the outside.
"You embarrassed the man, you just said the two of them would go."
Sherali said with a sigh.
"Why, it's awkward," came the woman's cheerful voice.
"I just wanted to know what your wife was like.""Did you achieve your goal?""Yes, but I didn't like it, very much ... it's a ball." She was not jealous when she saw her husband being asked by foreign women ... "She thinks you're a guest." Come on, let's go over there.
- Don't be afraid, they will take your price. It's just ... you didn't hire such a young man. After my husband left me, I "blackmailed" my second wife of three years. He got rid of the misery by opening an ice cream shop. The woman was heard giggling. Khasiyat leaned against the wall, exhausted from the bride's limbs.
In my mind, the thought "That women is driving my husband astray" turned around and I could not find a place ... It was getting late when the bride left the room carrying a bucket of milk. The guests were still wandering in the garden, and the stray dog ​​was at its peak, barking and touching everyone's soul. The old woman, who was sitting on a bench on the porch, staring at the garden, seemed to feel something.
"If the dog hadn't barked, I would have listened to the guests,"she thought angrily. When she saw Khasiyat walking towards the kitchen, she whispered softly.
"Keep your voice out of sight,"she said forcefully.
"Yes," said Khasiyat in an inaudible voice. She was not conscious. Her whole body was covered with gash. In his heart he had a hatred for the woman who sold ice cream, which she did not yet fully understand. "She's trying to slander my husband and take him away ... Did she call me a bully?" Oh god, what do I do now? What days did I stay? Who do I tell about my pain? ” Khasiyat shivered as she approached the dog. The stray dog ​​seemed relieved to see him, but he wouldn't stop. The woman sat down next to the the chain, and silently looked to the side of the diamond. The couple of guests were returning to the courtyard. The husband showed the apples to woman, who sold ice cream, and whispered, but the woman's two eyes were on Khasiyat's daughter-in-law. She seemed to be looking at some kind of mockery of Khosiyat . She was about to take the dog out of the kennel and tie it up, looked at it once more as he passed by, a mixture of pain and hatred in her heart, a fire of revenge burning in his eyes. And "accidentally" the chain fell from her hand. Still in a rage, the barking dog ran towards the "lover". A moment later a woman was heard screaming in agony.

The Honor

For twelve years they had been wandering around in rented apartments. My husband did not have a permanent job, he worked as a loader at the train station and when he received a salary he got drunk. And his wife feeling that, she was waiting for him on the threshold with displeasure.
Did you drink again? Well, when will you think about the children, or about me? After all, you will soon devastate us.
In order not to fall, Sanjar held on to the door and mumbled:
- I earn my own money, so I`ll drink as much as I want.
«Damn you» his wife`s voice was heard through tears. So we will live in other people`s apartments for the rest of our days.
Sanjar pushed his wife away and made a way for himself, he went straight the bedroom, and said:
You found time to think about something!
-And when to think about it, if not now? Nadira answered her husband, entering after him Before she could say a word, her husband pushed her out and closed the door. He started swearing , called her a slut.
Nodira was standing in the corridor, also started calling him names:
- You`re a filthy drunk, a drunkard! There`s nothing to eat at home but you drunk as a pig. May you get poisoned and die! You don`t think about the children who are waiting for you at home.
Nodira swears until she says everything, until the whole fountain runs out. At such moments, she did not think about what she was saying. And finally, out of despair, he began to cry loudly. Tired of her words, Sanjar covers his ears with old yellowed pillows in the hope of not hearing her.
It doesn`t end there. The next day having gained strength, she continues:

• 
  And why the hell did I marry you, what did you give me? I live in other people`s apartments, which I had rented. All day long in worries, that suddenly the hostess will appear…
  

Do you cherish me, treat me with respect? Sanjar asks plaintively, suffering from a hangover.
- You first deserve this. You can not provide your daughter and wife alone, but you demand respect.
- Yes, damn you… - snarling ogrыzayas Sanjar muttered through his teeth and beat his wife.
It is impossible to calm Nadira with this, for twelve years , no more precisely, in recent years she has become accustomed to beatings, and any slap in the face, any blow caused only anger.
- If you can not provide, let`s get a divorce! I`m still getting married by some of them….
Over the past five or six years, such family scandals ! Have been repeated more and more often. As soon as the butter or bread runs out at home, or at school, money fees again…
And the worst thing begins after the arrival of the hostess just like a world war. And all quarrels end with the same worlds: «Yes, to hell with you…. He also calms himself that he is a man».
Sanjar also dreamed of living, like other people, in his own apartment, in a cozy house and comfort. The rent was getting more and more expensive, the hostess of the house disgusted him and seemed like a witch. And every time when she came to collect her rent , waiting for him at the entrance (the hostess lived in the next entrance), he avoided meeting with her. Recently, he has become irritable and nervous, he was coming off at everyone. He did not have the strength to listen to his wife`s sarcastic words and he tried to stop her mouth, but all no avail. Instead of calming down, she said terrible things, and he was forced to listen to her reproaches upreki. Twelve years ago, he could not even imagine that he could raise his hand against his wife, would beat her. Nadira`s curly hair, black at night, long eyelashes, beautiful eyes and snow- white skin fascinated him. He was afraid to touch her, as if she was a delicate creature that could be broken with one careless movement. He was ready to do everything for her, brought all his salary to her, worked till night, but there was still not enough money. For the first time, Nadira started talking about not having enough money after the birth of her daughter.
– My daughter cried all night, probably she did not eat enough,- once she said, turned red with shame
«You should feed her more often» - he replied, not looking into her eyes.
- I do not have enough milk, I do not eat enough, she replied, lowering her eyes.
He understood what his wife meant and loooking down , said
– You are a nursing mother, you should eat everything you want and do not save money. The health of our baby depends on you.
Nadira in response showed Sanjar a doctor's prescription. Immediately, he went to the pharmacy and the store twice for shopping, and on the third time he was thinking, because he had almost no money left. He told his wife:
- Be patient a little, I'm going to get a premium soon.
He did not give an exact date, because he knew that she would be waiting for this award. And the young and inexperienced Nadira also did not ask about the deadline, but kept waiting for that day. That's how it all started: at first with awkwardness and fear, then with insolence, every time when it came to the award, he excuse himself:
– Do you care about anything ,not only about money in this life? It would be better to give birth to another one, or will we live with one daughter?
By this time, Nadira, who had gained experience, impertinently without embarrassment, answered her husband:
How can we have a child from if we don't have money for his maintenance? – answering to Sanjar by this way, she did not even suspect that she was losing all the beauty that he valued and loved in her.
He tried his best to restrain himself, but over time he could no longer. The first time, when he came home drunk, she did not let him in, and when he forced his way into the house, she began to get out of relations with him, reproaching him for poverty. Unable to stand it , Sanjar raised his hand to her for the first time. From an unexpected blow, Nadira lost consciousness, falling at his feet. After this incident, Sanjar had a pain in his arm for a whole week. And Nadira couldn't come to her senses for a month, being offended by him . And no matter how hard he tried to beg her forgiveness, nothing helped. He brought all the earnings, but she did not pay the slightest attention to him.
And now at least kick her – you won't get through. Nadira, as before, is not offended. She was already used to beatings, and if Sanjar came home with a big profit, she forgot about everything and behaved as if nothing had happened. That was what annoyed him. He wanted her to resent razdrajat him as before. She behaved like the first time when she was hiding behind her little daughter, with the shame told him about the lack of funds.
Their relationship lacked of the sincerity, it seemed that something sticky hang on their family.
One day, when he was returning home from the work, he as usual, went to a shop by the road to drink and relax. It is true that a beggar has big pockets, but they are empty. He poked around in them for a couple of minutes and, not finding a penny, got angry and rude to the seller, who looked at him as if he was to blame for all his troubles. Spitting, Sanjar left the store and went home.
Nadira did not immediately open Sanjar. When he saw his wife, he froze with surprise, he had been looking for this spark of bliss in her for so long. Her cheeks were rosy , and her eyes… with the shame she avoided looking directly into his eyes. He had been dreaming about this for so long, and now… His head went blank with surprise. She took his outer clothes from him and hung them on hangers in the closet. Sanjar did not recognize her, it seemed to him that this was a dream! And he didn't want to wake up.
"After all, you can be happy without money," and he was just about to say this, when the voice of the hostess was heard from the kitchen.
And who came there? Nadira, why are you quiet?
It seemed to Sanjar that a bucket of cold water was poured on him.
– She came for the rent, made a scandal skandal, I barely calmed her down and offered her a drink, - Nadira explained to her husband.
– Have you had a drink too?" – he asked.
- Yes, I drank a little to calm her down, for the company.
Sanjar was horrified by this answer.
Nadira, - a voice came from the kitchen.
-Yes, yes, I'm coming! Maybe you'll join us, too? Nadira suggested.
He followed her without desire to. Despite her intoxication , the hostess tried to get up from her seat and, reeling, sat down. He felt uneasy, he was afraid that she would demand money for the rent of the apartment. As is having known his thoughts , she said:
- Don't be afraid, today I won't start a conversation about money, I'm in a great mood.
"If not today, then tomorrow, you'll still ask," he thought, and aloud, slightly moving his lips, he said:
– Well, we are grateful to you, because we still live here.
After a few gulps of the wine that was on the table, he began to praise her.
– You are a man, a real man! There are few people like you in the world. Some men are no match for you…
-Praise, praise, just don't forget to pay for the rent at the end of this month. Do you understand me?
-Maybe a little more, let's have your glass…
Aunt Tamara shook o her head when she got up from the table.
– No, thank you, dear, everything was very tasty, although without meat, - said the guest.
Nadira looked at her husband, he felt her sharp gaze on his skin.
Three weeks have passed.
One day, at about 11 am, there was a knock on the door. The visitor was clearly not in the mood. Sanjar, ran out in his pajamas, saw the hostess on the threshold and was speechless, and she, without stopping knocked the door, demanded to immediately pay for the apartment.
Sanjar repeated:
– I told you, that I`ll pay"
– Well, pay off right now, it's been six months since you've been lying to me.
– I paid for electricity today, now…
Tamara did not let Sanjar to finish his words.
Come on, quickly vacate osvobodi my apartment! Who do you want to fool, but who am I telling?! Release or I will call the police and say that you under false pretenses want to get the apartment of a poor and lonely old woman. I'll show you!
- Well, be patient for another week, please…
- Look, what he wanted, no, you'll pay me everything, right now, I've had enough!
– But... but I don't have that kind of money right now, that's the truth.
- Vacate the apartment!
Pushing him away, she went into the house and began to pick at the pockets of his clothes hanging in the hallway.
Sanjar froze zastыl like a statue.
Nadira, standing at the bedroom door, was ready to sink through the ground with shame.
Not finding a penny in her pockets, Tamara looked at Sanjar with disgust and said through her teeth:
- The drunk... all that he earned, he drank, the fucking drunk! I guessed it, this afternoon when I saw you. You have until the morning,find the money.
Before she could speak out to the end, Nadira came up to her, suddenly awakened because of the scandal.
-Let's go to the kitchen, let's go! I made your favorite pies. Please, I'm asking you, we'll pay for everything, every penny, I promise you. Where are we going to go?!
Nadira almost forcibly dragged the hostess to the table. Tamara tried to resist, but in vain. She had to give up. Nadira opened the old refrigerator and put everything that was in it on the table, even cheap sweets.
-"Maybe we'll drink to your health –" she suggested to the hostess.
She did not agree at first, but after thinking about it, she agreed. Nadira shot out onto the balcony, and after a while returned with a bottle of wine in her hands.
"Honey , maybe you'll join us," Nadira's cheerful voice was heard ten minutes later.
A minute later, Tamara called him. There was no trace of her threatening mood left.
After a few gulps, the company warmed up. A conversation ensued. The bottle was emptied quickly, Sanjar sent his wife to the store for a drink. Tamara, taking money out of the inner pocket of her dress, threw it in Nadira's face with the words:
- Drink so drink! Sanjar supported him with a loud laugh.
Nadira was afraid to go out alone, she woke up her daughter and went to the store with a sleepy child in her arms.
After drinking, his appetite developed, and before the time when Nadira returned with three bottles, Sanjar fried potatoes. They opened a bottle of wine, this time Nadira joined them. No matter what they talked about, it end with money.
After the second bottle, Sanjar began to complain about his worthless life.
– I work hard for days and it's no use, I don't know what rest is, I work like an ox.
Tamara advised:
- Let your wife work, and you rest.
The room became stuffy, sweat poured down in a hail , as if snow was melting...
- What are you saying, she has no education… who would hire her like that? She ele barely got to the eighth grade, where should she work?!
– Well, then, boy, you're in luck…
Not expecting to be taken care of, she filled her glass, drank it in one gulp glotok and put it on the table.
– What is a life!
From her exclamation , Sanjar was afraid that he might ask for money again...
– I don't feel sorry for you, " she continued. – I feel sorry for Nadira, your wife. You're a man, your fate is on the street. And she… Look at your wife: she is not even thirty, but she looks at all forty! I feel sorry for the woman…
Sanjar, staring at the half-empty bottle, did not even blink an eye.
– I often come to you, both when you are at home and when you are not, and every time your wife treats me to with a meal without meat. What kind of life is this?
– Well, not to the same extent... - Sanjar felt that he was stuffy , and unbuttoned the collar of his shirt.
– If I were you, I'd give her a chance to work. After saying that, she looked at Sanjar with pride. And you would have lived long ago, like others, in prosperity. Or at least there was meat.
-Why are you clinging to this meat? - Sanjar half-drunkenly peered at the hostess.
- It turns out that you are scolding your wife for not having another baby! If she can't eat enough, how can she give birth, huh?
Sanjar's expression changed, she hit the spot.
Looking at his wife, he asked:
– Did you want meat?
Nadira felt uneasy . She regretted letting Tamara into the house.
Sanjar, having filled his glass, drank and poured Tamara. She drank, put down the glass and said:
- Do you like to drink at someone else's expense?
"Well, I also gave money," Sanjar said.
Ignoring his words, the hostess continued:
- My advice to you! Leave your wife alone , and you will see how she will earn and provide for you.
-"I don't understand," Sanjar said through gritted teeth.
– Why don't you understand? She will earn money! If you don't know, then keep in mind that a woman can earn more than a man, otherwise how would I, in your opinion, buy two apartments on my widow's head?
Sanjar fixed his eyes on the almost empty bottle and said angrily:
"Oh, damn you!
And what did I say, you admit that you can't provide for them, and watch how she will earn. That's when you'll know how to live… I'll find her a cool man myself!
With these words, she turned to Nadira and, looking at her, continued:
– You can ask him anything – he will do everything! Only you need to change a little, well, it's... expensive perfume, dresses, cosmetics and so on.
- Oh, you bitch, you lousy bitch! Get out of here quickly! Sanjar slammed his fist on the table.
Of course, Tamara did not think to leave anywhere, she did not even move from her place:
– Why are you shouting so much?
-Get out of here, I said!
- Get out yourself! You forgot that this is my apartment. I'm showing you the right way, I'm giving you good advice, and you... look at your wife, she's silent, and her eyes are so beautiful… With these eyes, she can make anyone crazy , charm any man.
Sanjar, flushed with hatred began to throw at her everything that came to hand: an empty wine bottle, something else, the last thing he threw at her was a stool taburetka made of walnut iz and belonging to the hostess. The last thing Tamara managed to say:
- That's it, I'm finished!
After a while, Sanjar came to himself from his wife's scream.
– What have you done? Nadira, trembling with terror, kept repeating the same question, crying...
He was in shock, not understanding anything. A minute later, he came to himself and, seeing a dead woman lying on the floor, realized what he had done. Serves her right , he thought. Seeing Nadira trembling, he shouted:
- What are you doing here, get out of here!
After his wife left, he looked around, deciding to check whether the hostess was alive. He went and felt her pulse, checked her breathing, and, having made sure that she was dead, he wanted to close her eyes, but couldn't. He dragged the cooling body to the middle of the dining room and sat over it until morning.
The next day, he went to the nearest police station and confessed to the murder.