Her wife phoned Suleymen:
- It’s me,
Me, Fahire.
Did you not recognize my voice?
I screamed all of a sudden, is that so?
Screaming?
Maybe ...
No,
The kids are not sick.
Listen to me:
Stop working and come here,
But hurry up.
I can not speak on the phone,
I can’t.
There’s still an eternity until the evening.
Hours, hours
As long as the doom.
Don’t ask.
Listen to me ...
If you can’t find a ferry right away
Take a boat to Uskudar.
Take a taxi.
If you don’t have money
Get an advance from your boss.
Do not think anything on the road,
Try to come without lies as much as possible.
Lies must be told to the strong
Now, I am weak.
Do not tease me, darling.
Yes it will snow,
Yes,
The weather is nice.
Not as the man on whose chest I slept,
Not as my husband
But come as my elder one, my intelligent one, my father
2nd
Süleyman came,
Fahire asked her husband, Süleyman:
- Is it true?
- Yes.
- Thank you, Suleyman.
Look, I'm relieved.
Look, I don’t cry anymore.
Where did you meet?
- At a hotel.
- On the side of Beyoglu?
- Yes.
- How many times?
- Three or four.
- Is it three or four?
- I don’t know.
-Is it so difficult to remember that Suleyman?
- I don’t know.
- In a hotel room then.
Who knows how dirty the sheets were.
I read in an English novel,
In that kind of hotels
There are broken bathtubs.
Was there any in yours Suleyman?
- I don’t know.
- Try to remember,
A broken tub with spring pink flowers?
- Yes.
- Did you ever give her a gift?
- No.
- Chocolate or anything else?
- Once.
- Did you love her?
- Love?
No ...
- Are there others, Suleyman?
- No.
-Noone?
- No.
-So you loved that one
If there were others
I would feel more comfortable ...
Was she screwing so well?
- No.
- Tell me the truth, look how brave I am ...
- I'm telling the truth ...
- They already showed me.
More like a cow than a woman.
Her legs larger than my waist ...
But it's a matter of taste ...
One more thing, Suleyman:
Why?
- I don’t know ...
In the darkness of the window
A snowy, heavy pine branch.
It's been a while since
the clock chimed twelve in the living room.[was supposed to rhyme]
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Süleyman's wife Fahire
Told her husband in the next day:
- ... The compassion I felt for myself,
became an unbearable pain
Now that I have decided to die, Süleyman ...
My mother, my children and you
would find my footprints in the snow.
Guard, cops, a wooden ladder
And you would carry out the corpse of a woman
From the well in the backyard.
Is it easy?
Walking towards the a well in the night
then stopping at the edge
diving into the darkness upsidedown?
But if you did not
find my footprints in the snow
It's not because I was scared.
Guard, stairs, cops,
Gossip, scene,
The suicide of a cheated wife:
Comical.
Explaining why I died is arduous.
To who? To everyone, to you.
One can’t stop thinking of others
Even when deciding to die
You were sleeping in the bed
Your face was comfortable,
Just like how you always sleep,
Before her and with her.
It started to snow outside.
Going out to the balcony with a single dress:
Pnuemonia the next day,
To die without any show or fanfare.
No,
I never thought it was possible to just get a cold.
I lighted the stove.
One must get warm first.
Then the lungs crack just like a glass.
I'm looking at the window, the snow:
«Like a bird that lost his mate,
the snow,
searches the past days of the spring... »
My father loved this poem very much.
You do not like it at all.
«From the right to the left, from the left to the right ...»
I walked to the balcony with the lights on.
«As snow
falls and cries ... »
I sat at the balcony.
The air is silent as the dead.
The darkness was all white.
As if I’m in a sleep.
As if a person I like very much
Fearing to wake me up
walks around softly.
I was not feeling cold.
My sorrow was settling
Getting clearer.