A letter 'bout de purity o' de code, when de heart meets «De One» too late

Dere ain't nothin' more painful dan de moment when yer livin' in an unaware marriage hangin' by a thread, bearin' it wid yer last strength — an' suddenly someone comes inter yer path, an' wid all yer soul yer know: he be de one. It be a trial where de whole depth o' human honor be tested.

Someone in dat second gives in ter weakness, goes fer deceit an' betrayal, defilin' both dere current home an' de new bright feelin'. De outcome o' such a step be always terrible: folks who once shared a bed break each other's hearts an' turn inter merciless enemies ready ter tear each other apart, an' de children suffer between 'em.

But thar be another path — the path o' an inner moral code, when ye simply cannae allow yerself to step into a new bond through a lie, no matter how sore the heart be. Ye choose purity an' ye step back. An' then life parts ye tae different shores again — till ye both grow an' become truly free. Sometimes after such pain a soul shuts itself so deep that it fears tae try again. An' sometimes fate, havin' waited for the hour o' purity an' freedom, brings two grown souls together anew — no shadow, no barriers left.