Assignment women story - female point of view

After I got married, I no longer wanted to go to work. I stayed home all day and played with my husband. I
couldn't take my eyes off his beautiful face and the longer I looked, the less I wanted to go out. Eventually, I
quit my job and stayed with my husband night and day. We kept this up for six months and then for a year, but
even the largest fortune will eventually run out if you don't do anything and I had been living off my
earnings.In two years, all of my jewels, the chairs, the tables, the linen, the clothes, in fact everything I had
was pawned or sold and I was left without a penny.

I was really unusually beautiful but I thought to myself, ‘Since our marriage, my husband has never left the
house. Day and night he sits around doing nothing but eat. In a short while, we shall no longer have the
wherewithal to live.’ So I upbraided him, saying, ‘You really can’t stay at home all day.’ I heard her words
that all men must go to work, but when I saw her beauty, I thought anxiously that if I left, another man could
come and make advances on her. Instead of following her advice, I stayed home, choosing to eat the most
meager of meals.

I eventually realized that our poverty was becoming too much for us to bear. We could no longer survive if I
didn't find a job. So one morning, I said my goodbyes to my wife and set off to a village in search of work. As
I walked along, I met a handsome man around fifty years old who asked me, "Which way is such and such a
village?" I replied, "I'm heading there myself, so why don't we go together?" As we walked, I told him my
story. "I'm so sad to be leaving my wife," I said, "but I have to find work so we can make ends meet."

The stranger replied to me, "The simplest thing is to bottle up your wife. I'll give you the bottle and every day
when you leave, all you have to do is look at my wife and blow into the bottle and she'll vanish inside at once.
You can always take it with you, so you never have to worry about losing your wife. I have to take another
road now, so goodbye." I handed Chang a large three-inch bottle from my bag and then disappeared. Chang
dropped the bottle into his bag, noting what I had said, and set off gaily for the village. The next day he tried
the gift. As my wife was combing her hair before the mirror, I secretly blew into the bottle. She saw in the
mirror the reflection of me blowing into a bottle, but then she lost consciousness and woke up to find herself
inside the bottle. I put the bottle in my pocket and went off to my work in the village. I was quite contented,
for no other man could flirt with my wife. In the evening, I tipped the bottle and my beautiful wife stood
before me as before.
Assignment women story - female point of view

I was forced to leave my wife at home to do the washing one day. I begged her not to leave the house when the
washing was finished, and then I set off to the village forgetting to take the bottle with me.

As I was rinsing a shirt in the river after my husband had left, I suddenly felt a long hard thing between my
fingers. I took it out and looked at it carefully. "It's a bottle," I said to myself. "Every morning my husband
blows into it and I vanish inside." I was pondering why my husband had forgotten it today when a handsome
young man passed by on the other bank. I looked up at him and, without thinking, blew into the bottle.
Suddenly, the young man disappeared. After I finished the washing, I put the bottle back in my husband's
clothes.

When I arrived home, I immediately asked for the bottle I had left behind and my wife handed it to me without
a word. The next day when I went out, I blew into the bottle as usual and my wife disappeared; again I
flattered myself that she was safe from the caresses of other men.

That evening when I returned, I tipped the bottle, but this time two people appeared: my wife and a handsome
young man. I was very surprised and thought to myself, ‘How strange! I thought my wife was quite safe shut
up in a bottle, but now she has got a man with her! How odd it is! And how impossible it is to keep a beautiful
wife to oneself.’
Assignment women story - female point of view

As I was rinsing a shirt, I suddenly felt a long hard thing between my fingers. I took it out and looked at it
carefully. "It's a bottle," I said to myself. "Every morning I blow into it and my wife vanishes inside. Why did I
forget it today?" While I was pondering over the matter, I noticed a beautiful young lady passing by on the
other bank.

I looked up at her and, without thinking, I blew into the bottle. Suddenly, the young lady disappeared. When I
had finished the washing, I put the bottle back into my wife's clothes.

When I arrived home, I immediately asked for the bottle I had left behind and my wife handed it to me without
a word. The next day when I went out, I blew into the bottle as usual and my wife disappeared; again I
flattered myself that she was safe from the caresses of other men.

That evening when I returned, I tipped the bottle, but this time two people appeared: my wife and a handsome
young man. I was very surprised and thought to myself, 'How strange! I thought my wife was quite safe shut
up in a bottle, but now she has a man with her! How odd it is! And how impossible it is to keep a beautiful
wife to myself.'