He opened his eyes, forced a terrifyingly tight smile, and said, "Fine. Başa sal (explain). How do you plan to fix it?"
Instead of exploding, Dadaş simply sat down, put his head in his hands, and laughed. "In the play, it’s a comedy," he whispered. "In my life, it’s a tragedy." Hicran Tamasasi HirslЙ™nmЙ™ Basa Sal
"Listen," Mammad began, waving a copper pipe vaguely. "I saw a speck of dust. Just one! I thought, 'Dadaş loves this samovar like a son. I shall polish it.' But the polish was strong, Dadaş! Too strong! It didn't just take the dust; it took the handle right off!" He opened his eyes, forced a terrifyingly tight
Based on this classic Azerbaijani comedy, here is a story that captures the spirit of that phrase: The Secret of the Samovar "In the play, it’s a comedy," he whispered