I took one of my familiar Uzbek taxi drivers on business. They talked. She asks him:

Are you married?

I have two wives!

Oh how! How did you succeed?

and simply. My first wife gave me a daughter and she was told she would not be able to give birth again. One child is too little, especially a girl. I gathered a family council. He proposed to divorce, build a house for them and help them. My wife did not want to divorce and decided that I would take a second wife. The other had to persuade for a long time, but she agreed. We now live on the same plot: the house of our first wife and daughter and our house with our second wife and son.

Is it suitable for them?

Absolutely!

How are you living here alone?

Why alone? Now my first wife and daughter live with me. Soon I’ll go with them home and take a second wife... we’ll have a second child with her.