I spoke a day ago with a very familiar Hindu about the joys of our youthful leisure. Here, I say, we have an incredibly close-up game in the lighthouse. Young people sit around: a guy-girl, a guy-girl... The leader takes the light bulb with his lips and passes the sitting on the right, the one on the next, and so on. And all with the lips, because hands behind the back! Having performed such a circle of honor, the light bulb is shortened a little and again released around the circle.



I point out to this Hindu the meaning of this game... What is this child of the Kamasutra jungle?



He said, “You are the extremists, the Russians. Why are you not burning?! to