I married early, at the age of 21. My husband, though 5 years older than me, and my second marriage, was as tight as I was in terms of family relationships. We scandalized all the time because of everything. They lived the first time with their parents.

Actually the story itself.

Once again, we fell into dust and dust. My parents were at work, so I just went to the yard because I could not be alone with my husband. In the courtyard we then had a straw, the old Soviet, I attached to it as a child with the tongue in the winter. I sat on her and suffered. And here, I see, my father is going to work. He came, asked what happened, and I told him. And we have to say that he was a person not very emotional, at least from the outside) He listened, sneezed, smoked, and kept silent. I spoke and I also kept silent. And then he begins to stir me slowly, catch-catch, catch-catch. Ever higher and higher, I already help my legs to get higher, faster, catch-catch. Oh, in five minutes already high, the spirit captures what tears, laughter hysterical. That’s how I hit for 30 minutes, my oldest daughter, catch-catch. He sneaks silently, smokes, smiles, and I sneak like a child, these are those memories)))