The Dargaiah Ridaccy!
(From letters to the newspaper in the section "Sexologist Advice")

Interrupted sexual intercourse is always bad, especially when it is interrupted by the arrival of a husband.

“It happened that during our love game a leg was broken on the couch. I fell right on her cat, who, frankly, was cruel to me.”

“I persuaded her all night, and when I persuaded, I dropped everything and ran to work.”

“We decided to make love like we did in the movie 9.5 Weeks. I split up, and he anointed me with strawberries and began to sliced meat from my body. Everything was blessed well. In the evening he was caught by diarrhea from unwashed berries.

"Arthem began to gently smooth my hands, as if looking for a weapon."

“I came with a large bouquet of roses and kept silent all night. I was crying alone all night. “Is it a cowboy, just a big dog?”

“Once in 1975, my husband brought home a condom. I was afraid of him like a mouse or a rat. My husband was more experienced before marriage, he insisted on protection and, when he entered me with this Soviet condom, he took a selfie there and stayed there. And we, forgive me, tried to get the spoon for an hour.”

“The army made me a man, even though I didn’t want it.”

“I confessed to my wife that I had a passion for Mila, but I didn’t sleep with her. So she arranged for me that I’d better sleep.”

“On my first date at the age of 15, I took ten condoms. And all of them were useful: We filled them with water and threw them out of the lodge to the passers.

“When we sat at the table, I was between two Valers. They told me to make a wish. I guessed, but it was not my wish, but theirs."

"She said that she went to the country with her mother, and returned all in the meadows.
“Strange,” I say, “you have a relationship with your mother.”