In the evening, I was engaged in obscenity with a girl. At the culmination moment, I lay down on the pillow to rest, I lay down with a blessed smile, and there is a whirlwind from the water pipes spread across the entire apartment, similar to a trumpet in an elephant's hood.
It would be nothing if the girl had not immediately issued the phrase that made me wildly, laughing for a while, crawling on the bed: "Elephants trumpet... Maugli has become a man!"