They were sitting in an international company. A solitary Arab journalist, judging by her stories, was actively looking for a husband at the time. A colleague, who knew foreign languages poorly enough, literally looked into her mouth, catching every word in the hope of understanding what it was about. Naturally, it was regarded by others as a sign of the companion’s willingness to fall under her spells. Humor jokes began, reduced to explaining to our friend the fact that without marriage he will not succeed, and to conclude that he will have to accept Islam and break up with a certain part of his anatomy. The fellow thought for a moment and said:
Roses are cut to last longer.