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Video about what the world would look like if our grandmothers and grandfathers used the Internet every day.
Alisa Myasishcheva She and that
How did it happen that for such important human parts (of the body), the great and mighty language couldn't find a suitable word? ... Everyone who has ever had a long-distance romantic relationship knows how difficult it is to describe their passion using their native language. You can be as skilled as you like in making love to a woman physically, but you can't express it verbally in any way. You want to say so gently and sensually what you would do if you were nearby, but the words turn out to be either a protocol of a gynecological examination or a copy of a wall from a vocational school toilet. ... As soon as a Russian man decides to tell his flushed-with-excitement girlfriend how, where, and exactly what he wants, the woman will curl up with laughter, and then call her friends: "What, did he really say that? And what did you say?" - "And I said that my pussy is dry and is currently catching a rat in the basement." And here stands a man, swaying with unfulfilled passion. "Well... there," "Well... there," "Well... this... it... there... with you..." And again, I delete another unfinished SMS. I, a compatriot of Tolstoy and Dostoevsky, am missing one vitally necessary word. Well, okay, two.
Marmot
