Character: Serafima Ilyinichna

- Lord, if you really exist, send him a sound.
At this moment the room read out the most incredible roar of the pipe.
- I told you that there is. Here, the fact remains.

- Shh... Do You Hear...
- No... And you?
And I don't hear anything.

You why, young man, this pornography do? There is a woman head or even worse washes, and you it into the gap look.
- I'm on it, Serafima Ilyinichna, from a Marxist point of view looked, and at this point there's no porn to be.
Well, in your opinion, from this point on-to another looks like, or what?
Not just different, but completely opposite. I many times checked. Go it's, you know, on the Boulevard, and goes to meet you lady. Oh that's right, ladies all sorts of forms and all sorts of lines. And this comes from her burning eyes the beauty that only you close your eyes and breathe. But now will stop and think, and let me see her, Serafima Ilyinichna, from a Marxist point of view and... take a look. What do you think Serafima Ilinichna? All of it just vanishes, so of women, it turns out bad I can not tell you. I'm in the light now nothing jealous. I am from this point can see. Here want now, Serafima Ilinichna, I look at you?
- God forbid you.
- Still look.
- Help!