Наши женщины чаще всего обвиняют нас в чёрствости....

Our women most often accuse us of callousness. We don’t give flowers, we don’t sob, sob over Hachiko and slurp vilely, consuming tiramisu. They are unhappy when the questions “How do you like this dress?”, “And these jeans?”, “And this clutch?” the neutral “yep!” is heard. At this moment, dear women, Ernan Crespo runs in your man’s head and carefully throws the Liverpool goalkeeper, hits the goal of Dida Vladimir Shmitser and misses Andriy Shevchenko at the very last second of overtime. And then a series of penalties with rewarding. Ladies, you are not there. No! I understand that it’s so hard to accept that a man’s brain is sometimes not occupied by you. Thinking about a football match, we are children. Leave us with them.