Carnival Novel

CARNIVAL/ novel /"These stories are written off from the life of the book's characters. To some extent, is the truthful information? As for the names of people and their actions, the presence of coincidence, coincidence."Author's Note.Chapter first - O! How I love women! - Don Pino Nero took the glass with a carved table by the fireplace living room, filled with red wine Barbaresco. Sighing, he sat in a chair and cleverly continued: - O! I love women, how many false smiles. The sparkling eyes and a lovely pretty face. I love women, I despise them, and because they fall in loves with us it is showing all the falsity of his nature. Women doormats under his feet indifferent to him men (a man who swears his love for a woman and flatters her vanity, it does not appeal, because the woman's self-esteem is not hurt and a woman with a brutal steadfastness, spit on the man, his heart bleed, sleepless nights and the tears of suffering). I hasten to immediately cure these sufferers, because sympathize with all my heart. Don Pino Nero took another sip of fine Burgundy wine. Slowly put his glass on the table. He crossed his legs, sitting comfortably, and he continued to instruct his servant, that rubbed parquet near the fireplace: - Now therefore! Around women show your arrogance, bargain with her, both in the market and sell more expensive grain of attention, trying to hurt her feelings. Since each of them considers himself the center of the universe, one of the most important of all and not notice it(Especially such small stature and gray and bald, like you, or worse, thick and round, as a ball) impossible. And what, broad-shouldered young man, an athlete can say, with incredibly blue eyes, he catches it like a fly to honey, and you do not see presence women. On the contrary, the first to try to not give attention. Once you sell the first signs of attention, everything, everything was gone. Damn it, she laughs infectiously with a handsome, give her is a good thing and you are at hand. Let get tired of it. After eating, he is like every beautiful thing in the hands of women who get bored quickly, and your female fans will soon begin to twirl pretty head around. Here, too, you have to be on top and if the object of your attention has a share of shyness or boldness try to make acquaintance with her companion and after it will be selling for more expensive grains attention. And here begins the struggle. She will try our best to make it for you, I repeat to you, the greatest impression, and her companion will increasingly get caught, humiliated and eventually become a doormat. And you will reap all the fruits of feminine creature, and she, believe me, for the sake of vanity will give you all, of every last thread and lay down doormat about you, and do not hesitate to wipe his feet, as though to you it may seem humiliating for her. God forbid you show a sense of pity, even for a moment, all was lost. A woman should be a woman and a man that feeling reinforces their superiority in all, I repeat, everything, even if it is fundamentally wrong, of course, if he does not intend to lose her. But it could be otherwise.