Tolstoy rubbish instructs the horns to his husband in bed with a black neighbor

Come on, my neighbor, dear you, come closer, I will say hello to your vile mug. Intrivantial people can justify the situation so after the husband of this thickness of the rubbish finds out about her left -handed adventures. He is a rude man, to all sorts of maxims not familiar. And therefore, the horns instructed to him in bed with a black neighbor from the twentieth apartment will never forgive him or her.