I dedicate this book to the beautiful representatives of the weaker sex, on whom the world now rests. In general, it can be said without exaggeration that the ladies select staff, sit in the selection committee at the military registration and enlistment office, form a foreigner at the Ministry of Internal Affairs, are directors, first-timers (“pills”, as they are affectionately called at the department of medical faculty for their rounded underline), and are also empathic and kind creatures, myrrh-bearers who bring harmony to this world.
Unfortunately, now in the world, especially in countries with an equatorial climate, where the most temperamental citizens, the rate of crime against women, including domestic violence, is prohibitively high. Girls love the truth and often speak it out in person, trusting their chosen one, and in return they receive blows, knives and a number of other vile abusive attributes that only rags in the 21st century are capable of, considering themselves pseudo-alphas.
So, Carnegie has an interesting quote about this: if you fight your girlfriend as a joke, then do it not seriously, well, as with a child. I have nothing against feminists. However, I will only note a purely moral attitude towards girls. Many who were engaged in the boxing section know that girls also train there. And once the coach, in a mockery of my weight, the boxing coach instead of the 90th dude put me a 50 kilogram baby of 15 years old for sparring. Yes, even if she were 100-kilogram, I would have done exactly the same. I only made a couple of stroking feints to the waist area, set up protection and just parried the blows, as if parrying blows from her purse. The coach was furious. But I have not changed my credo.