(based on the story by Anton Chekhov of the same name)

The court counselor Semen Petrovich Podtykin examined himself from head to toe in a mirror, poured a quarter of a flask of perfume on his bald head for importance, wrapped a silk robe brought in by the father-in-law from China, and, burning with impatience, went to the bedroom door, where his young wife was waiting for him.

Out of habit, having closed the door tightly behind him (Semyon Petrovich was afraid of envious people), he looked around. Before him, as before the commander, inspecting the battlefield, the whole picture spread out. In the middle of the room, on a bed of Lebanese cedar (several years ago, Podtykin bought it for almost nothing from some ruined landowner), under a lush canopy lay his wife. Having bent a leg in a knee, she unhurriedly pulled off her openwork stockings. Around her in artistic disarray lay: blouse, blouse, corset, muslin skirt, belt with elastic bands and more. Podtykin looked at all this and with a smile, the winner stroked his sunken chest. His eyes were covered with oil, his face curved with voluptuousness.

- Well, is it possible for so long? - He frowned, referring to his wife. - Rather, Katya!

But finally, she took off her lace panties and, naked, stretched out on the bed. Semyon Petrovich looked at his wife's whitening body. His gaze slid across her face, neck, lingered on huge breasts with large pink nipples, and running across her rounded belly, dug into a plump handle that modestly covered her desired womb.

Podtykin smiled pleasantly, hiccupped with delight and, throwing off his robe, ran up half-bent towards the cherished bed. Then, stirring up his appetite and enjoying anticipation, he slowly pushed his wife's hand to the side and, childishly dying of joy, ran his trembling fingers along the thick hairs on the folds of the legs of his dear half, over her snow-white stomach and poured breasts. Then, being thrilled and gasping, clumsily climbs up on his wife from above, slides his fat cock over the swollen lips of the female bosom, touches the clitoris and finally completely launched him into the juicy flesh of the abyss that opened before him:

But then he had an apoplexy. June 1983 Second edition: October 1990