Memoirs aren’t ordinary—they’re erotic. It turns out that in our unbelievably prudish literature you won’t find a single truthful word about Eros, playing such an important role in the life of every sexually healthy person. Only timid, self-frightening attempts—things you can with difficulty classify as the kind of “The Pit” by Kuprin, “Dark Avenues” by Bunin… Fortunately, the text isn’t limited to erotica alone. The author definitely can’t be called a habitual seducer; judging by the text, it’s just an ordinary man. There are also vulgar orgies in its pages—alongside respectable bacchanals—of course there’s adultery, and even a real duel over a woman. Contains profanity.