Джакомо КАЗАНОВА - любовник, сердцеед, обольститель, дамский угодник

[applause] I do not repent. These were the last words of Giacomo Casanova, a writer who was not published during his lifetime, a swindler who was imprisoned, a blasphemer who was expelled from the seminary for homosexuality. Now no one will ever know what exactly Casanova did not repent of: that he seduced hundreds of women, or that he spent his whole life

searching for love and as a result ended up old, feeble, insanely lonely, and not at all as beautiful as they like to say. A man, of course, can realize himself in very different spheres. This could be business, it could be creativity, roofs, power, it could be anything, including the number of mistresses, the number of women

who long to see you, and such a way of self-realization through women. This is the complex of what has been said, or the Don Juan complex of the said. There were one hundred and twenty-two women in his entire life, but his first love experience ended in failure. Washing Giacomo's feet brought him his first orgasm,

but almost made him impotent. He described everything in detail in his memoirs. Casanova had only 12 neighbors. Beautiful girls, bikinis, at 14, for a fee, she combed and washed Casanova's hair. And in those days, men were helpless, working off the gifts promised by Giacomo's mother: a squad of black silk and a dozen gloves. Bettina even

knitted him new socks, but you can't put beauty on dirt. Did the playful beauty know what this would lead to? Maybe the situation wasn't as beautiful as the legends describe with mother's socks. And again, maybe everything was much more prosaic. But if this happened some time ago and lives to this day, it is necessarily