"As the Aurora's salvo thundered, so the real men sank into oblivion." Any woman wants to see next to a man who could be called a real man. Another thing is that not everyone can do it. Even if it came to the wedding. A fairy tale very often has a sad end. After all, the holidays are always followed by everyday life. Believe me, there are no princes. And life is not a fairy tale. There are no perfect men, just like there are no perfect women. And it is unlikely that you will find a man who would give flowers, love children, call his mother-in-law mom, did not smoke, did not drink, earned a lot, did not check where his wife goes in the evenings, and would not have a girlfriend on the side. It is so inherent in nature that a woman is surrounded by many men. And among this abundance, she chooses her only one-a real man. For me, a real man is the one whom the son or daughter considers the head of the family, who does not burden the fragile women's shoulders with problems, but solves them himself. Who does not lie on the couch and wait for his wife to set the table, and he will help her. Maybe a real man is a figment of the imagination? Or is there still hope...?
