Woman, Your Majesty ...

At one time, I caught fire to create a "party" of the protection of the weak: children, women, old people, animals and plants. Someday, someone younger will probably create such a party, and God give him one! By virtue of the possibilities, I will draw a line of this non -existent party in my heading, which I began with the protection of children. My Smolensk aunt Anya on those days when we came to stay to her, met her on the threshold of the house and usually said: "First children, then everything else." And she was in a hurry to feed the smallests, equip, caress them, and only then, with a sigh of relief, turned to us: "Well, now you are at the table!" In addition to the aunt of Ani, a sonorous beauty, from twenty years old without a husband in a war of three children who had grown alone, my ideal among women was an amazing woman Anna Petrovna Kern. I did not make discoveries in science, I didn’t throw bombs in the king or into the governors, I didn’t stop the horse at a horse, but was the idol of the Great, and thereby for us at all times is beautiful. But our contemporaries also devoted a lot of inspired lines to women, starting from Blok, Pasternak, and then, to Bulat Okudzhava, remember: “Woman, Your Majesty, but is it really here ...” Scientists say that the national character of any people is most expressed by the female part of society. It is also unconditional for me that the image of the beautiful lady, no matter what we imagined, is united with the image of the child (the first prototype of the Mother of God, and the most expressive of many is “tenderness”, where they are merged into a single image of unearthly love). But what does the word "mother" mean today, if on the street more than a million children are abandoned by these mothers? From the time of the orphanage, I know that the first kiss of the mother of the born child determines his entire future life. I was lucky: my mother managed to kiss me to her early death. Although where in my soul there should be its strong image ("tenderness"), I, unfortunately, as I myself determine: "black hole". I felt this flaw all my life. I think others feel the same, such as me. We, in our compassionate commission for pardon, are generally forgiving young, stupid girls who kill their born babies, because we know how many means and effort they need to grow it. But the statistics from the female colony, which is not far from Moscow: in the prison children's receiver of seven children of young mothers, only one is in demand. The rest of the kids (up to two years) with their mothers, sitting from them literally in a ten meters, are not recognized in any way. Well, after two years, these children will forever take the prison image of early childhood in their souls to another, also orphanage and also merciless world, and we will, believe us, are excited by new and fierce crimes. But this is what: what image would the current poet come out by contacting such women? The poet Naum Korzhavin fifty years ago wrote: "She would like to live differently, to wear a precious outfit, but the horses all jump and jump, and the huts burn and burn." And the horses seem to not jump now, and the huts do not burn, and the trouble is that a woman next to us lives not at all that was created and sung by our classic. But what, I don't know. In a modern joke, one man asks the other: "Are you stopping the horse for a gallop?" - "No". - "Will you enter the burning hut?" - "No". “Well, as I understand it,” says the questioner, “that you are not a woman!” I don’t know if it is funny, but I have a counter question for such interlocutors: but they themselves are men? Who can be proud of their weakness, to drink and practically be tuneless, taking not only a “horse” and “burning hut” on women's shoulders, but everyday concern for children and a pressing table? After the war, there was a ditty: “So the war ended, and I was left alone, I and the horse, I and the bull, I and the woman and the man ..." That war has been gone for a long time, and the state of the "Babo-Muzhik" in the female individual did not disappear and even intensified. And is it not for this that a certain rebirth of the female part of the population of Russia is determined now, that it has ceased to feel because of us men, a real woman? What is there a child, flowers, poems, a beautiful outfit, if the women do not receive the most elementary men: human affection! The spilled sea of cruelty, even in those families where the spouses had lived their lives before. And it is not surprising that on the side of the fair sex, men receive oncoming cruelty. But there are cases and more abruptly. The other day I came across one criminal case, no special, ordinary. On the night of November 1 in the square. No. 46 Anufrieva (the surname changed) committed the intentional murder of Zorin V.I., while involved in criminal activity a minor daughter Natalia, 14 years old. The third accomplice of the murder was about twenty. It turned out at the trial that Anufrieva - refugee, arrived in the city of the Amur Region with her daughter, could not find a job. “The only way out, like many - the market,” she writes, “my daughter even had to leave the school and help me for a while. At the request of the hostess, a certain Zorin lived with us, he was traveling, and he stole documents, and only during the investigation it turned out that he was repeatedly convicted and was on the federal wanted list. It is impossible to describe that he had to endure from this person. He constantly blackmail me. Knowing his brutality, which we constantly had to face, I was afraid of it and at our expense, and my daughter and I exposed to the market all day ... "The girl at the trial will add:" He mocked us, beat me with a stick and demanded that he gives me a gender. He drove his throat from the apartment, forcing to bring cigarettes, alcohol. However, using the stolen key, on the night of October 30 he appeared again, began to drink vodka in the kitchen, then fell and, falling, turned the table with dishes. Lying shouted his curses and threatened with reprisal. The drunk was dragged into the room on the bed, and the three of them sat in the kitchen and began to think what to do next. "" I already knew, - writes Anufrieva, "that he has nowhere to go and so simply he would not leave us. Thoughts were confused, to transfer everything again there was no more strength or patience. The nerves were running out. Fear and hatred of this person overcame everything, and I no longer thought about further events ... "They decided to take it away. They brought a rope and sat, listening, waited for him to fall asleep. For about three hours they quietly made their way into the room, Anufrieva threw a rope around his neck and, together with a minor daughter, began to tighten her. She would say that she was tantrumed in the court. Fear that he would get up and kill the third woman with a brick in her hands, seeing Zorin, and also took up a rope for a long time and strongly, until they got a corpse in the construction of the garage. But he was so ordinary to protect themselves from the arbitrariness of the criminal and I was not pleasing to the court’s decision.

One time I got caught up, I create a "party" of the protection of the weak: children, women, old people, animals and plants. Someday, someone younger will probably create such a party, and God give him one! By virtue of the possibilities, I will draw a line of this non -existent party in my heading, which I began with the protection of children. My Smolensk aunt Anya on those days when we came to stay to her, met her on the threshold of the house and usually said: "First children, then everything else." And she was in a hurry to feed the smallests, equip, caress them, and only then, with a sigh of relief, turned to us: "Well, now you are at the table!"

In addition to the aunt of Ani, a sonorous beauty, from twenty years old without a husband in a war of three children who had grown alone, my ideal among women was an amazing woman Anna Petrovna Kern. I did not make discoveries in science, I didn’t throw bombs in the king or into the governors, I didn’t stop the horse at a horse, but was the idol of the Great, and thereby for us at all times is beautiful. But our contemporaries also devoted a lot of inspired lines to women, starting from Blok, Pasternak, and then, to Bulat Okudzhava, remember: "Woman, Your Majesty, but is it really here ..."

Scientists argue that the national character of any people is most expressed by a female part of society. It is also unconditional for me that the image of the beautiful lady, no matter what we imagined, is united with the image of the child (the first prototype of the Mother of God, and the most expressive of many is “tenderness”, where they are merged into a single image of unearthly love). But what does the word "mother" mean today, if on the street more than a million children are abandoned by these mothers? From the time of the orphanage, I know that the first kiss of the mother of the born child determines his entire future life. I was lucky: my mother managed to kiss me to her early death. Although where in my soul there should be its strong image ("tenderness"), I, unfortunately, as I myself determine: "black hole". I felt this flaw all my life. I think others feel the same, such as me.

We, in our compassionate commission for pardon, are generally forgiving young, stupid girls who kill their born babies, because we know how many means and effort they need to grow it. But the statistics from the female colony, which is not far from Moscow: in the prison children's receiver of seven children of young mothers, only one is in demand. The rest of the kids (up to two years) with their mothers, sitting from them literally in a ten meters, are not recognized in any way. Well, after two years, these children will forever take the prison image of early childhood in their souls to another, also orphanage and also merciless world, and we will, believe us, are excited by new and fierce crimes. But this is what: what image would the current poet come out by contacting such women? The poet Naum Korzhavin fifty years ago wrote: "She would like to live differently, to wear a precious outfit, but the horses all jump and jump, and the huts burn and burn." And the horses seem to not jump now, and the huts do not burn, and the trouble is that a woman next to us lives not at all that was created and sung by our classic. But what, I don't know.

In a modern joke, one man asks the other: "Are you stopping the horse for a gallop?" - "No". - "Will you enter the burning hut?" - "No". “Well, as I understand it,” says the questioner, “that you are not a woman!” I don’t know if it is funny, but I have a counter question for such interlocutors: but they themselves are men? Who can be proud of their weakness, to drink and practically be tuneless, taking not only a “horse” and “burning hut” on women's shoulders, but everyday concern for children and a pressing table?

After the war, there was a ditty: “So the war ended, and I was left alone, I and the horse, I and the bull, I and the woman and the man ..." That war has been gone for a long time, and the state of the "Babo-Muzhik" in the female individual did not disappear and even intensified. And is it not for this that a certain rebirth of the female part of the population of Russia is determined now, that it has ceased to feel because of us men, a real woman? What is there a child, flowers, poems, a beautiful outfit, if the women do not receive the most elementary men: human affection! The spilled sea of cruelty, even in those families where the spouses had lived their lives before. And it is not surprising that on the side of the fair sex, men receive oncoming cruelty. But there are cases and more abruptly. The other day I came across one criminal case, no special, ordinary. On the night of November 1 in the square. No. 46 Anufrieva (the surname changed) committed the intentional murder of Zorin V.I., while involved in criminal activity a minor daughter Natalia, 14 years old. The third accomplice of the murder was about twenty. It turned out at the trial that Anufrieva - refugee, arrived in the city of the Amur Region with her daughter, could not find a job. “The only way out, like many - the market,” she writes, “my daughter even had to leave the school and help me for a while. At the request of the hostess, a certain Zorin lived with us, he was traveling, and he stole documents, and only during the investigation it turned out that he was repeatedly convicted and was on the federal wanted list. It is impossible to describe that he had to endure from this person. He constantly blackmail me. Knowing his cruelty, which we constantly had to face, I hated him and was at our expense at our expense, and we exposed to the market with my daughter ... "

The girl at the trial will add: “He mocked me, beat me with a stick and demanded to bring the dogs that he eaten to him. He demanded that I live a sex life with him, scoffing at the throat with a knife and kicking out the apartment, forcing me to bring cigarettes, alcohol. He tried to force him to give prostitution to give him money. We disappeared, even underwear ...

With the help of a friend (I also probably put a bottle) he managed to evict him. However, using the stolen key, on the night of October 30 he appeared again, began to drink vodka in the kitchen, then fell and, falling, turned the table with dishes. Lying shouted his curses and threatened with reprisal. The drunk was dragged into the room on the bed, and the three of them sat in the kitchen and began to think what to do next. "" I already knew, - writes Anufrieva, "that he has nowhere to go and so simply he would not leave us. Thoughts were confused, to transfer everything again there was no more strength or patience. The nerves were running out. Fear and hatred of this person overcome everything, and I no longer thought about further events ... "

We decided to strangle it. They brought the rope and sat, listening, waited for him to fall asleep. About three o’clock they quietly made their way into the room, Anufrieva threw a rope around her neck and, together with the minor daughter, began to tighten her. A daughter in court will say that she was hysterical with fear, imagined that he would get up and kill them. The third woman standing with a brick in her hands, seeing that Zorin did not resist, put down the brick and also took up the rope. They pulled for a long time and strongly until they realized that he was dead. Then they carried the corpse into the garage under construction and sighed for the first time calmly.

Anufrieva received six years, her daughter is four, the third woman is five. The case seems to be unusual, but it is so ordinary. Women tried to defend themselves from the arbitrariness of the criminal and were brutally punished. I'm not talking about court decision. We have mercy on them. But how many of them, martyrs, behind the walls of houses carry their cross, are not able to withstand violence? In the trial, by the way, it is written: "Foreign evidence - the rope - destroy." But is it possible to destroy what the killer girl remains in the shower?