Caucasus: What are women silent about. Scream in the hole from which the Costinkus will grow

In a public "overheard. Feminism. The Caucasus "VKontakte all fifty subscribers, however, every day anonymous terrible stories appear in it that is actually going on with the Caucasian women. What they can not tell anyone about. Can not complain.

In old fairy tales, people who have become whose victims and forced to keep the mystery of their tormentors, sooner or later they found a way to tell the world about them. It was possible to wait until you die, and the Costinkus would grow out of your bones. It was possible to whisper in the hole, from which the strand will grow. Sooner or later, the Crystina turned into a flute and exposed the secret of the murderer, the oppressed, the rapist.

Many of the stories of the group are not even a whisper in the pumpe of anonymity, this is a real cry. It is terrible to think that we will hear when a magic flute will grow up on women's tears and speaks and speak.

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My father is a very secured and respected person in Omsk. I got married to the son of his partner, it was profitable family. At first I took away the car, because there is nothing to ride one. He began to beat, first forcibly, then muttered his legs, and after kneeling and begged to forgive. And I begged my brother to pick me up. Nobody wanted to climb into other people's problems.

I got pregnant and secretly made an abortion, because I understood that I got into full slavery. He learned and beat me kidney, spleen burst. 4 hours I lay in the outlet, he left and closed the door. I called an ambulance, there was no keys, I had to kick the door. Parents learned and arrived visiting only a week later, Mom said that I did wrong and myself brought him. The freak itself comes and begged to forgive, cried that it was the last time.

Only a cousin was on my side, after discharged I took me, helped to arrange a divorce, sell an apartment and move to another country. No one will find me, with my parents I do not support the connection, they are worse than enemies, once they sold a monster as a product.

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I can not communicate with girlfriends, go to the gym, in a cafe, in the cinema, dress what I want to laugh loudly, walk one to the store, drive a car, sit on the Internet and another million more. It used to be quite different, half a year of marriage and now you do not belong to yourself.

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Grandfather stole grandmother. He was helped by her cousin. Babushkina sister also stole her husband, all his life beat and wind nerves, she died earlier and could not even relax from him. Helped steal the same cousin. PrabaBabuin sister MD stole, changed her all his life with everything she moved, and what he would not move, moved and chewed (everyone now remembers it with a good-natured smile). I tried to help steal my mother, fortunately, did not come out.

The sister beats and crumbs a man under the children. The aunt is trying to make walking in Savane. The other aunt used to beat, now the sofa will fit the sofa, it contains it and two children (his apartment, bought before marriage, well, and a long-term habit). The husband screamed on the thirdunt, when she was pregnant, and looked with her porn. The husband of the fourth aunt hit Krishnaism and beat her for painting her hair into black or tried to secretly feed the children with meat (enlightened swelling). Fortunately, was able to leave.

The alignpion was married and disappeared, only he answers calls and politely sends. Several favorite folk singers did not sing anymore any lines after their weddings. A neighbor's father shaved her sleep when she made a haircut. Father girlfriend beat her mother so that she lost his rumor, just Ryokhllah (was a musician), then gone. My own father has never shyned to spread his hands (as well as a massive wooden mop) and tear in half the clothes that he did not like. 5 minutes before the exit, when people are already waiting for you, leave at home - just because he wanted.

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My brother beat me, because I talked about correspondence with a guy. Nothing intimate, just ordinary correspondence.

I did not expect from him, more thanks to the fact that Mom and Dad on his side.

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I learned 12 years to the doctor. And I am not allowed to work. Great at all. So much effort and labor ps under the tail ....

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He married great love as it seemed to me in 17 years. At first everything was fine. And after 3 months it was clearly replaced. He raped me, inclined to oral and anal sex. He stifled, beat his legs along the face, tried to pull the cigarettes about me, poured the glue on his head. I waited when he falls asleep, washed her head, gathered the remains of things in 2 packages and caused a taxi. His mother begged me not to leave, was afraid that in the morning he discovered my loss would beat her. I told her that they would cast the cat's bridges to the cat, and the Lord would revenge for me. And you know? So it came out! He and mother lost work at a very good enterprise. He broke his hands and legs.

When I arrived home - Mom cried to see my appearance. When the brother saw me, he turned pale and it was difficult for him to breathe. I had absolutely black face and neck. It was a solid bruise! Everything went down the week after 3! A few years later, this goat appeared in my life once again - offered to start all over again. I sent him!

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I was stolen by a neighbor when I was 18 years old. It could not return to return, would disgrace the whole family, then no one would marry other sister. One and a half years I suffered such horrors that you do not pass. My husband beat me, his sister, his mother. I'm wrong to cook, clean up for a cattle, I sit, eat, breathe! I begged my mother to accept me back, I was told that you need to be wise and cunning, keep marriage, and not to handle.

After half a year he beat me, broke his thigh, pulling out from the stairs. I was treated for a very long time, I did not return back, I took my belongings and went on foot to the city. I am glad that I did not get pregnant from this bastard. I first worked as a cleaner, then I went to Chelyabinsk, it got on the factory, there were courses, now I work as an architect assistant, I live with my friend and catika.

Every evening, falling asleep, I remember last life and I do not even believe that it was all with me ...

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I change my husband. Almost every day with a colleague at work. The family thinks that I am an exemplary wife, Muslim and mother 3 children. And I'm not even ashamed ...

I know this woman from early childhood, aunt Jeanne from Pyatigorsk, I no longer saw a single woman so self-deprived. She cooked so much for her family, there was a husband a crowd gag and two children, which would have enough dishes on a cafe restaurant. She raised early and went late at night. Cakes, praised every day new baking, dolma and I do not know the names of those dishes that she prepared.

She was a two-storey house, two dogs, and a small farm.

In those years the deficit, she gathered her future daughters, when her boys were three years old.

She was so kind and sacrificial, he had a kindness from her eyes.

I recently learned that it happened to her, Mavel's husband constantly ran through the young girls and infected with hepatitis S. infected and her, and in the process of treatment, something happened to her with his psyche, with memory, and the hands began to tremble.

In general, they spark it somewhere in the village of some grandmother. So that it does not interfere. When I learned from me, it was bombing so that a little skull did not demolish. How so, she packed for decades, lied them, their men, and they threw it as an unnecessary thing.

This female sacrifice has no value. It is very convenient, praise his wife and boast it in front of the guests, they say what it is well done, and throw it later.

And I got me that this thick creature complained to all friends as he was tired with a sick wife, and why he had such problems with him, and she demands attention and care.

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Hello. I want to share with you a small story that happened in Uzbekistan. Although the average Asia is not the Caucasus, there will also take no less horrific things.

In Aula, where my parents were born and grew up to this day, grandma lives, the neighboring family gave her older daughter to marry a rich guy (according to the standards of the village, of course). It seems everything was fine, but in the first marriage night it turned out that the bride is not a virgin that Muslims are considered a shame for the whole family of the girl. Enjoyed the bride and his relatives with a weapon, the same night rushed to the father of the bride, demanding to pick up the daughter and compensate for all the costs of the wedding. He did not have such money, and to preserve the honor of the family, he gives his youngest daughter to the wife of the "unfortunate" bridegroom, who was about 13. Sleeping girl with force pulled out of bed, raped and, remaining satisfied with her innocence, made his wife's bastard.

And the eldest daughter eventually went by whom he loved and slept with.

And this is happening everywhere in Asia countries, if not worse.

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At the age of 15, I was lit up, we lived then in Pyatigorsk, the family was a little wealth, but also not starved. In 16 I got married, I saw my husband before the wedding several times, he seemed to me a good and soft man. How I was mistaken!

In the first marriage night, he asked me to undress and lie on the bed, I climbed a little, I just did not expect that everything would be so. Fastened a blow, then the second. Everything was like in the fog.

We lived with his mother, father and 2 sisters, with all the younger, I had a terrible relationship. They heard my hysterics nights, screams, but no one really tried to help me. I told my mother, dad, everyone was anyway! Absolutely!

A year later I gave birth to a girl, but she lived for a short time. Prevented again, complications began, miscarriage. Forbidden to be pregnant in the coming year. Pregnant after six months, born the boy. Broke, sewn. But it did not prevent you from rape me a week after the hospital.

I no longer had tears, I never ceased to cry. Often began to complain to the younger sister's husband, she supported me and offered to escape. But how? We had no money, and it was nowhere to take it. She laid her gold when he went to the hospital. There was a little money, a little more than 10,000 rubles. I did not have a passport, so I had to go by bus. On the appointed day I gave monthly for the bleeding and took over to the hospital with younger sister, my mother-in-law was rich. We persuaded her to go to the first to the therapist while she was sitting there, ran out and caught a taxi.

On the bus they got to Essentukov, a husband's sister lived there, who agreed to take us for a couple of days. They went to her week, from there they left Tuapse, then in Krasnodar, where we still live to this day.

We were looking for a long time and stubbornly, we noticed all the traces, made documents thanks to the kind people, found work, now we take a room, let's take a mortgage. I am very grateful to this fragile girl, she is so strong and brave, so much has taken out with me! Thank you to good people, we really helped us free!

I do not know anything about the life of the Son, and I do not want to know if honestly. I do not want at least something tied me with the past.

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Girls, just need to spoke to someone. Traditional Armenian family, all things, well, you yourself know how it. Bil, changed, brought friends. In general, I bumbled grief over 7 years of family life. There are three kids, very loved ones and desirable! After another Mordoboy, I just gathered things, money, documents, bought a ticket to Moscow and wrote a farewell note with her husband. And everything would be fine, but I left him and my mother)))) Yes, I bitch, but I also want to live for myself. Anonymously.

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