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I grew up as a modest, quiet boy, studied well at school, but at the same time, because of my character, I was considered a "black sheep" in the class, and was subjected to various ridicule and humiliation from classmates. I was under the strong guardianship of my mother, she cherished and cared for me too much. All the clothes that I wore, she bought me herself, in choosing clothes I was not independent, what my mother would buy, I wore. And the choice of mom often differed from the normal clothes suitable for a boy. I wore usually ridiculous sweatshirts, ugly trousers, my clothes were too similar to the clothes of "nerds" and were not at all fashionable. Even I thought it was a little girly.

Maybe that's why, too, I was the laughing stock of the class.
When I was 14 years old, I suddenly noticed a pack of tights appeared in my closet. Mom always put in my closet only my clothes, either old or new, which she bought me, but only my clothes. Therefore, the appearance of my mother's tights in the closet at first seemed strange to me.
I asked my mother why she put me pantyhose. Mom, it seemed to me, was even outraged by my question.
- I bought you pantyhose, what's strange? - she said.
- But these are women's tights! I replied.

What do you care women or not? You will wear them under trousers, instead of tights, so as not to freeze in the cold.
Frankly, the last time I wore pantyhose was only when I went to kindergarten, and in the future, this non-male clothing moved out of my wardrobe, like all boys. Wearing tights is the prerogative of girls. And then, thanks to my mother, tights again appear in my wardrobe. They were tight nylon tights, about 50 denier, black. I began to constantly wear them to school under trousers, as my mother ordered.
At first it was awkward to wear pantyhose, I felt somehow girly, being in pantyhose. But then I got used to it. No one at school seemed to notice what I was wearing under my trousers. Although when I was sitting, the trousers slightly rose up and at the very bottom of the legs one could see tights. Yes, by the way, many girls in our class at that age wore tights, and looking at them, I understood them. The only difference was that they showed their legs in skirts, and I wore trousers.

Gradually, new packages of tights began to appear in my closet. Mom began to actively buy them for me, even though I had not yet torn my old tights. I just now have tights in different colors. In addition to the black ones, my mother bought white and pink ones. Let's just say the colors are girly, and the tights themselves were with patterns and lace. But nothing can be done, I had to wear them.
After about 2 months, I got so used to tights that it became almost natural for me to wear them. And then one day when I opened my closet, I found there white women's pantaloons with lace. At first, their appearance made me smile, I decided that my mother threw them at me by mistake. But when I asked my mother what the pantaloons were doing in my closet, she said that she bought them for me.

In winter, you need to take care of the warmth of your legs, and that's why I bought you tights. But you also need to take care of the warmth of the upper legs and genitals, so now I bought you pantaloons too. They retain heat well. And women - because there are no others.
"But other boys don't wear women's pantaloons!" I objected.

And I don't care what others wear, so let them freeze! And my son will wear what I say!
It was useless to argue and the next day I came to school dressed in pantyhose and women's pantaloons, under the bottom of my trousers. Naturally, no one could notice this, but nevertheless, at first I was extremely embarrassed ... Well, at least I did not have to go to physical education, since I had an exemption, due to problems with my physical weakness, and therefore I did not have to change clothes in front of everyone. Yes, I was weak as a girl, if someone tried to attack me at school, I could not defend myself and usually cried if they beat me too hard.
After some time, my mother bought me another girl's thing. It was a transparent nightie, with lace at the chest and around the edges of the nightie. Naturally, before putting it on, I asked my mother: why did she buy me a nightgown for girls. Mom replied:
- It's beautiful! Sleeping in it will be very comfortable. Not the one in your ridiculous boyish T-shirt.
- Well, it's a girl's clothes!

So what? You've been wearing girly pantyhose and knickers for a long time. So why are you resisting the nightie? Sleeping in it will be very comfortable. Try it and then tell me if you like it or not.
So my mom convinced me to try it. I put on a white nightgown immediately before going to bed, after taking off my T-shirt. Mom was present at the same time and controlled that I dressed her.
- That's all, and you were afraid. Sleep, my little one! Mom said and kissed me on the cheek. Yes, despite her 14 years, my mother allowed such tenderness with me and treated me like a little one.
Yes, to admit, it was pleasant to sleep in a nightgown. You feel pampered and weak like a girl in a nightgown, you want to plunge into sweet dreams. Thus, the girl's nightgown, from that moment on, became my usual sleepwear.
In the morning I naturally took it off and dressed for school as usual.

But if my mother said that she buys me girls' underwear, as it protects from the cold, then with the onset of spring, logically, I should stop wearing it. And finally, spring has come and I hoped that now there would be no pantyhose and pantaloons - just trousers on bare legs and it would not be cold.
But it was not there! As the weather warmed up, I found a new pair of tights in my closet. I opened the package and decided to try them on. These were very thin 20-denier tights, the kind that girls wear in the warm season. I came to my mother to find out what they are for me:
- Mom, why did you buy me thin tights? They after all do not protect from heat, and do not give any effect, except as "beauty".
- Because spring is coming and all the girls are starting to wear thin tights, so I bought them for you too ... - said my mother.
But I'm not a girl!

Who cares? I can see that you want to wear girlish clothes! That's why I bought you spring tights.
How my mother knew that I wanted to wear girls' clothes, I did not know. In a way, she was actually right. Part of me wanted to wear girlish clothes, experiencing some kind of pleasure and secret passion from this, and the other part of me resisted and urged me to be a normal kid and throw all these girly things out of my life.
But in the end it was the girly part of my soul that won. I started wearing thin spring tights. In addition, my mother also bought me two pairs of real girls' panties, which, as a result, completely replaced mine. men's briefs and I began to wear them all the time ... But it became even more humiliating one day to see a women's bra of the 1st size in my closet. Mom almost couldn’t clearly explain why I need a bra if I don’t have one. female breasts. But my mother forced me to wear a bra very persistently. Until I realized what was what. About two months later, I noticed how my breasts began to swell and increase in size, acquiring completely non-male features. Why this is happening, I have no idea. Somewhere by September 1, by the beginning of a new school year, my breasts grew to such a size that I already had to hide it from others. And the size 1 bra began to fit me perfectly. Naturally, this caused me great embarrassment and depression. I constantly asked my mother about what was happening to me, but my mother only gave me hints that I need to gradually become a girl, this is for my own good.

At first, I had to wear very loose, wide sweaters to school to hide my large breasts. And it helped at first, although many already knew that something strange was happening to me. My voice and became like a girl and demeanor. Yes, and the bra that I wore under the jacket was once noticed by classmates. This happened when I was sitting in class, and the boys sitting on the back of the desk noticed that under my jacket the bra straps were visible. They jokingly grabbed my bra strap and I realized that my secret was revealed ...

After that, all the boys began to call me "p and dar o m" and even beat me a little. It made me cry like a crybaby. I began to look for my salvation in the company of girls. Only girls could understand me a little, support and accept me into their society, and even then not all girls.
After a couple of months, my breasts grew even more, and now even a thick jacket did not help to hide my breasts from others. And then one day my mother forbade me to wear this wide jacket, having bought me a tight-fitting yellow girl's shirt-shirt, instead of the former rough men's jacket. Having put on this jacket, the first thing I saw in the mirror was two tubercles protruding from under the jacket - my chest stood out so brightly. I almost cried, imagining that I would have to go to school in this form. But there was nowhere to go, the next day at school I looked almost like a girl in this girl's tight sweater. There was a lot of ridicule over me, but I had to endure everything. It was hard at first, but then a lot of people started to get used to the fact that I was half-boy, half-girl, and didn't bother me much.

At first, the teachers also treated me very negatively and even called my parents to school (more precisely, my mother, since I was raised by one mother, my father left us as a child). And my mother managed to assure the teachers that nothing terrible was happening to me, she told the teachers that I had such a strange illness, because of which I was gradually turning into a girl, and she even managed to persuade them to treat me more attentively and politely.
Thus, gradually the attitude of everyone towards me softened, and after a while I became bolder and began to make my own cosmetics. In general, like all girls, she began to strive to look beautiful. Naturally, with the help of my mother - she bought me a cosmetic bag and taught me how to make up. Now I began to go to school only beautifully made up.

After some time, I completely switched to women's clothing. I got bolder and started wearing a skirt, tights, high-heeled shoes, a blouse to school ... In general, I was in full dress. And I also got a beautiful haircut in a women's beauty salon.
Thus began my maiden life. As I later learned, my mother secretly mixed in my food female hormones, thanks to which my breasts grew, my appearance was feminized, my voice changed. Mom did this because she thought it would be better for both her and me, she always dreamed that I was a girl, and it would be hard for me in society to live with such a weak character if I remained a man.
Maybe she's right. At least now I have almost come to terms with the fact that I am now a girl and I see a lot of advantages in a woman's life ...

She stood on the threshold, smiling: “Here I am. Just call me Masha. “Come in,” I say, “My name is Alexei. Get undressed." Masha laughed: “Why are you on? No, Lesha, let's get on with you.

She took off her raincoat, put down a huge bag and resolutely entered the room: “Time is short, where do we start?”. I said I don't care.

This service was recommended to me by a friend. Unlike me, he is married, but somehow his wife and children went to the country for the whole summer, a friend got bored in the middle of the week. And I found the service "Wife for an hour."

I liked his story terribly, one still feels sad in the evenings. I decided to try it, called this Masha, a round-legged brunette in her forties. I generally like brunettes with a strong body.

Masha, meanwhile, had already started in the room herself. She was busily making the bed, which I had not made for a month, and grumbled: “I could do it myself, otherwise I’m glad to blame everything on my wife. Probably, and the dishes are unwashed? I happily replied, “Yes! There is a whole mountain!

Masha quickly went to the kitchen: “Yes, you are already! Also frying pans?

I sat down on a chair, put my feet on another chair and watched with pleasure how Masha was busy with the dishes. She washed it deftly, but silently.

“No, that won’t work,” I say. What kind of wife is this?

Masha smiled: “Oh, I got distracted, sorry. Do you like it better - louder or boring? Better boring, I said.

And Masha began to itch, how tired she was of me, ruined her life, and today she just got a manicure, and here I am with my dishes, I can’t do anything at all, a terrible person, why did she marry me.

Oh, it was wonderful. To say that I enjoyed it is an understatement. I was delighted. But then Masha suddenly turned around: “No, why are you silent? What do you say in your defense?"

I sat down more comfortably: “And I’m damn tired at work ...” Then Masha got furious: “Ah, are you tired? Was drinking with friends all day yesterday and tired, right? Then she politely asked: “Can I break one plate?” I nodded, "Yes, the one with the crack."

Masha slammed the plate on the floor: “I’m not tired, right?”

God, how spectacular it was and how similar to a normal family life. Yes, I suddenly wanted a normal family life, at least for an hour. Can I, divorced three times, afford this weakness? And even pay for it. It is not a pity for such money.

Masha collected the fragments, washed the floor, wiped the dust. She opened the refrigerator: “Listen, this is not good. There should be beer here, and not just withered sausage.” Why, I ask, beer?

“Well, how? Masha laughed. “That’s the best reason to fight again.” Ah, I say, for sure, but I'm reluctant to go to the store. Masha said menacingly: “You guys can’t do anything!”

Then she took out three bottles of beer from her big bag: “I carry all the necessary funds with me!” She put one in the refrigerator, and gave two to me: "Hide somewhere, I'll have to find it."

The one that she removed, Masha immediately took out: “What is this, huh? Was it enough for you yesterday? And she poured the beer down the toilet. She looked at me angrily, "Yeah! You don’t make a fuss, so you definitely have a stash!”

To our chagrin, Masha found the stash very quickly, in the closet, between the bed linen. Here is the infection, I got angry. “Maybe you can hide?” she asked. No, I say, you and I will have another game - socks!

And I showed her the basket where the washed socks lay. They had to be sorted in pairs. Masha took up her socks with anguish, and I lay down on the sofa.

“Let's turn on your football,” she ordered me. “And I will continue to itch.” No, I answer, what is football without beer? And there is no more interesting spectacle in the world than a gloomy wife sorting socks. And in general, I now wanted a heart-to-heart talk.

“Well, here it is! Masha screamed. - You nasty me, and now - heart to heart, right? Can you apologize?" And for ten minutes we argued about which of us was to blame. I was lying on the couch, Masha was sorting socks, we were arguing, it was a pleasure, it was a wild ecstasy.

It was real family life. Finally, I called her a fool, Masha began to cry. And so naturally that I even jumped up from the sofa and hugged her by the shoulders: “Masha, excuse me, I got carried away ...” She looked mockingly: “Yeah, I apologized after all! Well, come on heart to heart, what's the problem?

And I talked for a long time about how stupid my boss is, how hard it is for me at work, what a small salary, how no one appreciates me, how difficult it is for me to live, and how the neighbors also got it. Masha put her socks down, sat down next to her, looked into her eyes: “Darling, but I’m nearby. I will always be by your side, don't worry. Would you like me to bring you a beer?"

You, I say, poured it out. “No,” he smiles. I hid those two bottles. Will you?"

She brought a glass filled with beer ... but at that moment her phone beeped. “Oh, sorry, Lesha, the time is up. I have to go!" I begged Masha to extend it for another hour, promised to pay double the rate, because I still really wanted to complain about life.

But Masha was already in a hurry to the hallway: “I can’t, today there are two more clients, I am very much in demand. How many of you are there, unfortunate men who do not need sex, not some kind of debauchery, but just an ordinary wife - at least for an hour.

And she left. I poured the beer down the sink, I was fine without it. What a wonderful wife Masha, real, as in life. And now I already knew for sure that I would call Masha in about a month.

And it will be a special evening, because I will "get sick." I will lie in bed with a temperature of 37.3 and suffer. Let Masha jump around, let her!

To Krasnodar with Far East- a transgender moved from Birobidzhan to live, who, according to him, lives in the Kuban much easier and more comfortable than in the small Jewish Autonomous Region. The unusual story of the girl-boyfriend Eva-Aleksey, after being published in one of the Far Eastern media, was discussed in social networks. Most of the commentators agree that it is wrong to change the sex given by nature and condemn the transgender in every possible way. But there are also those who are convinced that there is "nothing like that", which gender you belong to depends only on the personal will of the person. In the West, any concepts with the prefix "trans" and "homo" are more than loyal - for such people they gather trade unions, write laws, create specialized clinics. It has always been and will be different in Russia - more than a third of Russians, according to polls, consider everything that is connected with the violation of the traditional nature of a person to be a disease, and two out of three have acute negative feelings towards members of minorities. They are also deeply negative about this issue. Orthodox Church and believers. Once, for such deeds, God completely destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah, the clergy remind. Psychologists are sure that transgenderness is not a disease, but long-term observation by a specialist is necessary. The story of the transgender Eva-Aleksey and the attitude of a psychologist, an Orthodox minister and the public towards her - in the material

The story of how a boy from the village of Belgorodskoye in the Jewish Autonomous Region became a girl from Krasnodar was told by Natalya Golovataya, a journalist from the Birobidzhan portal "City on Bir". A transgender from the Far East moved to Kuban three years ago.

- Let's start with the fact that I, so to speak, was not born in my body. I always felt like a girl, I was friends with girls, played with dolls, - Eva writes to me on the social network, - We lived in a small village, but no one poked a finger at me, like an elephant in a zoo, as a child. Probably because I was not persecuted by society, I am not afraid to speak openly about it.

“Of course, when moving to Birobidzhan, I encountered a wave of misunderstanding. But this was expressed not in a negative attitude, not in aggression, but rather in curiosity. Everyone was interested in talking with me, finding out why that was so. Well, let's not forget about the fact that I studied at the university, after all, there are adults, well-mannered people. And at my philological faculty, the level of "education" is even higher than at the others. The teachers treated me with respect, I didn’t disgrace myself I didn’t experience it,” says Eva. “Of course, there were nuances. For example, for the first six months of my studies, I shared a room in a hostel with a boy. I won’t say that living together both of us led to puppy delight, but somehow we lived. Six months later, they gave me a separate room, which could not but rejoice," writes the City on the Bir portal.

In her third year, Eva met a young man from Khabarovsk, began working as the host of her show program in a Khabarovsk club, sang, earned good money and, as a result, began to rarely appear at school. Therefore, in the fourth year of the student Alexei-by-documents was expelled. In the summer of 2013, Eva flew to Krasnodar.

– Here I completed courses for make-up artists, won the competition for training in Moscow and consolidated my knowledge there. I work as a make-up artist, host shows in clubs, and often visit both capitals of our country. Sometimes there are problems with passport control, but they do not cause much trouble. And people don't shy away from me like I'm a ghost. I want both a real wedding and a full-fledged family, but so far I haven’t been hooked so much that I just melted. My future husband will definitely be brutal and smart, with a male core. And, of course, ready to take a child from an orphanage.

"Gender reassignment for modern plastic surgery does not pose significant problems. That is, purely technically, these operations are not the most difficult to perform. Another question is that it is quite expensive. A transgender person goes through several stages: observation and conclusion of a psychiatrist about mental health, preoperative therapy, a number of surgical interventions, constant monitoring by specialists and lifelong reception hormonal drugs. Eva has been taking pills for five years and has had two surgeries. As soon as all the operations are completed, she will change the documents. And finally, the name Eva will show off not only on her arm as a tattoo, but also in her passport," the Birobidzhan portal writes.

The story of a transgender who moved to Krasnodar from the Far East excited the public. Photo: From social networks - the personal account of the hero of the publication

The story of Eva-Aleksey was discussed on one of the "branches" in social networks.
“How can I imagine that she has everything “there” that is not real, it’s just sick, honestly. She will take a baby! Will she put her on artificial mixtures or will her breasts grow? ( Hereinafter, the spelling of the authors of the comments is mostly preserved - approx. IA KrasnodarMedia).

"Maybe, of course, this is her personal matter, this girl-guy, but I'm glad that in our country people like him-she will always be condemned. Europe and the USA will soon die out, going by leaps and bounds towards the abyss for humanity, I don't want to for Russia to die out ... "

“Guys, what about “chetakova”? Well, it’s his own business. But if I were born a woman, I might change my gender, but I definitely don’t want to go back. Men live easier”

“Where is the world heading to? After all, this is a clear influence of the West, well, there were never so many minorities in the USSR. I don't know about deviations.

“I’m a believer and I just don’t understand how and why people come to such an understanding for themselves that they want to be of the opposite sex - we are the way God created us. I don’t presume to condemn - it’s not for me to judge, it’s just beyond understanding for me ".

“I don’t make excuses. And I don’t accept. But here’s an example - imagine that they offer you a million dollars for changing your gender. But you don’t want to. But, imagine that you agreed for money, go for it. It will be comfortable in someone else’s body "It seems to me not. Maybe she was uncomfortable in the boy's body. Maybe psychologists should work with such people, even if it's not a disease, but definitely a psychological or mental disorder. And it's quite possible that it can be treated."

The story of a transgender who moved to Krasnodar from the Far East excited the public. Photo: From social networks - the personal account of the hero of the publication

Psychologists are mostly convinced that if transgenderism is a disease, then it is spread only by the Internet and rare media that promote the "cult of minorities."

In a broad sense, transgenderism cannot be called a disease or a mental disorder, says family counselor Anton Starovoitov. - But transgender people can experience severe stress, up to depression, associated with personal rejection of their body. This "cognitive dissonance" when you want to be a man, but in fact a woman (or vice versa) is called gender dysphoria and often a transgender transition is the only way to solve the problem. Many people call transgender transition a sex change - this is wrong.

Transgender transition is not an operation, when it was just “cut off”, it is a complex set of events, when socialization takes place in a new role, open recognition to relatives and friends and mandatory psychological consultations - many consultations with professional psychologists and long-term observation.

Even if you decide on a transgender transition, - the psychologist continues, - the process should not take place all at once, in one year, as a psychologist, I recommend going through this stage for at least three years and preferably, oddly enough, at a more mature age, after 25 . Because if earlier, while youth and blood is "boiling" and you want everything at once, then you can greatly regret the hasty decision, because this is already forever.

I want to say that many so-called transgender people are not really transgender, there is a concept as gender discomfort, when it is just sometimes (or often) uncomfortable in your body. There are many such people, often, in order to satisfy their craving for a sex change, it is enough just sometimes to wear men's (women's) things or behave accordingly. I do not presume to condemn these people, because we do not condemn those who consume excessive sweets or walk around the house naked. If this happened to me, honestly, I don’t know how I would behave. But he would hardly have decided on a transgender transition, primarily because it is still a big sin.

The act of the transgender Eva-Aleksey is also called sinful by an Orthodox clergyman, Father Barsanuphius.

The Church is deeply opposed to any kind of condemnation, but sin is sin. The Lord gave you to be born in your body - accept it as a gift. If you were born a man, and you strive to become a woman, this is against God, against the very nature of man. Changing your gender is not only a sin, it is also a misfortune of a person. And even those aspirations that such people set for themselves when going for an operation will not be achieved by them - instead of solving their problems, there will be even more of them, a person will come to a deep internal crisis.

Sinful perversions can go away with time, and a person will remain with a nature unusual for him for life, or he will be completely lost in who he is. After all, this is no longer a man and not a woman, it turns out, but some kind of it. Such people do not even have the opportunity to leave offspring after themselves, to build a normal family. My opinion is that you need to talk less about such people, be less enthusiastic, less stir up a stir - after all, if someone stepped into the manure, you won’t climb after him? And you won’t tell how he tries to wash himself off manure. So here. If such a sin attracts a person, then the only way out for him is not to indulge himself, but to try with all his might to free himself. Prayer, confession, communion, abstinence of the flesh - and sooner or later peace and tranquility will come in the soul.

We are celebrating the tenth anniversary of the world economic crisis in conditions of catastrophic polarization of society. Even the managing director of the International Monetary Fund, Christine Lagarde, is worried that the middle class has been declining in recent decades, but the number of millionaires and the percentage of new poor is growing. Despite feminist campaigns, this army of new poor is being replenished by women.

A wealthy minority has concentrated in their hands a share of social wealth that has not been seen in a century. For example, the richest 10% of Russians own almost 90% of the total national wealth. But the poor half owns almost nothing. And practically the same is true everywhere in the world.

The new world, in which again, like a century ago, luxury and poverty coexist, has one important feature. There is a growing proportion of women among the disadvantaged. Researchers call this process the feminization of poverty.

Single mothers, retired women, women with disabilities, and women heads of households were especially vulnerable.

According to statistics, women are more likely to suffer from unjustified dismissals; from precarious employment; on their shoulders lies the lion's share of the burden associated with maintaining household and raising children, which is seen in most countries as "natural duties" that are not payable; women make up the majority of workers in "non-prestigious" and low-paid professions; they are less likely to have access to unofficial, untaxed earnings. An additional blow to women was the global process of commercialization of the public sector: the destruction or rise in the cost of the system of kindergartens, children's sports and education hits women first of all.

Poverty has a predominantly female face, not only in Russia. The structure of poverty is similar in Sweden and in most other countries. Such a situation, it would seem, creates the preconditions for the growth of popularity of the ideas of feminism in their original form: as an ideology of social equality of men and women. But nothing of the kind, unfortunately, is happening yet. Modern feminism - in its mainstream forms - focuses not on social issues, but on a purely cultural agenda. On perception female sexuality; on criticism of traditional forms of relations between the sexes; on questions of identity.

And now we may be witnessing a new, even more startling turn. Feminism, as a global ideology, suffers one defeat after another - and precisely when millions of women on the planet experience the most unbearable injustice every day.

The story of Ivan Kolpakov, editor of the liberal Meduza, who was accused of harassing the wife of his subordinate, is indicative. The management of the publication apologized to the victims, but tried to keep Kolpakov in his post. And only a huge scandal forced him to resign. The revealed hypocrisy in the behavior of Kolpakov and his editorial staff is perceived by many as a typical Russian story.

“In terms of , it seems that there is a complete consensus between the “two Russias” (opposition and official).” But the whole trouble is precisely that this is not at all a national specificity. Here, one of the locomotives of the liberal economy, Google apologizes for the fact that its top managers harassed subordinates. But a study conducted by Swedish trade unions shows that in a quarter of a century the number of cases of harassment has doubled. And the global MeToo rally does not seem to allow us to distract from the international scale of the problem. Russia turned out to be just a legitimate part of the Western world.

"Feminism is no longer cool."

Until quite recently, feminism seemed to be part of the "progressive ideology" that won in the West, whose dominance is undeniable. But it turned out to be not so strong at all.

Over the past few years, the entire system of liberal values, and feminism, as an important part of it, has increasingly entered a period of crisis.

Donald Trump's victory over Hillary Clinton seemed like a paradoxical failure of the system. But these failures are on the rise. For example, the victory in the presidential elections in Brazil, Jair Bolsonaro. Such a reactionary politician has not come to power in any major country for many decades. There is no place to put a stigma on him: he scolded democracy, praised the military dictatorship, justified torture, threatened to imprison his opponents. But his strong point remains militant anti-feminism on the verge of outright misogyny. He openly opposes equal pay for men and women. And he told one woman senator that he would not rape her, because "she does not deserve it."

And this guy wins by a wide margin. But it is not only "white straight men" who tremble for their privileges who vote for him. The most striking thing is that he received 44% of the votes of women from different social strata. And it is impossible to write off the popularity of the ultra-right candidate on the ignorance of voters: the topic of gender equality was one of the central issues in the presidential campaign.

On the contrary, many of the women who voted for Bolsonaro may well serve as examples of successful emancipation themselves.

“A real feminist is a woman who gets up early, works hard, fighting for her independence, and not at all these women who complain all the time about life, but never worked a day,” one of them said in an interview with the British The Guardian. Although feminists campaigned massively against Bolsonaro across the country, gathering huge demonstrations and holding mass street performances, almost half of the women ignored them. “These women who undress in the streets and scream - they do not represent me,” supporters of the new president interviewed by The Guardian said.

Or another example, on the opposite side of the globe. Sweden, which Julian Assange called "the Saudi Arabia of human rights," is almost universally recognized as the capital of liberal feminism. In this country, almost everything is officially declared feminist: from foreign policy before school education. And the moral authority of the values ​​of gender equality here for many years was almost never questioned by anyone.

But a recent study showed that in four years, the proportion of men who call themselves feminists fell from 40% to 28%, and among men over 30 this figure fell by half. And although most women still identify with this ideology, their enthusiasm seems to be waning. For example, the Feminist Initiative party, which in 2014 entered the European Parliament with more than 5% of the vote in the September elections, received a miserable 0.62%.

Anticipating this emerging crisis of liberal feminism, Greta Turfjell, a columnist for the most influential Swedish newspaper Dagens Nyheter, wrote a column that caused a scandal in the country comparable to the one that unfolded around Meduza in our country. Greta did not harass anyone, but she also broke a long-standing unspoken taboo.

“Feminism is no longer cool,” she proclaimed.

“I feel like a conservative. But there is something forbidden in conservatism today, a curse has been placed on it that makes it, for the politically correct generation, something new and exciting. There is some relief in allowing yourself to be a bad feminist. It feels... a little cool."

Hammer of witches in reverse

As the MeToo campaign rolled across the planet, sweeping away the careers and reputations of screen stars and big politicians, frightened conservatives often compared it to witch hunts in the 15th and 18th centuries. Like, then the Inquisition and the church executed tens of thousands of women, and now they are poisoning men.

The medieval book The Hammer of the Witches, which became the manual for most of the inquisitorial processes, describes a typical situation in which a woman becomes a sorceress. A nobleman abandons his mistress in order to profitably marry a girl from his estate. The offended girl wants to take revenge on the offender and buries a dead snake or frog under his threshold to jinx him and deprive him of male power. They grab her and drag her to the fire.

At a time when inequality was consecrated by the church and tradition as an unshakable shrine, protesting against it was considered sacrilege and punishable by death.

Today, it would seem, equality is proclaimed the highest value. But in reality it is less and less. The main spring of most MeToo cases was precisely inequality and dependence. Be it Harvey Weinstein, who demanded sex from young actresses who were looking for roles in his films, or Ivan Kolpakov, who molested a girl because he "will not get anything for it." It turns out that MeToo is just that naive sorcery that women resorted to, and not at all the repressions that later fell on them.

Starting as an offensive feminist campaign, MeToo ends in defeat, even if all of its defendants are punished. Liberal feminism is rapidly losing ground.

If in the years cold war”, feminism was strongly associated with the communists and socialists, being part of their “dangerous” and “subversive” ideology, then in recent decades it has become the ideological banner of liberal reforms. The more liberal and center-left governments around the world have privatized, loosened labor market controls, cut taxes on capital, and reduced social security, the more they have talked about gender equality and other progressive values. As a result of these reforms, inequalities in wages, access to education, medicine or culture have risen radically. And it was women who suffered the most.

The increase in the number of cases of harassment by half in a quarter of a century of the total domination of feminism in Sweden is explained not so much by the fact that it has become easier for women to admit to such problems, but by the fact that, due to the growth of precarious employment, their dependence on the boss at work has greatly increased. And it works stronger than any values.

Liberals and left-centrists, who succeeded each other in power, continued to destroy the welfare state, arrogantly talking about gender equality. Meanwhile, statistics show that

middle-class Swedish men have been living an average of 6 years longer since 1980, while the poorest quarter of women in the country are content with life expectancy achieved in the morally "conservative" era of social democracy.

Sorcery doesn't work very well, not in the Hammer of the Witches era, nor today. Liberal progressives failed to bewitch reality with the help of words, pathos spells. Millions of ordinary women feel from their own experience that their life is getting worse, and there is more and more real, not declarative inequality in it.

Transformed into the ideological facade of neoliberal society, modern liberal feminism has become a symbol of all its social contradictions, hypocrisy, corruption and inequality. And that is why he is losing popularity even in his stronghold, Sweden.

To the layman, far from theoretical debate, feminism is perceived as a caricature movement against female sexuality, an aggressive struggle against romantic relationships; as a set of obscure ethical requirements and a series of useless renaming. Feminists are those who do not shave their armpits, hate men and demand that instead of the word "author" they demand to apply a strange "author" to them. And liberal feminism has contributed to this caricature that is causing millions of women to turn away from the very idea of ​​equality.

In the meantime, feeling which way the wind is blowing, the media servants of the elite are in a hurry to update the worn-out ideological wardrobe, proclaiming new fashion instead of worn-out "feminism" - a fashion for conservatism. Soon they will make conservatism great again. And that's when the real witch hunt begins.

And to stop this reaction, a new feminism is needed. Not a totalitarian utopia that seeks to erase the differences between men and women, but the struggle for social equality is biologically different people. For equality, which we all need equally.

Found on the internet. The story is not mine.
I liked it ... In general, I like dressing up in girl's clothes.
Handkerchiefs and swaddling too - and they are in this story

Zhenya. Daughters-mothers.

On Wednesday evening, Zhenya and his mother visited Aunt Vera, his mother's sister. While his mother and aunt were secretly in the hall, he played with his older cousin in her room. Sasha was 5 years older than him and behaved almost like an adult. At the age of 12, she was a very sensible girl who came up with any game logical explanation. Zhenya was a quiet, obedient boy, short, with lush hair. He recently went to first grade, and Sasha liked to play school with him. Zhenya did not mind, because instead of fives for the correct answers, he received candy each. True, Sasha took sweets away for the wrong ones, but all the same, while Zhenya remained on the winning side. Soon the children were called to supper. Zhenya even shared the candies he earned with his mother and aunt. After tea, my aunt and mother stayed in the kitchen to wash the dishes, and Sasha and Zhenya again ran to the nursery, where they began to build a “house” near Sashin desk. Zhenya stubbornly called him halabuda. Sasha insisted that this was their little castle, and Zhenya was an enchanted prince who needed to be saved.
The women were talking, and the children were playing, and did not notice how approaching the time for bed was. Zhenya's mother was going home. Sasha and Zhenya played so much that they did not want to part, and Aunt Vera suggested that her sister leave Zhenya to spend the night with them.
- There is a place, quarantine at school, Sasha is at home, and she is already big, she can feed Zhenya herself.
And tomorrow, they say, after work, they will meet again and go home early.
- Otherwise, it's already half past nine, by the time you get there, and it's time for the child to sleep.
Mom asked Zhenya if he agreed to stay, and he, having broken down a little, said that he would like to sleep with Sasha. Mom kissed him not goodbye and said that after work she would definitely call.
After seeing off her mother, Zhenya suddenly felt somehow sad. But then the phone rang, Aunt Vera was distracted, and Sasha offered to play more ...
- That's it, guys, it's time to sleep, - Aunt Vera hung up the phone, - it's already eleven o'clock.
Sasha had a large room, and in addition to the baby bed, which unfolds on the sides as Sasha grows up, there was a chair-bed in it. The wife was laid on the bed, and Sasha, as the hostess, had to lie down on the armchair. Aunt Vera gave Zhenya Sasha's old knitted pajamas, they were very pleasantly soft, although the legs were a little short. She said good night and turned off the light.
The children fell asleep immediately. For a long time Sasha told Zhenya various almost terrible stories.
Waking up in the morning, Zhenya saw that Sasha was no longer sleeping, but was sitting at the table and drawing something with enthusiasm. When he got up and walked closer, he saw that she was painting her nails with her mother's varnish. The polish was pink and shiny. Having finished with her nails, Sasha began to persuade Zhenya to paint his nails too. He denied everything, but Sasha was very persistent, and, in the end, Zhenya agreed to the experiment. Sasha very carefully applied varnish to Zhenya's nails (she even stuck out her tongue from zeal), and together they began to blow on the varnish so that it would dry faster. Sasha offered to paint her toenails as well, but Zhenya said that he wanted to go to the toilet and ran away from her in time.
At this time, the bell rang, and Sasha ran to open the door.
When Zhenya came out of the toilet, there was another girl besides Sasha in the corridor. She was taller than Sasha, wore unlike her long hair, was dressed in a jacket and held a bag of bread and milk in her hands.
- Oh, what a lovely girl! Sister? And what are we called? she stammered.
Yes, cousin...
- Why are we silent? What is our name?
- Zhenya, - Zhenya mumbled and ran into Sasha's room.
- How shy we are.
Zhenya fell on the bed and covered himself with a blanket with his head. He became very ashamed. But then the girlfriends entered the room, and he hid and almost stopped breathing.
- Why are we still lying in bed, it's time to get up, - the girls tried to stir him up.
Sasha's friend said that she would take the purchases home and return, then they would all play together. And she even knows what. Sasha did not dare to object to her.
- Zhenya, get up. Lena left, - she tried to push her brother Sasha.
- Well, I couldn't say that you are my brother. A disheveled miracle runs out in girly pajamas, with long hair and painted nails. If you want, I will say that you are a boy.
Zhenya only cried at this and turned away to the wall.
Don't cry or you won't believe you're a boy. If you want, we won't say anything. Well, if you stay a little girl - it's not scary at all.
And Sasha, carried away by the new idea, began to rummage through her old things in order to find something for Zhenya in size.
- Get up, now Lena will come. Wear tights, a T-shirt and a skirt. They should come to you. Zhenya stop crying. Decide something. Lena is stubborn, you still have to get up.
The bell rang, Sasha went to open it, and Zhenya saw the clothes offered by his sister. If he would have agreed to put on tights, then he didn’t want a skirt at all. Tears again ran from his eyes, and he again covered himself with a blanket.
Then the girlfriends came into the room and began to disturb him, and Lena also lisped.
- What a capricious Zhenya we have. Just like a little dolly. I already know, my little sister just turned 2 years old. Oh idea...
And she began to whisper something to Sasha. Sasha tried to dissuade Lena, but nevertheless agreed. And with renewed vigor they began to slow down Zhenya.
- Jenny, get up. It's time for breakfast. Stop being capricious. Come play with us. Get dressed. Let's play mother and daughter. Get up. Capricious. Well, it’s definitely a stupid little bastard. Everyone, we warned you. Blame yourself. If you don't want to obey your elders, we'll punish you. Do you want to lie in bed? Please. Only we swaddle you. Get up.
Zhenya didn't know what to do. He was afraid of Sasha's active girlfriend. And he was probably already ready to get up, but to change clothes in front of an outsider ... Tears themselves dripped from his eyes.
The girls got tired of persuading him, and they began to implement their plan. They pulled off the blanket from Zhenya, took away the pillow and began to wrap him in the sheet on which he was lying. The girls were much older and together easily broke Zhenya's resistance. He yelled, “Don't. I won't do it again. Let go." But the girls' eyes lit up with excitement, and in a few minutes they finished swaddling in a sheet. Zhenya tried to wriggle. And the girlfriends decided that it would be necessary to continue swaddling. Already a very restless Lyalechka.
- Something is missing. Sasha, do you have a cap? All babies are required to wear caps with frills.
- If there is, it will obviously be small for Zhenechka.
- Then let's tie a scarf to her.
No sooner said than done. Sasha took out a white scarf, and they wrapped Zhenya's head tightly with it. Then they spread out a blanket with which Zhenya was hiding, and wrapped it up like in an envelope. Zhenya was already tired of crying, but tears were pouring from his eyes, he felt completely helpless. Sasha took out her pink ribbons, and the girls fixed the envelope by wrapping it several times with ribbons and tying them with beautiful bows.
- What a cute little girl. Woo-hoo, little one. Look what Aunt Lena has prepared for you.
And Lena put a dummy in Zhenya's mouth. He tried to spit it out, but Lena was prudent - the nipple was on a ribbon, and the ribbon was tied with another bow. Zhenya failed to spit it out.
- So, little one, lie down, calm down. Little girls should obey their elders.
Sasha said that Zhenya needed to be fed breakfast, and the girls went into the kitchen to figure out what to feed the lyalechka. Zhenya couldn't even move. A few minutes later the girls returned, took the nipple out of Zhenya's mouth and fed him a sandwich and milk with four hands. After wiping his mouth, they inserted the nipple again, covered it with a corner of the envelope and, having told her to think about her behavior, went about their business. They were quite loud, so that Zhenya could hear the whole conversation through the kerchief and the blanket, they were distributing roles in the game among themselves.
- Let Zhenechka be our daughter. And I will be a mother, - said Lena.
“I want to be a mother too,” Sasha argued.
- Let's be a dad. Your name can be either a boy or a woman. And you have short hair. And boys cannot be Lenas.
While they were arguing, Zhenya really wanted to go to the toilet, but the nipple prevented him from speaking, and he could only mumble through it. The girls noticed that the swaddled cocoon was somehow not calm and approached him.
- What happened to our baby? Do you want mommy to take out the nipple? Will you be well behaved?
Jenny nodded vigorously. He agreed to everything, just not to describe himself. The pacifier was taken out and he said he wanted to go to the toilet. But the girls made him promise to obey them in everything.
- Tell. I will be an obedient girl. Tell. Mommy, daddy, I want to pee. Tell. Mommy, give me a pacifier. And don't you dare take it out until we let you.
Zhenya dutifully repeated everything after Lena. They gave him a pacifier again, swaddled him, and he rushed to the toilet like an arrow. When he came out of the toilet, he looked rather unusual, and hardly anyone would say that it was a boy. Girlish pajamas, a head wrapped in a scarf, a nipple in her mouth, nails made up, he was confused. But the girls immediately took it into circulation.
- Did the little one make wee-wee? Who will flush?
- Zhenechka, let's go to the room.
- Swaddle our baby. Can you bring a diaper so you don't have to get up to go to the toilet?
“Don’t swaddle,” Zhenya cried.
Don't cry, sister.
- Not a sister, but a daughter. Docha, who allowed the pacifier to be taken out? We will swaddle naughty girls.
- I won't do it again.
- Darling, - Sasha played along, - maybe it's time to dress our girl.
- Yes, dear, my daughter and I will go to wash, and you prepare what to wear.
Lena, like a little girl, washed Zhenya's hands and washed him. But she made me take the pacifier again.
Sasha, meanwhile, cleaned the bed and, in addition to tights, a T-shirt and a skirt, she also took out panties and a ribbon.
When Zhenya and Lena returned from the bathroom, without talking to Sasha for help, Zhenya quickly changed clothes so that Lena would not see that he was a boy. White panties, light green tights, a blue T-shirt with long sleeves and a Mini Mouse painted on the front, a tight skirt with blue small polka dots - they seem to be ordinary clothes, but for girls. Zhenya stood and was afraid to move. Lena took off his scarf and began to comb it.
- What soft hairs our daughter has. What do you want: a pigtail or ponytails, or just tie a bow?
- Come on, just a bow, I already got the ribbon. For a beautiful pigtail, the hair is still a bit short, ”said Sasha.
- And we can braid in two spikelets ...
Zhenya stood, neither alive nor dead. He did not know how girls act in such situations. Besides, he still had a pacifier in his mouth.
What are you talking about, little one? Ah, you have a papilla in your mouth. That's right, I didn't let her take it out. Only children do not just hold it in their mouths, but suck it. Here you go, try it. Well done. Smack your lips. Good girl. Now let's tie a bow. Our little girl will be beautiful. Well, what are you, how sleepy? Sasha, get the toys. Here, take the doll. And we'll see what else we have here.
The girls enthusiastically began to get Sasha's old toys. In addition to a large assortment of soft toys that Sasha also played with, there were baby dolls, and children's dishes, and cubes, and a dollhouse, and many more girly things. Everything was dumped on the carpet, and the girls themselves, with great pleasure, began to delve into all this.
But soon they got tired of it, Zhenya was allowed to take out the pacifier, left him with toys, and they themselves began to play "beauty salon". At first, Lena acted as a master. She did not conjure over Sasha's hair for a long time. After all, Sasha played the role of dad, and Lena simply made her a side parting instead of a straight one and carefully slicked her hair. But Sasha showed her imagination. Lena had long hair, and after loosening her ponytail, Sasha made her a high hairstyle, like an adult, using a bunch of mom's hairpins. Then came the turn of cosmetics. Which means the parents are not at home. You can experiment all over.
The girls played enough and drew attention to Zhenya. He forgot how he was dressed. He sat quietly on his carpet and built doll houses out of cubes.
- Zhenechka, we are going to visit. Make-believe, of course. Gotta get changed. Sasha, do we have a festive dress that will suit our daughter?
- Now I'll look.
-Come here, daughter. I will untie the bow. It's not festive at all.
Zhenya approached Lena. He was very embarrassed, did not know where to put his hands and fiddled with the hem of his skirt. Lena untied the bow and began to take off his T-shirt. In the meantime, Sasha took out her holiday dress from the closet, which they bought for her when she was about Zhenya's age.
The dress was green, velvet, with petticoats already sewn on, long sleeves, lanterns gathered at the shoulders, with a white turn-down collar and cuffs. The belt at the waist was tied at the back with a large bow.
Zhenya's skirt was pulled off. Sasha gave him a white T-shirt with thin straps, and he put it on without objecting. Then he raised his hands up, and they put on him this girlish splendor. Yes, this is not a sweater or a T-shirt to put on over your head. Zhenya even closed his eyes when white skirts rustled past his face, put his hands through the sleeves and pulled the dress down.
He stood without moving. The girls straightened their dresses, fastened buttons on their backs, straightened petticoats that protruded slightly from under the hem, and tied a bow at the waist. And he experienced some new unfamiliar feelings and did not know whether he liked or not to be dressed in a dress. Any girl would be very pleased. The white cuffs, collar, and lace hem of the petticoats nicely set off the dark green velvet of the party dress.
- Why is our beauty silent? Do you like the new dress?
- Yes ... - Zhenya answered in confusion.
- Say thank you mom, thank you dad. Do not be silent.
Thanks mom, thanks dad.
- Clever. Come, I'll kiss you.
Zhenya knew that girls kissed for any reason. But, as he did not want to avoid this, it was impossible for Lena to suspect something. And he went up to her and turned his cheek.
- What a good girl we have. But she also needs to go to the hairdresser.
- That's right, you can't be so disheveled in such a beautiful dress.
- Chur, I'll be a master. You, Sasha, just did my styling.
- OK. And my daughter and I seemed to have come to the hairdresser.
“I don’t want to get a haircut,” Zhenya cried.
All small children are afraid of scissors. What are you, little one? We won't cut you. Let's just brush it.
He was seated in front of a mirror, and Lena picked up a large comb. Meanwhile, the curling iron was heating up. The girls decided to twist Zhenya's hair a little. When Lena brought the curling iron to his hair, he began to break free and cry.
- Daddy, bring a pacifier and hold your daughter. I don't do anything bad.
They put a pacifier in his wife's mouth again and forced her to suck.
- What kind of prank is this? If you behave badly, we will undress and swaddle you again, like a very small one.
Zhenya was frightened and let himself be wound up. When Lena combed the curls twisted with a curling iron, for some reason it almost did not become noticeable that the hairs were twisted, but the hairstyle became noticeably more magnificent.
- How our baby likes the nipple. Stop sucking. Come here. Tell me which bow to tie for you. White or green.
"White," Zhenya said. He saw that all girls with festive dresses were bound to have white bows tied.
- That's right, little one. Sasha, give us a big bow. And Zhenechka will close her eyes for now.
And Lena slightly tinted his eyelids and cilia. And then the girls tied Zhenya with a huge white bow. But they still lacked something. And they blushed his cheeks a little and, for the final touch, painted his lips with shiny pink lipstick.
Zhenya sat with his eyes closed and was afraid to look at himself in the mirror.
- All. Eyes can be opened. Well, dad, are you satisfied? Where is your mommy?
Zhenya opened his eyes and immediately closed them.
- Oh, what a doll! Daughter, you are so beautiful! Get up, - Lena was already playing the role of mother.
Zhenya was ready to cry. A real doll was looking at him from the mirror, well, at the very least, a girl of kindergarten age.
- What's happened? Again whims? Give me a pacifier again? Get up. Spin around. Good girl. Give mom a pen, give dad a pen.
And they, taking him by the hand, went throughout the apartment. Every now and then the girls stopped and admired their handiwork. And Zhenya had to spin around, learn to sit down in a curtsy and kiss mom and dad. Then they got sick of going to visit, and they "went to the cinema." Sasha turned on the cartoon, and they sedately sat down on the sofa in the hall. Zhenya was in the middle and sat without moving, putting his hands on his knees, like an exemplary girl. Sasha noticed his stiffness and brought the doll.
- That's right, dear. Let the baby shake the doll. She is definitely a doll herself! Zhenya, do you want to be a doll?
- No…
- Okay, okay, I was joking. You are our beloved daughter.
After the cartoon, the three of them played with dolls, set the table with children's dishes, in general, they did the usual girly things. Zhenya got involved in the game and was no longer afraid to be exposed by Lena every minute. The only thing was that he was very shy when Sasha escorted him to the toilet to hold on to a beautiful dress.
The girls started to play and did not notice how lunch time approached. There was a phone call. It was Lena's grandmother calling. Like, it's almost three o'clock, it's time for lunch. Lena was going home. Sasha pulled the hairpins out of her hair. It turned out a little not neat, but Lena said that she would comb her hair at home.
- All right, I ran. And then the grandmother will scold.
- Yes, it's time for Zhenya and me to have a bite to eat.
- Goodbye, daughter. Kiss mommy ... Well done. And I give you a pacifier. Maybe we'll play again. Or, if you are capricious, Sasha will give it to you so that you don’t cry. Okay, okay, I'm kidding. Kiss me again... That's all, bye.
Lena ran away. And Zhenya burst into tears for some reason.
- Well, why are you crying. It's all good. Lena did not guess that you were a boy. Was it boring to play with us? And in general, you, Zhenechka, are very beautiful girl. Here, look in the mirror. I wish I had such a sister. Let me kiss you. Okay, time for lunch. Let me help you take off your dress so you don't get it dirty. Or do you want to stay in it while I warm up dinner?
Zhenya, in principle, is already used to the dress, but he wouldn’t admit it for anything.
Sasha untied her belt, unbuttoned the buttons on her back and carefully removed Zhenya's festive dress and T-shirt. But I noticed, and if suddenly, after dinner, Lena returns. Zhenya did not want to be a girl again. Then the sister suggested that for now just put on a T-shirt, the one that was in the morning. Before the parents arrive, we will have time to change clothes, and if Lena does come in, then Zhenya will have time to pull on her skirt, she will not hide it yet. The wife had to agree, but he asked to remove the nail polish. Sasha helped him to put on his T-shirt, they set him up to warm up dinner, and in the same place in the kitchen she wiped off his and her varnish with a special liquid. They had lunch, Sasha washed the dishes, and Zhenya helped to dry them. Then they returned to the nursery and carefully hung the dress in Sasha's closet. And then Zhenya saw himself in a large mirror in the closet door. In the reflection was a girl. After all, he was wearing a girly T-shirt and tights, and, in addition, a large white bow in his hair. Sasha did not specifically remind him of the bow, she so wanted him to stay longer as her sister. And he somehow managed to get used to the hairstyle and while changing clothes, having dinner and removing nail polish and did not notice that he was left with a bow.
- Sasha, untie.
- And suddenly Lena will return.
- So what. Girls go without bows.
- So you agree to be a girl?
- No-no ... - Zhenya whimpered, and he began to rip off the bow.
“Wait, wait, I’ll untie it myself.” And there was nothing to cry about.
- You don't wear bows.
- I'm already an adult. But I'm ready to tie a bow for myself if we tie it for you too. Want?
- No-no...
- OK OK. Let's go wash up. Otherwise, mom will see cosmetics.
They went to the bathroom and washed themselves with soap. Sasha dialed Lenin's phone. She said that she would not come today, as her grandmother gave her housework. But be sure to call back in the evening. Therefore, Sasha hid the children's skirt and took out Zhenya's boy's clothes, which she hid in the closet in the morning.
- It's a pity, I have such a sister appeared. And now brother again. Let `s play.
And since there was still time before the arrival of their parents, they sat down on the carpet, where the toys were laid out.
The mothers arrived almost at the same time. Sasha a little earlier, because it was much closer for her to go from work.
- You ate, what did you do?
- Ate, watched TV, played.
- And what did you play?
- In daughters-mothers.
Aunt Vera looked strangely at Zhenya. But then I thought: the boy is small, and what else to play with Sasha. Zhenya's mother also came here. And again they began to collect on the table. We drank tea together. And mother and Zhenya were going home.
- Zhenechka, you liked being with Sasha all day, will you come to visit us again? asked Aunt Vera.
"Yes," Zhenya answered timidly, holding his mother's hand. He didn't know if he wanted a repeat today. Probably not. But all the same, he was interested in Sasha.
His mother, saying goodbye to her sister, noticed that the quarantine had just begun, and there was no one to leave him at home with. Tomorrow, of course, is the weekend. But next week, she would ask Sasha to stay with Zhenya a couple more times, if they had such a good time together. Aunt Vera didn't mind at all. And Zhenya did not know what to do with his eyes from embarrassment, he was afraid that today's game could be repeated.
And the quarantine continued.