The anthropological image of Nastenka from the tale about Morozko is the image of the reference woman, to whom everyone should aspire and whom everyone should pretend to be. Modest, timid, tender, unpretentious.
But the truth is that Nastenka from the fairy tale about Morozko is a fascist. A cunning and duplicitous woman who says what is expected of her to gain.
In the fairy tale, she is positioned as a beautiful and gentle girl, full of virtues, the ability to tolerate and lie — the main of which.
And when she lies to the maniac from the forest about the fact that she is warm, she commits a crime against everyone at once: against Morozko, who will now think that the way to impress a woman is to freeze her to death, against all the women who will now get hurt because of this, against herself, because lying to herself about her feelings and feelings is the fastest way to become unhappy and encapsulate an unconscious desire to take revenge on men, as well as against her children, whom she will now bring up from the position: the Lord suffered and told us.
I think, that on Nastya they're modern mournfully have already all, whom not decisional laziness, so will leave in alone it's and its sins, move to monsters, which she has generated.
Cute, modest, immaculate, with hair and eyebrows of natural color, darlings in clean sweaters and skirts to the knee, girls sitting with a submissive smile on the edge of a chair: these are modern duplicitous monsters. Let's call our monster Olyushka, in honor of the wife of the crime boss Sasha Bely, grandmother's granddaughter and violinist. A beauty, not a girl. Young talent. Pretender.
You know why I don't trust girls like that?
Yes, because it's impossible. It is impossible to live even to 20 years and in the capital of identity to have only this lovely face and the lowered look. Impossible.
She must survive the transition to adulthood, experimenting with appearance, ideology. She must go through all the stages that are put in fairy tales only anti-heroes: Sloth, careless stepmother's daughters and other unsightly personalities. Namely: bouts greed, wickedness of, hatred, envy, inhuman ambitions, desire to go on the heads of, strangle, fight, scratching claws — survive here is this all, that inevitably accompany self-sufficiency and independence. All that is not acceptable to think cutie and excellent student need to go through and work out. And not necessarily with the help complex spiritual practices, can be and simply method trial and mistakes. That is physically to go, to try to be overcome for something, to shout, cry, make a complete idiot of yourself, to come back home, to cry still and to think how it turned out and how not to allow it further. And most importantly, most importantly, to accept all of this in itself.
I. e. still years in 16 to approach mirror and say: "okay, I accented not rights. Yes, I feel jealous/angry/envious, and Yes, it doesn't make anyone feel any better. So now I will cry a little more, and tomorrow I will figure out how to live, knowing and accepting that I have it all in such a way that neither I nor others will suffer from it anymore." A woman has to live through this moment. It is more accurate to experience these moments because the hell it all turns out at a time. Then it becomes real, alive, it becomes a three-dimensional character.
But not Olga, no. These all-bad emotions not for Olyushka. She smiles when we meet, blinks and straightens a strand of hair. She is beautiful, kind, modest, all these negative qualities are not about her. Olga sits on the edge of a chair and is always turned to you by her best side, the sweetest expression on her face, the most modest pose. Olga wishes everyone a good morning.
And she's doing it because it's her disguise, which is why she's so uptight. She's like this huge alien beetle of People in Black in the body of a farmer: naturally looks only in one position. Because from the back or any other angle, it consists entirely of unexpressed emotions: from unshed tears, uncalled-for mats, from hoarseness, anger, resentment, whims, desire for revenge. And all this, o horror, is beyond her control. It's a monster made of overgrown vices that she can't control. And the existence of which she denies. Good luck to everyone says Olyushka.
In peacetime, she walks gently, a friendly smile to a stranger, it is a neat gray mouse.
Homes Olyushka terrorist, which no one not as forgives not that weaknesses — features of. She is annoyed by her husband, how he talks, chews, what his body looks like and how he sits in the toilet. Her own children. Olya all have, and all the blame for everything, everything is ruining her life, and if you have something to give, let them give more. And she terrorizes the household, like a little Mussolini neatly for the fact that they're just people. "Not such ideal people as I", — thinks Pro themselves Olyushka, but never says this aloud, because this and so understandable.
Another of Halushki gets everything in it and can not be: for example, she rolls up the scandals and fights. Or cheating on her husband. Or suddenly her dark side overpowers for a minute, and now she has already got a tattoo. Something vulgar, vulgar, like a heart on your ass, and here it is again parted in the middle and full of God's grace.
And here our darling sits in the train with her violin, in a beige skirt to the knee, keeps her back straight and looks out the window with a timid dreamy smile. But she accidentally steps on the foot of a young man. She turns and rips his throat out with her bare hands.
Why? Is this happening?
Because cute blue stockings want everyone to like. And so cut off all the unsightly pieces. Remains usually from 3 until 30% quite average, but affable girls. And from 70 to 97% of the black shadow, running behind her, the existence of which she hates herself and takes revenge on others.
If you look like Olushka, if you are good and sweet, and you come across some goats that destroy your life, if you are struck by how all around are bloodthirsty and petty, then take a deep breath. It's not them, it's you. Go, scream into the pillow, and then, step by step, abomination by abomination, accept all that is within you. Not this good angle like Paris Hilton, but all, all that is there.
This article is an investment in the world I live in every day. I profitable to Olewski deal with their feelings towards themselves and stopped making with the world what they are doing.
And on behalf of a society that makes you throw most of yourself in the trash, and what's left to wear all your life and frustrate about it, I apologize.