Shout! Louder!

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A letter came from a small village. In her schoolgirl sent her work, fairy tales. We published, and the letters of the girl Nadi began to appear regularly in our newspaper. We met with the mother of the girl, and her brother began to work with us as a photojournalist.

And suddenly, unhappiness, Nadya was raped. We omit the details, it's too painful. The girl turned to a psychiatrist, she was treated for a long time. When it became easier, she came to our office. As time went by, Nadia began to work as a correspondent, married, gave birth to a daughter, then another. But in Nadine eyes, it seemed to me, sometimes fear, or despair would flash.

The violence was not in vain. A nightmare, when a rapist is drawn to you by someone else's sweaty hands, is not forgotten. When we were students, my neighbor in the hostel told me that I met at a dance with one man, Mikhail. He was an engineer, said that he lives in a hostel together with his friend, Victor.

Young people met once, different. Then Michael invited Katya to the hostel, said that Victor also wants to meet her. Katya first began to doubt whether to agree, but went. A dormitory for specialists, at the bottom there is a duty officer. They went into the room, but there is no Victor, but there is a bottle of vodka.

Michael tried to drink Katya, but she drank only a sip. She did not want intimacy, she was afraid, and suddenly Michael threw her legs on the bed and began to try to take off her clothes.

-I'll scream! "Katya told me." I do not even know where I got such a loud voice from the stomach, and not from my chest. Michael, it seems, was frightened.

Then he let go of Katya, and then he also took her home. We have a square next to the hostel, he made another attempt to get the girl, but she ran away. Katya did not see him anymore.

He had serious intentions, he supposed. Now Katya is already a grandmother, I do not know if she remembers this case, but she lived happily with her husband, a worthy person. Then she was rescued by a cry. So, if that, shout loud and long.

Another my roommate in the dorm room, Lida, got acquainted with Kostya, he worked in Tomskenergo, worked and studied. Generally in Tomsk in those years, probably, every second was either a student, or a person with a diploma. Kostya studied at the Polytechnic Institute.

They seem to have a serious relationship, met for several months. Once they were invited to a wedding for a friend of Bones. They went. Drank, danced. Kostya, who always kept himself within the framework, relaxed and wanted to take Lida right in the park, there were shops. Lida was insulted.

She was chaste, and suddenly-a bench drunk hard by a man ... She ran away. When I realized that this was the end of their relationship, I cried so much, but what can I do? Any such cases are trapped by women in the most unexpected places.

Once I myself still a high school student almost fell victim to a mowing. It's good that I guessed to leave, tell the grown-ups, they did not allow anything like that. When a girl or a teenager is chosen as a victim, it's quite a disaster. Some people think that she herself is to blame, she put on a short skirt, but someone thinks that she behaved unworthily.

And then suffering is multiplied. What should be done, how to behave, so that this does not happen? How to protect yourself? You're not going to sit in the apartment day and night. Listen to people with whom it happened, watch movies, the chronicle becomes creepy.

Suffer children, teenagers, boys and girls, women ... At the same time, you can always find women who will be pleased to make you happy. Go to them!