every woman looks a good deal older than her husband — not among the working class only, but among the men of politics as well. When I mentioned this to my escort, he answered: But we see it the other way around.
The Russian woman is strong of build, and she bears strong children. The reader will ask: where do the men work, then?... Are they all in the army barracks and the camps?...
Likewise, there shows on the women's faces a cast of misery that a woman cannot hide; and the Russian woman attaches no great importance to her outward appearance. She wears sober dresses, and that is all that concerns her. She may well be the reverse image of the Western woman — the American in particular — who today cares for nothing but herself and the improvement of her looks, to draw the other sex to her surface charms.
Throughout my stay in Russia, my eye never fell on smartly dressed young men, or on a smiling mouth; nor did I ever chance to see two lovers in a restaurant or a café exchanging looks of love...
Beautifying oneself and the use of powders are detested things in Russia, and it did not enter woman's head to use them until lately, when the press mounted a campaign of encouragement...
As long as I live I shall not forget the look of a man sitting near me when he saw me freshening my lipstick, then lighting a cigarette... this, of course, being unfamiliar among their ladies...
Love and tenderness and poetry are things forbidden to the Russian people; there is no trace of them in the lexicon of its life!... And I recall reading a poem by a well-known poet: My beloved... my tractor!!...
The Russians call their homeland
the Mother Land, for the mother is truly the backbone of this homeland!...
But does this labor lessen woman's femininity?... Not at all... It happened once that I was shivering with cold on one of the farms, when a kindly old woman took my hands and began rubbing them, then seated me in a warm corner and brought me a glass of hot milk and some bread, then sat chatting with me on all manner of subjects. She made me feel that she was incapable of spite and hatred — capable, rather, of crossing the boundaries politics has drawn... boundaries powerless to shatter the standards of humanity...
The Russian woman's sacrifice, and her denial of self, melted my
heart. She is patient and humble, strong and gentle at once. She alone stirred my inmost feelings and made me feel a strange emotion; and I longed to be with her, to climb with her the mountain paths of life and the roughness of the trails, and to wave a red flag against laziness and sloth... And tomorrow a new day will rise... I wish it a happy one for the Russian woman!..
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