From what "Slave Izaura" saved the Soviet people. From what "Slave Izaura" saved the Soviet people Black and white Ruben Gallego

30 years ago, on October 16, 1988, Soviet television began showing the Brazilian TV series Slave Izaura. Contrary to popular belief, Slave Izaura did not become the first series that the Soviet audience saw.

Even before her, in 1986, he met the heroic commissar Cattani from the Italian Octopus. There were also so-called serial films in the USSR, that is, in fact, the same serials. In the tapes "Shadows disappear at noon" and "Long road in the dunes" there were seven episodes each; in "Young Russia" and, as they say now, the biopic "Mikhailo Lomonosov" - nine each; 10 in the history of the Soviet militia "Born by the Revolution"; 12 each in "Seventeen Moments of Spring" and "State Border"; as many as 19 in the "Eternal Call" (in the current realities, these are two solid seasons); 22 episodes consisted of the classic Soviet TV series ZnatoKi is investigating, which lasted 18 years on the air - and so on.

And yet, the Brazilian telenovela - in our country it is often mistakenly called a "telenovela", tracing the Portuguese telenovela - has become something completely special for the mass Soviet viewer.

Domestic Isaurs, who received a name in honor of the main character, are now in their thirties. Countless Leoncios and Tobias among pets have disappeared, but half of the country to this day calls their summer cottages six acres "fazenda" - this word has long ceased to sound exotic to the Russian ear.

Perhaps the fact is that “Slave Izaura” turned out to be the first “soap opera” on Soviet television, that is, a story about the vicissitudes of fate and love in its purest form, without a detective or civic component. The telenovela about the sufferer Izaura, opposing the fatal handsome villain, was first of all a melodrama. Brazil of the 19th century was perceived more as a decorative background than as a true historical past of a foreign country.

What, after all, did our people for the most part know about Brazil?

Coffee, football, carnival, many Pedrovs and even more wild monkeys. The red-haired lord Leoncio, demonically rolling his eyes, and the fragile Izaura in light puffy dresses very successfully supplemented this knowledge to a perfect fairy tale.

Part fantasy of distant lands and another life, part pitiful tale of a girl in trouble, Slave Izaura touched the heart of our viewer with those strings that no one had really addressed before.

Longing for fiction, which you can simply empathize with, over which, according to the classic, you can shed tears, was quenched at the end of Soviet history by what a couple of years later they will contemptuously call “Brazilian soap”.

Nobody expected this.

It is no coincidence that “Slave Izaura” was first shown with a break of almost six months - the television management did not imagine that someone would seriously want to watch “this nonsense”. But the Soviet people once again surprised their authorities: during the broadcast, the streets and shops were empty - the saleswomen in the back rooms, with bated breath, followed the ups and downs of Izaura's fate.

The point, perhaps, was not so much in the artistic merits of the telenovela, but in the absolute novelty of such a spectacle for the population, accustomed to completely different products.

One can endlessly argue about the merits and demerits of this genre, but one has to admit: “Slave Izaura” instilled in the mass domestic audience a taste for endless stories of love, suffering and family secrets.

Latin American TV series flooded onto our screens - and were in demand. They were followed by the great and terrible "Santa Barbara", which forever became a household word in Russian - in one word - a designation of confusing and, at first glance, implausible circumstances.

The country was in a fever, it changed beyond recognition, and then completely disintegrated. At the same time, habitual life has changed forever - and serials on TV have become a full, albeit not the most significant, part of the new picture of the world.

There is something very human, not to say human, in the very idea of ​​the series.

To know that tomorrow or in a week you will again see those to whom you are accustomed and have become attached to your heart, even if they do not exist in the three-dimensional world; that there is something reliable in life, at least for a season or two, and with luck, it will be extended - isn't this the essence of our love for TV shows?

Modern man, rapidly and richly interacting with the outside world, is terribly lonely. He is always in touch, he always has something buzzing and ringing in his pocket, winking a green light, but this chaotic movement and flickering does not add up well to life, from which we still expect, if not constancy, then continued, ongoing meaning.

50 minutes of your favorite series and the hope that there will be another 50 minutes, of course, does not provide it. But they offer an effective palliative in his absence.

And when armies converge on the screen or monitor, dragons take off, omniscient secret services and powerful enemies plot intrigues for the hero, a killer is found by a single hair, history is made and politics is made, when we follow fictitious deeds, troubles and feelings of characters, hardly anyone -someone will remember that this entry into the new world began for us with the Brazilian quadroon Isaura, with her misadventures and love.

SCENE:

Krasnokamensk Territory, Novopokrovsky District

Hard labor settlement at the collective farm "Forward"

Near zero, cloudy

This morning they were obviously late and left the wooden barracks built in the forties on the outskirts of Yuzhny - a lopsided cluster of two and one-story emergency buildings, with an eternally dirty, rumpled L-shaped street, a gray and unkempt formation that could not be called a town or a village - already late .

All three of them had a long way to go before work: the mother, who worked as a milkmaid on one of the farms, had to walk more than ten kilometers to work; her daughters, who worked at the central estate of the settlement (the settlers spoke in the office), a tiny semi-basement sewing workshop as seamstresses had to walk seven kilometers ...

After December frosts and a snowy New Year's Eve, a thaw began yesterday - and now, despite the piercing wind that always walks all winter and autumn in these fields, before they had even taken a few steps from the rotten wooden porch, they were splashing along the cold, still barely frost-bitten, mud... but it was only a path that led through the now bare birch grove, leading out to the north, broken, winding among the fields, muddy from the rain - primer ...

They followed each other like three shadows - the youngest Vitalinka, a blond girl of about twenty-three, went first. Squinting short-sightedly through glasses constantly sliding down his nose; she stepped carefully, as if she were about to stand with her bare foot on a ball of poisonous snakes, picking up the greasy hem of a rough skirt, altered from an old potato sack, straightening her glasses and holding the lapels of a worn jacket worn over her naked body.

Following her was her mother, Vasilisa, a woman of about forty-five, dressed in a greasy sundress sewn from the same coarse material as her daughter's skirt. Her graying hair, her clothes, her dirty bare feet - all of her has long been saturated with the aromas of the farm where she worked for the third month as a milkmaid, coming there at six in the morning and leaving her walls closer to eleven in the evening. Now, trying to follow the trail with her daughter, she carried in her hands a small canvas bag with a can in which she occasionally brought milk home.

They were closed by a thin and tall Varka, also dressed in a burlap skirt - her shoulders and hardened in the cold, with frozen columns of her nipples, her breasts barely covered an ordinary scarf that the girls tied on their heads - in her hands she carried broken shoes with worn backs. On one there was no heel at all, on the second the sole was tied several times with a coarse rope ...

In the early January morning, their procession went farther and farther away into the bloody, snow-covered fields, taking with them all the non-cunning belongings that remained after all the misadventures, which led the Stolbov family to free settlers for five long years ...

After five kilometers, having reached the next fork in the road, their paths diverged: Vasilisa turned onto a primer formed by two deep ruts that took her away to the farms; the daughters went further down the road to take their places at the sewing machines and work to the point of insanity making coarse clothes for convicts and a slightly more refined but still sad style for sale through shops to citizens and citizens.

That tiny sewing workshop was the fruit of a joint agreement between Aunt Natalya and Ritka-Daisy that they decided to make a business on the general deficit, and now they were planning with might and main (over a stack of tea) the opening of a shoe workshop and the sisters were the first swallows that had already reached their icy basement and scribbled like wound up...

For failure to comply with the norm, they were threatened with ... an eternal stop in a penal settlement.

He had seen this girl before, usually with friends, but a couple of times he met her at the entrance to Ellingham alone. She was, he guessed, about eighteen years old, not a "beauty queen", but rather attractive, with long brown hair gathered at the back of her head in a ponytail. What happened was like a flash, an action whose plan was nothing more than vague morning dreams half asleep. The opportunity presented itself and he took it.
On this foggy morning, you could see anything behind the windshield at a distance of no more than ten meters. Seeing something flashed in the headlights on the side of the road, he, to his surprise, braked and stopped at a distance. Obeying a sudden impulse, he opened the door and went out into the wet cold twilight.
It was the same girl, the girl of his frequent morning fantasies. Apparently, she got out onto the road, not noticing the approaching car in the fog, and was thrown back with a glancing blow. The one who hit him fled, leaving the girl unconscious on the side of the road.
Remembering everything that remained in his memory after working in a pharmaceutical company, he checked her condition: possible fractures, abrasions, dislocations, as well as breathing and heart function. Other than a possible concussion and fainting, everything was fine. Wanting to get her to the hospital in Minster quickly, he slipped his hands under the girl's knees and shoulders, picked her up and carried her to his car, arranging her motionless body in the back seat.
He found her purse near the scene of the accident. After checking the contents, he learned a lot about the girl: Angela Cole, nearly twenty years old, unmarried. Judging by the addresses in the notebook, he lives separately from his parents, and according to the "unemployed person's card" he does not work or study anywhere. Everything looked as if his dreams had become a reality: there were no witnesses to the incident, her absence would not be noticed by relatives and acquaintances for a long time ... "Hey!" - he said mentally to himself, - "It's time to start!"
Having found a mobile phone in the car, he called to work and took time off for the whole day, saying he was sick, then turned around and drove home to the suburb of Beckham. The girl was still unconscious, and he hoped that she would not come to her senses, at least until the end of the trip. The fog cleared a little, but was still thick. It is unlikely that any of the neighbors could notice how he brought the insensible body inside the house. He prepared something, hoping for a similar case, he made some of the equipment himself, borrowed something from his previous job, ordered something by mail - he was a shy person and was embarrassed to go into sex shops.
The first stage of the "operation" required the girl to be unconscious, so he rechecked her physical condition and injected her with a drug, which he knew would put a person to sleep for about ten hours. Timed it: nine forty-five in the morning, Tuesday, the tenth of March.
The guest room was specially equipped for such cases, he waited and hoped ... as it turned out, not in vain. Having closed the thick curtains, he once again noted that the windows of the room overlooked a wasteland, and there was, in general, no one to be surprised at the windows curtained during the day.
First, the "patient" must be undressed: he carefully removed his coat, boots, skirt, jumper, T-shirt, socks, tights, bra, and finally panties. Every detail of her clothes was neatly folded and placed in a cardboard box. Then came the turn of jewelry: several rings on the fingers, a watch, a “magic” bracelet on the right wrist, four gold earrings (two in each ear), a Christian gold cross necklace, a “crocodile” hair clip. The last to be removed was the gold earring from the navel. He placed all this in a plastic, hermetically sealed bag, and also put it in a box.
Another thorough examination of the body followed. Her height was 172 centimeters, excellent physique, fitness and diet. Her make-up was discreet, a little smeared after the "incident", she apparently did not like to paint her nails. The tan left over from the summer was still visible, but the "swimsuit lines" were barely visible. He was pleasantly surprised that she was a virgin. “She will remain her, - my eternal virgin!” he thought with satisfaction.
Before starting, he took a few pictures of the girl with his new digital camera and copied them to a password-protected computer hard drive.
First, all the hair from her body, including her head, should have been removed. To simplify the task, he cut off the curls that go down to the shoulders with ordinary tailor's scissors, gathered them, sealed them in a plastic bag and placed them in a box with clothes. A jar of experimental depilatory cream, stolen sometime at work, turned out to be very out of place. During laboratory tests, it turned out that the cream blocked hair growth for at least six months, but it did not go into production due to the fact that after the end of the cream, the hair grew unevenly - something that did not matter now.
Removing hair all over the body was not an easy task. He took Angela to the shower, handcuffed her wrists to a water pipe under the ceiling so that the girl stood "on tiptoe". Putting on rubber gloves, he carefully covered her from head to toe with cream, paying attention to even the smallest fold of skin, watching with satisfaction as the cream began to dissolve her hair. Ten minutes later, he carefully rinsed off the caustic mixture with water. Hair disappeared everywhere: eyebrows, pubis, armpits, even eyelashes were washed away by a stream of warm water, leaving the girl's body as naked as possible.
He dried his prey thoroughly, then smeared it from head to toe with a moisturizer. A new series of photographs found their home on a password-protected hard drive. Following the removal of hair in his plans was a tattoo. Spreading a sheet of polyethylene on the floor in the room, he carried Angela out of the shower room, laid her on the sheet, giving her body an X-shape. Centimeter by centimeter, bizarre dark red patterns covered the girl's body. Time passed, and by the time he finished the tattooing process, it was already four in the afternoon. With the exception of a small bruise on the back of her head, he did not find any physical injuries on her body during the work.
Satisfiedly examining the final result, he noted that now the girl looks much better than when he found her on the road. The camera captured the shape of each pattern electronically, and was put off until the next step. A small autoclave has just finished sterilizing surgical instruments. He thoroughly washed his hands, put on a medical gown over his home clothes and thin latex gloves.
Thanks to the injection of sleeping pills, Angela continued to sleep, not preventing her body from moving from the floor to the gynecological chair installed in the room. Just in case, he secured his knees in the stirrups, and his wrists on the armrests of the chair, conveniently laid out the tools beside him, and set to work.
First, the nipples. After placing special clamps on them, he pierced them horizontally with a hollow piercing needle, one nipple after another. Behind the needle is a conical dilator, which increased the diameter of the holes to five millimeters. The clamps were removed, and special tubes with flared edges - "tunnels" - made of titanium alloy were placed in the newly appeared punctures. In the healing process, they will completely hide inside the girl's body, but leave the holes open. In conclusion, he carefully lubricated fresh wounds with a cream that has an antiseptic and healing effect.
Then he shifted his attention to Angela's pretty nose. A breathing tube was inserted into her mouth, as her nose would be closed during the operation. A specially shaped clamp was placed in the nostrils, and a piercing needle, of a larger diameter than that used for the nipples, was passed through the wings of the nose, holes in the clamp and the nasal septum. Removing the clip, he took a titanium rod with small balls screwed onto its ends and inserted it into the holes made by the needle. The balls are comfortably placed in the folds of both nostrils.
Again clamp and sterile needle. Another hole appeared in the nasal septum below the rod, in which he placed the same “tunnel” as in the nipples, additionally riveting it with tongs with curly lips so that it could not be removed. This hole, five millimeters in diameter, as well as the punctures in the nipples, remained empty for the time being. The process was completed by two punctures in the wings of the nose, below the balls, in which small “dumbbells” immediately appeared.
Pausing to rest, he moved from the girl's head to her crotch. It was necessary to put into practice the plan that had been ripening in his head for a long time. Attaching a figured plate made of surgical steel to the "pussy", he marked the piercing holes on the outer labia and the hood of the clitoris with a marker. The perforator made thirteen new holes according to the markup, one at the clitoris, and six each down, along the labia. A new portion of the healing ointment, and then through each hole from the inside to the outside, a thin rod stuck out, having at the base a round “hat” - a plate - a “labret”. Through the puncture in the hood of the clitoris, the last, thirteenth rod was threaded.
Having photographed the "operational field", he inserted the catheter, the tube of which ended with a valve outside the plate, into the urethra, carefully closed the girl's "pussy", making sure that all the rods passed through the holes intended for them. Acting very carefully, with a specially designed tool, he processed each rod so that the outer plate fits snugly against the skin, completely blocking access to the clitoris and vagina. The protruding parts of the rods were riveted and smeared with "cold welding" gel. Using a catalyst, he set a timer for ten minutes and quickly ate some sandwiches.
The chime of the timer heralded the end of the pussy sealing process.
As he expected, the girl was awakening, so he injected another dose of sleeping pills into her vein. This was supposed to put Angela to sleep for another ten hours.
Using a grinder, he cut off the burrs at the welds, sanded and polished them. Now the plate seemed to be monolithic, the joints were almost invisible.
The next step was no less difficult. For each of the girl's ears, he prepared lentil-shaped plates with a scattering of small holes in the center, reminiscent of holes in the speaker of a telephone receiver. After mounting the plates, the girl will still be able to hear, but her ears will be pressed to the skull. To fix the plates, he made six holes in the cartilage of the ears, in addition to those that were available. The work required accuracy, finally, the plates were fixed so that there were no gaps between their edges and the skin. Having processed the protruding ends of the labret and filled them with “cold welding” gel, he withstood the necessary pause and polished the burrs to a mirror shine.
The last stage of his plans from the very beginning caused him some doubts. The decision was delayed, but now the time has come. Everything was going like clockwork, and he decided. Using a clamp, he pulled the tongue out of Angela's mouth and pierced it with a thick needle from the center from the bottom up. Another moment, and a decent-sized “dumbbell” earring was inserted into the puncture.
The girl was temporarily numb. With a lot of new piercings, with a body covered from head to toe with tattoos, with permanently installed metal "body parts" ... today she had a difficult day.
Before starting the next stage, he took a new series of photographs. After disinfecting Angela's fingers, he glued the middle, index and thumb fingers on each hand with "biological" glue, leaving only the little fingers and ring fingers free. The glue did not cause an allergic reaction and in a day or two should have disappeared, absorbed into the skin. Hands with glued fingers severely limited the ability to manipulate small objects, this will be important in the future. Steel plates were glued to the soles of the feet with the same composition, curved in such a way as if the feet were shod in shoes with fifteen-centimeter heels, the toes glued together in a position that the "sharp" toes of non-existent shoes would give them.
And finally, his attention was transferred to the girl's anus. Here, an anal plug of a special design was used. Unlike the usual one, it was a tube that unfolded with latex-filled steel petals inside the body, when the ring nut at the base was rotated. The plug hole was closed with a special stopper, which was locked with a padlock. The cork and plug were connected by a short chain, which was necessary so that the cork would not be lost if it was removed.
After he placed the plug in Angela's anus and expanded it to the required diameter, he removed the nut. Now it was impossible to remove the plug from the girl's body. The anus expanded to five centimeters, but remained locked with a key. Sealed construction. The plug had one more feature that would be needed in the future: in addition to the “ordinary” cork, he prepared several more inserts of various sizes and shapes that could replace it.
He once again checked everything that was fixed on the girl’s body, wiped the blood that had come out in some places with a cotton swab soaked in an antiseptic. Before the start of the final stage, a pause of several hours was required. After setting the right time on the alarm clock, he lay down to rest.

Waking up, he was once again amazed at what had already been done, several times he clicked the shutter of the camera before starting. It was early in the morning, he was expected at work by eleven o'clock, five hours to spare. First - nails, giving each the correct shape, bright red varnish, neat coloring and polishing, immediately on the arms and legs.
Then the girl's body from the neck to the feet was covered with liquid black latex, first in front, then behind. By letting each layer dry, he eventually achieved that the body was covered inextricably by six layers of latex. From the neck down, she was now an anthracite-black mannequin, devoid of any signs of sex, steel plates glued to the soles, the steel-covered "pussy" was covered with layers of latex, only the cork on the chain was visible between the shiny black buttocks.
It's time for the head. Soaking smoky black contact lenses with eye fluid, he placed them in Angela's eyes. Several layers of latex, and now the head is covered with a frozen layer of the same thickness as the body. Only the inner part of the nostrils and lips, the eyes remained free of latex. On a black background, all the decorations of her nose were perfectly visible, and through half-open lips - an earring in her tongue.
Titanium rings, each four centimeters in diameter, took their places in the "tunnels" previously inserted into Angela's nipples and nasal septum. It was extraordinarily beautiful - silvery islands among the gleaming black. There was one hour left - more than enough.
Having unpacked the new “clothing”, he carefully sprinkled it with talcum powder. This was supposed to help in "dressing" Angela. Latex panties, stockings, corset-grace with garters for stockings, “opera” shoulder-length gloves, a short tight dress with a hem that barely covers the top of the stockings, all white.
The ankle straps of the white shoes with sixteen centimeter heels were locked. The head was covered with a white latex "helmet" with lacing at the back of the head, on top of it a high collar with three "D"-shaped rings settled around the neck: in front and on the sides. Time is almost over.
Carefully lifting the girl in his arms, he went down the stairs to the basement, where a makeshift dungeon had been waiting for the prisoner for a long time. In the dim light emanating from a small barred window under the ceiling, the “dungeon” looked austerely empty, only an old spring mattress covered with a thin blanket, a lone plastic bucket in the corner, some rubbish under the window, and a huge mirror on the wall. A steel bolt was embedded in the wall above the mattress, to which one of the ends of the chain, coiled in rings on the floor, was fastened.
Laying the sleeping girl on the mattress, he connected the chain and collar ring under the girl's chin with a lock. Click, and Angela was chained to the wall. The length of the chain allowed her to explore the basement, but not climb the stairs. Having quickly searched the basement, he took several forgotten things upstairs, returned with a tray on which lay several apples, and placed the tray in the center of the “dungeon”. After thinking, he brought an empty plastic cup and a liter pack of orange juice on top. An empty plastic bucket in the corner of the dungeon was supposed to replace the “prisoner” with a toilet.
The basement was equipped with several TV cameras, which were quite difficult to notice. Having locked the door to the basement, he checked the operation of the television cameras, set the computer to record the pictures coming from them, and went to work.

Operation 2

Oh, how she did not like to walk every morning to the city from the village where she rented a room! Buses don’t run this early, and she didn’t have money for a taxi, and even more so for her own car. Therefore, every morning she was waiting for a walk a couple of kilometers long. It’s good that she had her faithful player with her: the music in her ears kept her awake. Moving "on autopilot", she rounded the fence and entered the road leading to the city.
It happened so fast that she didn't have time to understand anything - a sudden noise from behind, a blow that turned her around and threw her out of the way.
Several times she began to come to her senses, distinguished an indistinct noise around, saw the light, but then again fell into oblivion. Finally, her brain awakened enough that she realized she was lying on something soft. Twilight reigned around, the outlines of objects did not want to become clear. Helping herself with her hands, Angela sat on the mattress and looked around the room in which she was.
Walls painted with faded paint of an indeterminate color, concrete ceiling beams, bright sunlight from a small barred window, dusty concrete floor. The girl's gaze, running around the room, returned to the mattress. Two white shiny objects... Moving, Angela realized with horror that these were her legs! She was not wearing the clothes in which she left the house in the morning, her legs were covered with a material that most of all resembled a dense layer of rubber. The heels of the white shoes were abnormally long.
What the hell is going on here?! Trying to get up, Angela found that a long chain connected her neck and the wall. With a muffled cry, the girl felt that her tongue was swollen and something was threaded through it!
Holding on to the wall, Angela rose to her feet. A dusty floor-to-ceiling mirror reflected a black figure in a gleaming white robe. Incredible! It can't be! What happened to her?! If this is a dream, then you need to wake up!
The appearance of the woman in the mirror was strange: from the "helmet" that covered her head to the stockings and shoes, all the details of her clothes were made of shiny white latex. Angela did not see her eyes - two black ovals and black lips peeked through the cutouts of the "helmet".
She opened her mouth and tried to scream again to chase away this crazy dream, but she choked when she saw a shiny ball in the center of her tongue. In a panic, she grabbed onto the helmet, ripping it off her head, and she managed to remove it, but what was hidden under it frightened her even more. A black shiny ball of the head, a protrusion-nose, decorated with earrings that pierced the bridge of the nose and nostrils. Eyes and ears were missing.
The collar was padlocked, but the rest of the clothing could be removed, despite the limited (oh my God!) mobility of the fingers. Taking off her dress, Angela found that her nipples were now decorated with metal rings, and the layer of latex that covered her body had no visible seams, as if someone huge had carefully lowered her into a vat of black liquid, pulled her out and let her dry.
The stockings proved impossible to take off, as their lower part was locked inside the shoes. Taking off her panties, Angela, to her horror, found a smooth, doll-like surface where her "pussy" had been. Only something resembling a valve in front, and a round cover, under which something uncomfortable was felt, in the back. The corset could not be removed - its lacing refused to obey the limited mobility of the hands.
Exhausted, the girl sat down on the mattress and burst into tears. “What the hell is going on?! Where I am?! Who did this to me?! How do I get rid of this nightmarish rubber "skin"?! What is all this for?!” Forecasts for the future were pessimistic and the situation hopeless.
When she calmed down a bit, her eyes fell on the tray of apples and juice. The girl realized that she was hungry, and ate everything that was left for her. After drinking a glass of juice, she again went to the mirror and began to examine her "new body" more carefully.
Almost immediately, she discovered that she still had ears, but they were covered with some kind of hard plates under a layer of latex. The fingers also seem to be in order, but glued together. On reflection, she came to the conclusion that nose and nipple piercings are not fatal, some of her acquaintances did the same for themselves of their own free will. Worse was the case with the perineum. Feeling herself between her legs, Angela felt that the "pussy" was securely closed, just like her ears. Unpleasant sensations from behind told her that the anus was enlarged by something that looked like an artificial phallus. And, of course, the black latex that covered her entire body - there were no seams!
The chain that chained the girl to the wall of the “dungeon” gave enough freedom, only the basement was almost empty. Walking around him in a circle, Angela sat down on the mattress again and plunged into gloomy thoughts. She didn't know how long she'd been unconscious, but she wasn't at all sure that anyone would notice her absence. Who could be bothered by this? Who cares if she's gone? She rarely interacted with the neighbors, her family was far away from here, and the doctor, with whom the meeting was scheduled for the next few days, would take the fact that she would not come, completely calmly ... Damn!
Pulled into a dream, curled up, the girl pulled the blanket over herself and unexpectedly quickly fell asleep.

Upon returning from work, he first of all sat down at the computer and looked at the images from all the cameras located in the basement. The girl was asleep, she was still wearing a corset, collar, stockings and shoes, but she managed to remove the rest of her clothes. After admiring Angela's hourglass torso, he also noted that the leftover food had been eaten. Everything went more than well.
Fate today presented him with a generous, but unexpected gift. In the morning, a female corpse was found on the coast. No documents, authorities said, were found on the woman, and the disfigured face in the photograph circulated by the authorities bore a certain resemblance to Angela's.
He quite chuckled. Seeing the photo in the newspaper, he immediately went to the coast, soaked the girl's handbag and documents in sea water, and then took them to the nearest police station. The tired policeman thanked him for the find and told him one of the versions of what had happened. According to him, the girl was an illegal immigrant from Latvia who tried to get to England on board one of the ferries, but was washed overboard in a storm ... Grinning to himself, he said goodbye to the talkative policeman and returned to work.
It's time for the meeting.
“Ah, slave, I see that you have woken up!”
The latex-encased girl remained motionless as he descended the stairs. She has already made her decision. The best thing in the current situation is to obey the circumstances. She calmly waited for him to come.
- Be obedient, and no one will offend you. Welcome to your new home, be my guest... for a while.
She silently watched him.
Did you manage to swallow your tongue? So what am I on about? I completely forgot about some... features of your new acquisitions!
Everything inside her broke off - she is in the hands of this crazy person, and it is unlikely that she will leave here alive. However, she still had some strength inside that kept the girl from breaking into hysterics. She continued to sit and silently look at him.
“I suppose you want to know how you got here?” In a nutshell, I found you on the side of the road, unconscious, you were hit by a car. If you think that someone will save you, give up hope. It just so happens that the police now have the corpse of a young lady with the appearance and build similar to you. Since she was pretty beaten up on stones and corroded by sea water, even your own mother will recognize you in her. Yes, and I will help, I have already handed over your documents to the police. So officially your body was washed ashore this morning near Whitestable, and your death is officially recorded.
This news stunned her, the ghostly hope melted ... Or not?
Why should I trust you?
- Do not trust? Good! I'll show you.
He went upstairs and returned a few minutes later, holding a short leash and steel handcuffs. Angela limply brought her hands behind her back, allowing him to snap the bracelets on her wrists. Removing the lock, he disconnected the chain from her collar, replacing it with a leash.
“Get up, let's go,” he commanded, and the girl obediently followed him to the stairs, guided by a leash.
Shoes with abnormally long heels were extremely uncomfortable, several times she lost her balance, but he supported her, not letting her fall. They climbed the stairs and passed through the corridor, they went out into the hall. All the windows were curtained, the chandelier under the ceiling burned half-heartedly, but gave enough light.
"Get on your knees," he ordered, leading her to a chair. By the fireplace, built into the wall nearby, the same ring hung on the wall as in the basement. Fastening the chain, lying by the fireplace, to Angela's collar, he fastened its other end to the ring and sat down in a chair.
While he was looking for the right story, switching the TV from channel to channel, she looked around. The hall gave the impression of a recently renovated, and the furniture - just bought. Everything is clean, tidy and comfortable. One of the walls was completely occupied by bookshelves. Under the window there is a comfortable desk with a computer turned on. In the corner there is a stereo combine, between it and the TV there is a coffee table. Everywhere - stacks of magazines, newspapers, CDs, but not a single plate with leftover food, a crumpled towel or shirt.
- Look here.
She shifted her gaze to the TV screen. Local news program. "... as the police just announced, the body of a woman found on the Whitestable coast on Tuesday was today identified as that of Angela Cole, age twenty, who lived on the outskirts of Ellingham." christmas with parents. The voice-over completed the sentence: "... it is assumed that due to depression caused by the loss of her job at the beginning of the month, the girl committed suicide ..." The announcer moved on to the next news. Turning off the TV, her captor turned triumphantly to Angela.
“It was the evening news,” he said with an expression, “are you sure?” You are officially dead.
His words became the straw that broke the back of the camel from the parable. Angela writhed, sobbing, on the floor at the feet of her new Master. After waiting a few minutes, he got up from his chair and left the room. When he returned, he placed a tray of food in front of the sobbing girl, and he placed a second tray with the same set of dishes in front of him. Chips, sausages, sauce. Angela calmed down a little, but continued to sob. He started eating.
- Eat before it gets cold. If you are a vegetarian, then you will have to wean yourself from this bad habit.
She shook her head dejectedly.
- Again. I am now your master, you are my slave. I feed and clothe you, and I don't even want to rape you... as you can see. All that is required of you is to obey me. Some housework, errands, this, that. And I'll take care of you. To be honest, I dreamed about it, and now the opportunity has turned up. What is done is done.
She began to eat, in the end, he was right, he did not want her to die, and if she obeys him in everything, then sooner or later she will have a chance to escape.
"So, you obey me?" Otherwise, I... might resell you. Like the Mexicans! They like white women...
It sounded like a threat, but maybe he was joking. Angela bowed her head in agreement.
- Good. Now the rules. From now on, you respond to the name "slave", Angela is dead, and officially. Second, you obey me unquestioningly and carry out my orders without hesitation. I will manage every aspect of your life. If I say "jump", you should jump. Clear?
She nodded again.
- Wonderful. Now I want to free you from latex so that you can fully enjoy your current state.
Unfastening the chain from the slave's collar, he led her upstairs to the bathroom. The corset, shoes and stockings were removed, and after them he began to cut the black latex. She felt the cool air touch her skin. Having made a vertical incision from the buttocks to the back of the head, he stopped.
- Like this. The bathroom is at your disposal for half an hour.
He left, closing the door behind him and locking it from the outside.
She continued the “destruction” of the costume he had begun, gradually freeing her body from the patches of latex. Very soon, she noticed tattoo patterns covering her from head to toe: “My God, he also got tattoos!”. Having completely cleansed her body, she stepped into the shower and washed herself thoroughly, ignoring the pain at the puncture sites.
After getting out of the shower, she dried herself with a towel and again began to examine her body in the mirror. There was no hair anywhere, not even stubble! Her body was covered with patterns, a fancy red color ornament was everywhere, including her face. The metal plates fit snugly over the ears, covering the "pussy", and at the back, as she felt, it housed a rather decent-sized anal plug. Between the buttocks could be seen a chain of not entirely clear purpose.
Hot water and soap accelerated the process of "absorption" of bio-adhesive, and the girl managed to free her fingers with difficulty, but the plates glued to the soles remained in place - the adhesive layer here was thicker. The plates still did not allow her to step on the entire foot, as if the shoes were still on her feet.
The door suddenly opened, from surprise the slave almost fell, bashfully hiding behind a towel.
- Lovely! You considered the new "additions" of your body. Don't be shy, I've seen it all before," he said, fastening the leash to his collar again.

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Leonardo da Vinci and his "Mona Lisa"

- Gioconda has eastern cheekbones. They are not really peculiar to Italian women. But, looking at you, I begin to believe in the Circassian version of the origin of Leonardo da Vinci's mother, because many historians say that the artist painted his famous Mona Lisa from her. You have the same ones, - Katerina Mactinti, PR director of the Leonardo da Vinci Museum in his hometown of Vinci, smiles at me.

I, a Circassian, came to an Italian town on vacation and simply could not help but visit the museum of the famous artist, scientist and inventor. After all, in my homeland, in Adygea, historians often argue who was Leonardo's mother - Italian or Circassian?

MONA LISA MYSTERY

For five centuries now, thanks to the genius of Leonardo da Vinci, there has been a work of art in the world that symbolizes the mystery of absolute femininity - a portrait of Mona Lisa. The artist painted it in oil on a poplar wood board in thin pictorial layers. The size of the painting is 76.8 by 53 centimeters, the strokes are so small and accurate that no modern technique can determine the number of layers. Moreover, she does not recognize traces of the artist's work at all. The impeccability of the technique confirms that Leonardo conveyed to the viewer the essence of the smile intended for him.

To reproduce the fleeting movement of female facial expressions, the artist invented a special technique "sfumato"- literally "disappearing like smoke." The technique works through subtle transitions of tones, masking clear contours and creating a lively interplay of light and shadow. Only scientists around the world are still arguing - who is the woman depicted in the portrait, the man-artist is?!

There are several versions of who is depicted in the portrait. According to one of them in the picture - the wife of the Florentine merchant Francesco del Giocondo Lisa Gherardini. At the same time, the only description of how the masterpiece was created belongs to da Vinci's contemporary, the artist and writer Giorgio Vasari: “Leonardo undertook to complete the portrait of Mona Lisa, his wife, for Francesco Giocondo, and, having labored for four years, left it unfinished. While painting the portrait, he kept people who played the lyre or sang, and there were always jesters who removed melancholy from her and supported gaiety. Because her smile is so pleasant.

Vasari wrote - people believed . But there are strong arguments that the portrait is another woman. It is not clear why, despite the fact that Francesco del Giocondo lived a long life, there is a mourning veil on the head of his wife? Secondly, if there was an order, why did the artist keep the painting with him all his life, and in 1516, moving from Italy to France under the auspices of King Francis I, did Leonardo take it with him? Why didn't he give the job to the customer? Another incomprehensible circumstance - Giorgio Vasari lived in the same era as Leonardo, but he was much younger than the genius. At the time when Leonardo died, Vasari was only 8 years old, so the degree of reliability of the statements of the writer Vasari is quite controversial.

But there were many opinions. For example, they said that Mona Lisa is both a self-portrait of Leonardo himself, and a portrait of his student, and just an ideal collective female image. There is a version that the portrait depicts the mother of Leonardo da Vinci. If this is so, then the woman in the famous painting could not have been born in Italy at all, but in Adygea. And to be more precise - in Circassia, of which it was a part. In 1452, Circassia represented almost all of the current North Caucasian Azov-Black Sea-Caspian intermarium - it was the territory of the modern Krasnodar and Stavropol territories, the republics of Adygea, Kabardino-Balkaria, Karachay-Cherkessia.

One of Leonardo's early biographers, known as the "Gaddian Anonymous" (his manuscript was kept in the Florentine Gaddi family and may have been written by one of the family members), writing around 1540, claimed that the artist's mother came from an aristocratic family, but was illegitimate.

Many historians believe that Leonardo is the illegitimate son of Sir Piero di Antonio da Vinci. His father was a notary who worked full-time in Florence. The profession has been inherited in the family since 1339. An entry in an old notarial book made by Leonardo's grandfather, Antonio, reads: “1452. My grandson was born to Sir Pierrot, my son, April 15, Saturday, at three o'clock in the morning. Got the name Leonardo.

But little is known about the mother of the talented inventor and artist Katerina. Although she was described as an exceptional beauty, but from a lower class of society. Sir Piero could not marry such a woman and Leonardo is his illegitimate child. But nevertheless, the boy was accepted into his family by his father, and Katerina was married to a family friend, Sir Piero di Antonio da Vinci. She married the potter Antonio di Piero Buti del Vacca.

Professor Emeritus of Art History at Oxford University, Martin Kemp, claims that Leonardo's mother Caterina di Meo Lippi was a peasant woman who lived with her grandmother in a dilapidated house a mile from Vinci.

Caterina di Meo Lippi, no matter how trite, sinned, says Martin Kemp. - Leonardo himself was born in Vinci, in the house of his grandfather Antonio, and not in a house in the village of Anchiano, three kilometers from the city, which is now officially called La casa natale di Leonardo and attracts tourists.

But about how Katerina's life ended, scientists learned from the diaries of Leonardo da Vinci himself. The master wrote that on July 16, 1493, his mother came to Florence to spend her last years in his house. She died there two years later.

DAUGHTER OF PRINCE AND ACTRESS

The famous American journalist and publicist Curtis Bill Pepper even devoted 15 years of his life to studying the biography of the artist and published the biographical novel Leonardo. In his book, he claims that the mother of Leonardo da Vinci was the Circassian slave Katerina.

Here is what he writes: “Mom loved Leonardo very much, she raised him until his father took his son to his house. Mother's name is Katerina, she is very beautiful. And her father had a lot of land and horses, and he is a Circassian prince. Lives on the Black Sea, behind a country called Greece. Katerina's father wanted a son, not a girl, and he sold his daughter as a slave to a banker from Florence. Where Katerina met Father Leonardo.

And since the artist’s father is from a noble family, and his mother is a slave, then the couple simply could not be together. At that time, it was not even discussed. Therefore, Katerina was married to a potter, and her father took her son to him. And since then, the child's mother has not been shown.

By the way, in his book Curtis Bill Pepper also cites the Circassian surname of Katerina's father and the eastern (possibly Arabic) surname of her mother: “Katerina's father was the son of the great Bahri Sultan Hajiy al-Muzafar. And he had no other title than Blanesh, which is translated from the Adyghe language as "brave knight." But among the people he was called Dzapsh, or Prince of Warriors, because of his battles against the Mongols in the North Caucasus. He had the pride and courage of a great prince. Katerina's mother worked as an actress and cabaret singer in Jaffa. She was very beautiful and her name was Hagar."

In his book, the American writer reports that little Katerina was sent to a convent. After all, the father wanted a boy and could not come to terms with the fact that the actress gave birth to a girl for him. Dzapsh himself was married to another woman, who, as Curtis Bill Pepper assures in his book, could poison her husband's mistress, Katerina's mother. The girl herself was first called Setenai, which means "beautiful flower", but after her mother stopped coming to her monastery, she was given the nickname Kan-tsik, as an adopted child. And then the girl was completely sold to the Genoese slave trader as a virgin princess in order to get more money.

According to Curtis Bill Pepper, Leonardo da Vinci was raised by his Italian stepmother, whom he loved dearly.

Circassian slaves are more expensive

But the Adyghe historian has a completely different version.

It is absolutely unknown with whom Leonardo spent his childhood - with his father or with his mother, - says historian Samir Hotkho. - Since Sigmund Freud, analyzing Leonardo's notes, came to the conclusion that in childhood he lacked the attention of his father. At the same time, all his life he demonstrated self-confidence and awareness of his extraordinary talent - traits that are uncharacteristic for children from an incomplete family.

The historian says that the mother of the genius Leonardo could well have come from Circassia - now Adygea.

In Circassia, during the last third of the 13th-14th centuries, the natives of ancient Liguria founded more than three dozen trading posts. At the northern borders of Circassia there was a powerful colony of the Venetians - Tana. The main export commodity that attracted the Italians was grain, says Samir Hotho. - But along the way, merchants did not miss the opportunity to acquire slaves. Circassian slaves cost much more than slaves of other nationalities, and their numbers were relatively small. Thus, the indication in Italian documents of the Circassian origin of the slave should be taken as highly accurate.

And his words even have historical confirmation - the medieval author Iris Origo even compiled a list of slaves sold in Florence from 1366 to 1397. It was in this period of time that the mother of the great inventor appeared in Italy. His papers indicate that among the slaves - 329 women, and only 28 - men, of which only four were over 16 years old.

And these data indicate that Circassian slaves were rare and, apparently, were expensive. Accordingly, they could not be confused with any of the other nations, Samir Hotkho is sure. - And after the capture of Kafa by the Ottomans in 1475, the communications of Europeans with the Black Sea basin were almost completely interrupted. The Black Sea turned into an inland lake of the Ottoman Empire for more than two centuries. But even in the 16th-17th centuries, European merchants and missionaries penetrated the Black Sea region. Therefore, some small number of natives of Circassia could find themselves in the countries of Western Europe in various ways. In addition, there was a constant opportunity for Europeans to acquire Circassian slaves on the Ottoman market. In the XIV-XV centuries. and later in Italy and Circassia, apparently, a significant number of representatives of mixed, Italian-Circassian origin lived. Moreover, this mixing was not always the result of the slave trade. So, in Matrega, in the west of Circassia (today it is the Temryuk district of the Krasnodar Territory) between 1419 and 1475, the Genoese-Circassian Gizolfi family ruled. The matrega was given as a dowry to the son-in-law of the powerful Circassian prince Berozok, Vikkenty de Gizolfi. Instead of a son, his father Simon was in charge of the city, and later Zakkaria de Gisolfi, the son of a Circassian princess, who was the grandson of Berozok and Simon, inherited power.

At that time, the slave trade for Italy was one of the most profitable items of "business" in the Caucasus. Slaves were sold and bought by everyone who had at least some kind of working capital: notaries, merchants, bakers, tailors, butchers.

In all historical documents, records of merchants, travelers, the fragility, harmony, grace of Circassian slaves are unambiguously described, which, in fact, was appreciated by buyers.

SO WHOSE WAS THE BOY?

It is widely known that the founder of the Medici dynasty Cosimo (an important statesman of Italy in the 15th century) had a son from a Circassian slave. At a time when the coast of Circassia was filled with merchants from Genoa, Cosimo de Medici bought a girl of Circassian origin named Maddalena from slave traders in the market in Venice. She began to serve in his house. Soon Maddalena had a son, Carlo, from Cosimo. And when the boy grew up, his father gave him a church career. Carlo Medici became archbishop and at the same time rector of two churches. And then he was appointed at first as the chief tax collector for the Pope in Tuscany, and soon as a nuncio - the diplomatic representative of the pope. And in 1463, Pope Pius II appointed Carlo Medici as the apostolic protonotary - the chief secretary of the highest court, this is the second person after the patriarch.

And the father of Leonardo da Vinci was the right hand of Cosimo de' Medici.

Thus, the mother of Leonardo da Vinci and the parent of Carlo de Medici came from a distant, but at the same time very well-known country to Italians, says Samir Hotho.

The version that Leonardo da Vinci's mother was a slave from the Middle East or North Africa is actively supported by the director of the Leonardo da Vinci Museum in his hometown, Alessandro Vezzosi.

I managed to find evidence that Piero da Vinci - Leonardo's father - had a slave brought to Tuscany from Istanbul, he says. - By the way, at that time slaves were often given the name Katerina. But no one has yet found a contract for the purchase of a slave that would accurately prove this version.

SPECIFICALLY

Professor of Anthropology and Linguistics, Advisor to Bill Clinton on the Caucasus John Colarusso:

I believe that the hypothesis that Leonardo da Vinci's mother was a Circassian "slave" could be true. A few years ago in Italy, I talked with a professor whose name, unfortunately, I will not name today. His profession is a clothing and textile historian. He said that the Genoese and Venetians brought many Circassians to Italy, where during the Renaissance they made special garments for the European nobility. A huge part of Italy, especially the west coast from Naples to Rome, was inhabited by Circassians. Since it was more economical than sailing to Circassia and buying clothes where silk arrived along the Great Silk Road. Instead, the Italians simply bought silk in Circassia, took slaves there, and they made clothes in Italy. Was the Mona Lisa a Circassian woman? She is somewhat similar. This is the same assumption as the others, but it explains the great care in painting the portrait.

Gioconda is my mistress

The full name of the masterpiece in Italian is Ritratto di Monna Lisa del Giocondo, which translates as: portrait of Mona Lisa del Giocondo. The female name Monna Lisa del Giocondo corresponds to: Ma donna Lisa del Giocondo. In Italian, Ma Donna means "my lady", in an abbreviated version, this expression was transformed into Monna or Mona. The second part of the name of Donna and the name of the painting, which is considered the surname of her husband - del Giocondo in Italian also has a direct meaning and translates as "cheerful, playing" and, accordingly, la Gioconda - "cheerful, cheerful, playing."