Many family patriarchs soon realized that having a young woman in the house who was basically required to do whatever you told her to do was an irresistible target for grotesque sexual assault. Make the fire, fix the breakfast, wash the dishes, do the father. Then, once you both made it out and into the icy wastelands, this sorry dupe became an unwitting slaughter animal, much like an actual cow.Ĭinderelly, Cinderelly, night and day, it's Cinderelly. We're referring, of course, to a korova: some simple-hearted, trusting (and preferably chubby) fellow inmate whom you invited to join your escape. While they couldn't exactly pack a boxed lunch for their escape, they could pack something even more nourishing that - best of all! - didn't even need to be carried. Resourceful inmates soon had a splendid solution for this, however. So even if you didn't get shot by snipers or torn apart by dogs while trying to escape, you would still wind up dying of exposure or starvation somewhere in the Siberian tundra like Jack Nicholson in The Shining. The problem with escape, beyond somehow getting past all the armed guards, was the fact that most of these camps were located out in the middle of frozen fucking nowhere. The point is, anyone stuck in these camps was probably thinking about escape more than half of the time. "Didn't you guys round-up like a billion Japanese people? Glass houses, comrade."
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