Father-in-law and daughter-in-law stories. An intimate relationship between father-in-law and daughter-in-law - shocking customs in Rus'

At first, I couldn’t get enough of my mother-in-law. She treated me like her own daughter - it seemed that I had found a second mother. But then her obsessive friendship and desire to control me began to irritate me. By the way, my husband was on my side.

When I met Boris, I was in seventh heaven. Smart, handsome, intelligent guy, also caring and gentle. He earned good money as a leading manager in his father's thriving construction company.

Sometimes I even wondered why this wonderful young man paid attention to such a gray mouse like me. But, naturally, she kept such thoughts to herself and did not voice them.

Our first timid dates gradually grew into a stormy, dizzying romance with grandiose plans for our future life together. And one day Borya invited me to his place to introduce me to his parents.

Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law - a story from life

Seeing this house (no, not a house, but a house!), I opened my mouth with amazement and delight. The luxurious two-story mansion made an indelible impression.

Oh wow! - she gasped, looking around at the huge, well-groomed garden stretching off into the distance with perfectly evenly trimmed bushes, the intricate milky stucco on the walls and the luxurious front porch. The heavy, imposing door slowly opened, and a beautiful, slender woman in elegant clothes appeared on the threshold of the house. She extended her thin hand to me, covered with a light tan.

“Hello, Nadenka,” said Boris’s mother. - I'm Karina. Glad to meet you.

I hastily closed my mouth, afraid of blurting out something wrong and seeming like a naive fool, and vigorously shook my narrow palm.
“Wow, what a strong handshake,” she smiled. - Uncharacteristic of a girl... You probably go in for sports?
- A little. Aerobics, fitness. “Mainly to keep myself in shape,” I answered her straight away.

To put it mildly, I lied. I didn’t have enough money for paid classes. Therefore, the matter was limited to banal exercises in the morning and free jogging in the park.

Commendable,” Karina nodded. “I would like to know as much as possible about you,” she turned to her son: “Borenka, take the guest into the house.”
“Of course,” Borya grabbed my arm.

After a couple of minutes, I felt like Cinderella, for the first time in my life, in the royal palace. After all, the future mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were from different worlds. My thrift store clothes were clearly not for such splendor. Unlike my lover and his parents, I also did not differ in refined manners.

And what kind of manners can there be if my mother sells fruits and vegetables at the market, and my father was a simple worker at a factory (he died many years ago). We are as close to the aristocrats as to the sky. Perched on the edge of a chair, I fiddled with a handkerchief in my hands and confusedly talked about my life.

Periodically, nausea crept up my throat, and I was on the verge of losing consciousness from tension and excitement,
- School... College... Work... Nothing interesting...
- So after college you didn’t go to college?
“No...” I squeezed out, feeling another attack of faintness. And then she started chattering, explaining: “You see, I thought that I definitely wouldn’t get it on the budget.” But there is no money to study in a paid department. What is mom's salary in the market? Pennies... It only allows you to make ends meet. So I work to save money for my studies.

Of all this, the only truth was that I worked. About the institute - a lie. I actually didn’t think about further studies at all until today.
-Where do you work? - asked Karina.
- In the shop. “A salesperson,” she whispered, looking down. I was afraid to raise my head so as not to see the contemptuous look of my future mother-in-law. But contrary to my expectation, she suddenly clasped her hands and exclaimed, turning to her husband.
- You see, Gennady, how smart Nadyusha is! Independent, responsible! Not like these modern frivolous girls. They dress up so much that it’s scary to look at... All they know is to run around nightclubs...

“So I’m not modern? - I got worried. - Is this condemnation or approval? Judging by the tone, it’s more like approval,” and, having come to this conclusion, she exhaled with relief.

After the introductory small talk, everyone went to the dining room. We dined at a long table covered with a snow-white, hand-embroidered tablecloth. Although we had lunch - this, of course, is a strong word. I didn’t eat anything for fear of mixing up the cutlery.

She returned home only in the evening, thoughtful and silent.

“Tell me how it all went,” my mother demanded.
“It seems normal,” she shrugged. - Borya’s parents treated me kindly. Although compared to them I am a beggar,” she grinned. - They don't have money. There are already four cars in the garage, can you imagine?
- So what? Just think, cars... Wealth is not the most important thing. If only you and Borya loved each other.
“Well, that’s not the main thing...” she drawled, not agreeing.
- Yes. Not important! - the parent stood her ground. - Your father and I were happy without any millions.
“And with millions you would be even happier,” I couldn’t help but fake it.
- Nadya, do you really think so? - she clucked like a hen. - Did I teach you this?
“Mom, I was joking, calm down,” she waved it off cheerfully.

Material wealth has never been considered a special value in our family. Despite the rather mundane profession of a salesperson, my mother lived in some special illusory world and constantly regaled me with beautiful phrases about soul, kindness, selflessness and forgiveness.
- I wonder if Boris’s parents expressed a desire to meet me? - Mom asked.
- They said it, but what... A gala reception is scheduled for next weekend in honor of Borya and I’s engagement. Naturally, you are invited too.
- Reception? - Mom said. - Well, it’s necessary... I’ve never been to any receptions in my life.
“You’ll be there,” I said.

In the middle of the week, the groom informed me that his mother wanted to meet me on Friday evening.
“We were going to the cinema,” I reminded.
“We’ll go another time,” he responded nonchalantly.

I didn't like it too much. Still, I was somehow already in the mood for romance, for furtive kisses in the last row. Does he cancel a date to please his mom? But why?
- Bor, listen, maybe I’d better meet her on Thursday? - she suggested carefully. - I just have a free day...

Nadya, since mom said Friday, it means Friday,” Boris answered. -Are you upset? Do not pout…
- Yes, I’m not sulking, I just wanted to spend the evening with you.
“We still have so many evenings ahead—we can’t count them,” he pulled me towards him, buried his nose in my hair, and I immediately melted, pressing my cheek tightly against his chest.
- Well, so, honey, agreed?
- Yeah... By the way, what does your mother want from me? - asked.
- I don’t really know... Like, go to the store together.
- For what? - I threw my head back and looked into his face.
- As far as I understand, she is going to buy some new clothes and seems to want to consult with you.
- Wow! - I was happy. - So she thinks I have good taste? Cool! Does your mother dress in boutiques? Oh, there are such chic things there, but they are scary expensive.
“Nadyukha,” Borya rolled his eyes painfully, “I have no idea where mom gets dressed.” I'm not interested. Ask her yourself if this worries you.
“I won’t ask her anything,” she shrugged, “otherwise she’ll decide that I’m a stupid motherfucker.”

Boris laughed and jokingly poked me in the side.
- Well, that’s what you said - dammit. I had fun.
To be honest, I was very flattered that Karina decided to take me as an adviser, so all the resentment towards Borya immediately evaporated. After all, establishing a good relationship with his mother is now perhaps the most important task. It’s nice, damn it, when the mother of your loved one considers you a friend; mother-in-law and daughter-in-law should become friends!

Oh, what a Friday it was! Trips to expensive stores, where I didn’t even dare to look before. Helpful to the point of impossibility saleswomen, price tags on which, as in that joke, either the price is indicated or a telephone number. Kareena chose an elegant beige top with shiny gold thread. She twirled in front of the mirror and said:
- I'll wear it to your engagement party. And I have a matching white gold necklace on my neck. What do you say?
“I’ll say that you will be the most beautiful,” I complimented.
- You should be the most beautiful, my dear. This is your holiday after all.

I sighed, thinking that it was unlikely that I would look decent in my only dress-up suit, bought at a sale last year. Coming out of the fitting room, Karina casually handed a top to the saleswoman who flew up.
- I'll take this thing.

I moved towards the checkout, but my future mother-in-law called out to me: “Let’s take a look.”
She focused her attention on a dark dress with original sleeves. Simple, but very cute.
- What do you think? - asked me. - In my opinion, nothing.
“Cute,” I nodded.

In fact, the dress seemed a little gloomy to me, probably because of the color, but I didn’t dare contradict Karina. “Come on, try it on,” she said in an orderly tone.
- I?! But why? - Even her eyes widened in surprise.
- I want to see from the outside how it looks.
“You see, you and I have different figures, so you don’t have to navigate…” I began to babble.
- To the fitting room! - Karina said indisputably. I had to obey. I won't say that the dress was bad, just not quite to my taste.

Great! Let's take it.
- Just like that? And you don't even try it on?
- Not necessary.
- What if it doesn’t fit well on you?
- It doesn't matter. I'm not going to wear it.

I blinked in confusion.

“You will wear this dress to the engagement party,” she said.
- What? - I was taken aback. - But I... I... didn’t think...
- There's nothing to think about.
- But this dress costs more than my monthly salary.
- Doesn't matter. I'm buying it. Because I want you to look great at the reception.

Instead of objecting and admitting that I didn’t like the dress, I was full of gratitude, remembering that my mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were now like members of the same family. Then we taxied to a small restaurant for a bite to eat. I only wanted to order myself a cup of coffee, but Karina said that it was unhealthy and took us a glass of freshly squeezed juice. When I saw how much it cost, I felt sick. But my future mother-in-law was paying the bill, so I decided not to bother.

In general, as far as I understood, she was obsessed with the idea of ​​​​healthy eating.
- No meat, only fish! She is very helpful! - Karina spoke convincingly. - And also various salads with olive oil. This is my usual menu.

I almost blurted out that I liked pork chops and chicken wings, but I caught myself in time.
- You support my views, don’t you?
“Totally and completely,” I smiled obsequiously.

There was no reason to upset Borya's mother.

Fine! I hope that through joint efforts we will re-educate our men too,” she winked.
- In what sense? - I did not understand.
- In direct. My husband and son still cannot understand that a person is, in essence, what he eats. They throw all kinds of garbage into themselves, swallow whatever they can. I'm already tired of fighting this! - she
rolled her eyes. - And now I have a soul mate. Together we are strong.
- Yeah, the force, that’s for sure, agreed out of politeness.

Then Karina began to talk about miraculous enemas, and I almost vomited the priceless juice. But I restrained myself and only nodded, so as not to offend my boyfriend’s mother. It was very important for me to win her sympathy.

The reception in honor of Borya and I’s engagement went great (except for the fact that the tables were filled with wholesome “nasties”). Karina did not leave me a single step, introduced me to all the guests, and chirped tirelessly, extolling my virtues to the skies. I won't lie, I was pleased.

The only thing was that I felt awkward in the new dress (well, I don’t like such a dark color!), but otherwise everything went more than fine. I didn’t even notice that my mother stood modestly on the sidelines all evening, not talking to anyone.

And the next day, sharing the most intimate things with mommy in our small kitchen, I happily tweeted:
- Borya’s parents promised to give us an apartment for the wedding! God, I can't believe this is possible!
- Isn't the gift too expensive? - said mom.
- Ma, if they can afford it, why not?
- Well, I don’t know... It seems to me, Nadyusha, that this is too much...
“Oh, stop it, mommy,” I waved him off. “And after the painting, Boris and I will go on our honeymoon.” Do you know where? Guess! At least try!
- I have no idea. Maybe to Turkey? Or to Egypt?
- No, no and NO! A week in Italy... - I spread my arms dreamily. - And a week in Paris! It's like a fairytale!
- The main thing is that the fairy tale does not end quickly.
- It won't end. Karina said that we are going to Haute Couture Week in Paris. Let's go to the shows.
“Wait,” Mom frowned. - Which side did your precious Karina end up there?
“She’s coming with us,” I said.
- Seriously? Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law? On a honeymoon?! Oh well…

To be honest, I myself was shocked when I heard this news. But Karina presented compelling arguments: they say, under no circumstances should you miss the opportunity to attend a high fashion show. Who should you go there with if not her?
- Mom, I don’t understand what you don’t like. Let him go. Borya and I will stay in the honeymoon room, and she will stay in the room next door. What problems?
- Yes, none. If this doesn't bother you...
- Your decadent mood confuses me! Your daughter is getting married, but you don’t see anything joyful on your face.

The preparations for the wedding turned out to be no less grandiose than the celebration itself. Borina's parents covered all expenses. My mother contributed all her savings, but they were just a drop in the ocean.
Feeling obligated, I tried not to argue with Karina. She agreed to the outfit that she liked. She allowed herself to be persuaded into a hat with a veil, although she had always dreamed of a long white veil. The future mother-in-law even came with us to choose wedding rings!

My mother looked at the current state of affairs with bewilderment bordering on dissatisfaction.
- Nadya, you always had your own opinion on any matter, stop following Karina’s lead!
Deep down, of course, I agreed with her. But she didn’t say this out loud, but pretended to be content and happy.

Stop pitting me against my mother-in-law! - I told my mother. - I will have the wedding I dreamed of!
- You will have the wedding that Borya’s mother dreamed of.
In general, this is exactly what happened. But I wasn’t upset, I understood that in any case, Karina was making every effort, and for the sake of Borya and me.
“It’s just a wedding,” she repeated to herself. - Let him do as he wants, I don’t mind. Then everything will be different."

I returned from my honeymoon, exhausted by the constant presence of my mother-in-law. For the first time, thoughts appeared that it was time to put an end to her obsessive friendship.
- Now let’s start buying an apartment! - the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law solemnly announced, that is, I was speechless. - Which area would you like?
“Oh, I don’t even know,” she was confused. - The main thing is that the apartment is warm and cozy. Well, we don’t need a big one, there’s no need!
-What do you mean “don’t need a big one”?! - she was indignant. - And when the children go, where will they play? I think there should be at least four rooms, and even better - five.
- But why so much?
- Don't argue, I know better. Starting tomorrow we will start going to viewings. I already called the realtor.
- I can’t do it tomorrow. Only in the evening. My vacation is over, it's time to go to work.
- What job?! In the shop? Haven't you quit yet?
- Why on earth should I quit?
“It wasn’t enough to disgrace our family and stand behind the counter!” And then, Borechka is able to support her family. Am I right, Boris? Am I right?
- Of course, you’re right, mommy! - He hugged his mother by the shoulders.

And I again followed their lead. She obediently wrote a statement of her own free will.
Despite the fact that we went together to choose housing, Karina was not particularly interested in my opinion. She was guided solely by her own taste. And, of course, I didn’t disagree again.

Is it possible to express dissatisfaction if you are presented with such an expensive gift? In addition, I received an envelope with a certain amount “for furniture and trinkets.” I have never held such money in my hands...

But my life, under the strict guidance of my mother-in-law, changed dramatically. Pleasing my mother-in-law, my daughter-in-law began to dance to her tune... Together with her, we prepared healthy dishes (and I wanted fried potatoes!), drank freshly squeezed juice in the morning (without coffee, I was simply dying!) , regularly visited the hairdresser and cosmetics shop (because her son’s wife had to look good), went shopping (but she was not allowed to meet with her friends, it was “a shame to waste time”).

The most terrible evenings were: my husband, father-in-law and mother-in-law went either to a restaurant or to some reception. I already forgot when I spent time alone with Borya!

Rebellious feelings were brewing in me. Of course, if you look from the outside, everything seems to be in chocolate, there’s nothing to complain about. But in reality, I was ready to explode and ruin my relationship with Borya’s mother.

“You are a real treasure,” Karina repeated, which instantly disarmed me. - Sweet, obedient, pretty. I'm glad Borenka is so lucky.

“How will you sing if I stop giving in and start defending my point of view?” - I thought more and more often. One day my mother-in-law gave me a book about cleansing the body. And a couple of days later I asked: “Have you read it?”
“Well, of course,” I lied. - Very informative.
- In that case, we will fast together. I didn't expect such a turn.
“This is not for me,” she objected softly. - Just thinking about an empty stomach causes cramps.

The smile on her face instantly faded.
“I just don’t have the willpower,” I added.
“I’ll follow you,” the mother-in-law did not give up.
- No, really, I can’t cope with such a test.
“Well,” she stood up. - If you don't want to be healthy, that's your business. Although I thought you were smarter...

When my mother-in-law left, I felt remorse. At least run after her, apologize and agree to this crazy idea of ​​fasting. But I didn't run. How long can you pretend to be an easy-going motherfucker?

And the last straw that overflowed the cup of my patience was the questions about my intimate life with Borya.

“I’ve been wanting to ask you for a long time,” Karina began one day without a shadow of embarrassment. -Are you protecting yourself? “We’re talking about contraception,” she explained, seeing my elongated face. “I’ve been thinking about this often lately and decided that it’s too early for you to have a child.”
- Well... - I hesitated. - We haven't talked about children yet.
- Right! Enjoy your youth and freedom. The whole world is open to you. I have always loved traveling, now four of us can travel together. Because with Gennady on trips you can die of boredom.

I was dumbfounded. I've had enough of my honeymoon with my mother-in-law! She doesn't understand what's in the way?
I went to my mother to seek salvation,

What should I do? - she asked. - She's already sick of me! It seems that she wants the best, but this kindness of hers stands in the throat. And you can’t object, you understand?! I can barely contain myself anymore.
- What does Borya say about this? - Mom asked.
- Nothing! He's at work all day. It’s mostly me who has to communicate with his mommy.
- You can go back to work too.
- But I have enough money...
- And you don’t go to work for money, but to feel like a person, and not just a beautiful doll. Well, you will see your mother-in-law less often.

I can’t imagine what she’ll say if I mention work.” She winced as if she had a toothache.
“Nadya, this is your life, not hers,” my mother reminded. “Sometimes I get the impression that you are married to Karina, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law are a married couple,” she joked.
“You know, me too,” she mumbled in response. Of course, my barely audible squeak about going to work was drowned in the quiet (my upbringing does not allow me to shout), but murderous anger of my mother-in-law.

Don't you have anything to do?! - she hissed, turning white. - Look, the apartment is half empty, the furniture has not been bought yet, who should build the family nest?
“I will,” she hastily agreed.
- Here you go. I would help you, but we are just organizing a meeting of classmates, so I will be busy.
“It’s okay,” I barely hid my joy. - I can handle it myself, I assure you! - After a short silence, I timidly, but firmly enough, said: “And when I finish arranging the apartment, I’ll immediately return to work.”

“We’ll see,” the mother-in-law said evasively. - Anything can happen in life. It is unknown what will happen tomorrow...

I devoted the next week to furniture stores. The prices were just crazy. But since I didn’t need to save, I very quickly bought everything I liked. And the apartment finally turned into a real cozy family nest.

Nadyukha, I like it so much! - Borya admired.
But Karina, to put it mildly, did not approve of the new furniture.
“I don’t know how you could choose such a color,” she shook her head. - It's dark, like a cellar.
“This is intimate,” Borya joked to defuse the situation.
- Intimacy should be in the bedroom. What's with that creepy kitchen buffet? Antique, right? This is no longer fashionable!
“I didn’t chase fashion,” I flushed, “I bought what I liked.” This is our home.
“The house is yours, but the money is ours,” the mother-in-law said coldly. And I was forced to bite my tongue.

The next morning I called my former boss to find out if she would take me back. Fortunately, it turned out that there was a vacancy. Before I had time to hang up, the phone rang.
- Nadenka? “I made an appointment for you and me for a manicure at twelve,” my mother-in-law said.
- Unfortunately, it won't work. I'm going back to work.
“Hope,” said Karina. - Don't do anything stupid. You're not going to stand behind the counter and serve customers, are you? If you are so eager to work, I will tell my husband to take you to his construction company.
- But I don’t understand construction.
- So what? But you will be under the supervision of both Gennady and Borenka. And we will give you a good salary.

“I don’t need to “set” anything! - I mentally exploded. “And I can earn money myself!”

I believe that a husband and wife cannot work together. Professional activities should not be mixed with personal ones, otherwise company affairs will be discussed at home,” she said into the phone.
- Nonsense! - Karina snapped. - These are just ridiculous inventions!

To avoid conflict, I tried to joke:
- I don’t want Boris to boss me around.
It seemed to me that I expressed my opinion clearly and clearly, so I was very surprised when a day later my husband asked:
-Have you really decided to work in our company?
- What? Why do you think so? - I instantly tensed.
“Mom said,” he pulled me towards him. - This is good. I see you so rarely, at least we’ll be together more often.
- You think? - pressed herself to her native shoulder.
- Well, of course. Besides, I trust you, I know you won’t let me down.
“I don’t know what to say,” I thought about his words.
- No need to say anything. My father is also in favor.
-Have you already discussed this with him? Without even getting my consent? What if I refuse?
- But mom said you want to work.
- I want... But... Everything turned out this way... Unexpectedly...
- In short, if you decide, I’ll get up at eight tomorrow.

I once again made a compromise. But as soon as I got into the swing of things, I discovered that... I was pregnant!
“Borya, we will have a child,” she told her husband.
- Super! - he screamed in delight. - I'll be a father!

Borya's parents were also happy. Even my mother-in-law, although earlier she persistently advised me to postpone motherhood.
“Don't worry about anything,” she said. - We will help you. Tomorrow I will make an appointment for you to see my gynecologist.
- But I’ve already been to the doctor. At our local clinic.
- In a free consultation? Do you want to save money on a child?! I can afford to find the best doctor for my daughter-in-law and grandson.

I had to agree. Why ruin the relationship if the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law are happy with the expectation of the baby. Karina accompanied me every time I visited the gynecologist. I didn’t listen to any objections. She said that taking care of her grandson is her main responsibility. She also insisted that I leave work without waiting for maternity leave. I didn’t even imagine that I would again be captivated by good intentions.

But now she had a weighty argument - her grandson, his health, and I reluctantly obeyed the whims of my mother-in-law. A month before Borina's expected birth, Borina's parents brought a bright blue stroller.
- Most expensive! - Karina boasted.
I gritted my teeth and didn’t admit that I had my eye on someone else for a long time. My mother-in-law interpreted my facial expression in her own way:
- I know that buying in advance is a bad omen, but we, modern people, do not suffer from superstitions.
“Still, I ask you not to buy anything else until the baby is born,” I said as calmly as possible.
“We’ll see...” the mother-in-law responded nonchalantly.

My request was blatantly ignored. Even before giving birth, the closet was filled with baby things.
“I came to an agreement with everyone at the maternity hospital,” said Karina. - Of course, I paid a lot, but I don’t mind anything for my grandson. The birth took place without any complications. On time, I gave birth to a healthy toddler weighing four kilograms. Soon I was discharged.

We were met at home by... Karina.

“Usi-pusi,” she cooed. - What a handsome man! A copy of Boryusechka as a child. Oh, you are my sunshine, my Bogdanchik.

I looked expressively at my husband.
- Mom, what kind of Bogdanchik? - He understood my point of view correctly.
- We have already chosen a name.
- What do you mean you chose? And they didn’t consult me?
“Mom, but actually we are the parents,” Borya noted.
- And I am a grandmother! - my mother-in-law retorted.
- Yes. Your grandson's name is Nikolai.
-Are you crazy? Also call Vasya!

I struggled with a frantic desire to send her away. But my beloved husband controlled himself.
- Nikolay - very original and extraordinary. You can call him in the French manner - Nicolas.

My mother-in-law liked this option.

“Nicolas,” she tried the sound. - Not bad.
“That’s good,” Boris nodded. - And everyone is happy.

We won a small victory. But... My mother-in-law decided that I was too young and inexperienced, and came to us often.
“Nicolas, look at this little rattle,” she sang, bending over the crib. - Will you go to grandma's arms?
“He’ll get used to the hands and get spoiled,” I noted.
- Let him get used to it. That's what grandma is for, to spoil her. I endured, counting to myself to one hundred so as not to break down.
- And now we are giving our boy a bath, because mommy is still weak. Yes? Yes? - she lisped.
- I can handle it myself.
- Rest, my dear, I’ll take care of everything.

My irritation was about to spill over, so I gathered my strength for a serious conversation.

You see, Karina, the thing is... - I began hesitantly. - You are too protective of us. “I would prefer that you warn me in advance about your visits,” she blurted out the sore point.
- Am I interfering?!
“No, Lord, of course not,” she babbled. “But I would like to somehow restore order, tidy up the apartment, and not accept you in such a mess,” she turned away.
“Thank God, you yourself raised this topic,” she perked up. - My opinion is this: it is necessary to hire a housekeeper.
- Well, yes, that’s all we needed! - I exclaimed.
- And what? All my friends have housekeepers. And Alevtina cleans my house twice a week.
- I can take care of the house myself!

Yes?” She pointedly looked around. - It’s just your imagination, darling. Tomorrow I will send Alevtina to you.
“Let’s call the cook,” I said sarcastically.
- Cooks? - my mother-in-law took my words at face value. - No problem. I’ll talk to my friends, maybe they’ll give me some advice...
- Karina, I was joking!
“My dear, in every joke, you know...” she remarked thoughtfully. And already at the door, throwing a fur stole over her shoulders, she said: “And we also need to find a good nanny.” I looked into her eyes, hoping it was humor. But, alas...
“Housekeeper, cook, nanny…” I listed. - All that remains is to hire a woman who will perform marital duties instead of me.
“Nadya,” Karina pursed her lips, “aren’t you ashamed?” I try, but you are always unhappy with everything. And this is instead of gratitude!
- I’m very grateful to you, really! But why hire all these women? What will I do in this case?
“At least you’ll start looking after yourself,” she looked at me with an arrogant look. - A woman should always look great. And you? Look at you... Motherhood is motherhood, but those sweatpants are stretched out at the knees, those T-shirts are stained... Fi!

I have never been humiliated like that before. Yes, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law looked different...

Don’t be offended, my dear, but think about what I told you,” she finally said.

The resentment spilled out into angry tears. As if sensing my mood, Kolenka woke up and cried. I calmed my son down, fed him, changed the diaper, wrapped the baby in a warm blanket and... went to complain to my mother. She listened to my lamentations, thought and said:

You're like Don Quixote - you fight windmills.
-You mean to no avail? I understand this myself. But I don't know what to do.
- Talk to your husband. He probably doesn't know what's going on.
“I don’t know,” she agreed. “I try not to burden him with my domestic problems.”
- These are not your personal problems, but your common ones. Therefore, my advice to you is to enlist the support of Boris. Or at least find out what he thinks about it. Maybe he's on his mother's side.

But my husband decided to support my point of view.
- Nadyushka, I also don’t really like the fact that my mother dictates her terms to us and gives us valuable instructions. But I kept quiet, I thought everything suited you.
- Not satisfied!
- So, we will build our family as we see fit. Don't want a housekeeper? Well, it is not necessary! I'll be home on Saturday to help clean up. And it’s okay if you don’t have time to cook dinner. I understand everything, Kolya requires attention. When I come home from work, I’ll whip up something myself, it’s not hard for me.
“Bor, I love you so much,” she hugged her husband.

Having learned that, against her will, I was refusing to hire hired workers, my mother-in-law was offended and did not communicate with me for two whole weeks. I never even stopped by to see my grandson. She didn’t know that I had made another epoch-making decision - to go to work. I discussed this with Borya and explained that I wanted to communicate with people and develop somehow.
“I don’t mind,” said the husband. - But what about Kolya? It’s probably too early to send him to kindergarten.
- What a kindergarten, the child is still small.
- Then we need to come up with some way out.
“I’ve already thought of it,” she said in a boastful tone.
- Seriously? Enlighten. I suppose you settled on a nanny?
“Nope,” she smiled radiantly. - I’ll try to come to an agreement with my mother, she just retired. I’ll take Kolenka to her in the morning and pick her up in the evening.
- Don’t you want to connect my mom?
- Yours? - she repeated, surprised. - I somehow didn’t even think about this. But it's worth a try.

My mommy was extremely happy when I said that I was going to entrust her with my grandson.
- What happiness! - she clasped her hands. - Nadya, I’m ready to sit with him on weekends!
“This is only if my husband and I feel the urge to retire for a romantic weekend,” I giggled.
- Have as much privacy as you want! - Mom exclaimed.
- Actually, I still need to talk to Karina. You see, she is exactly the same grandmother as you. And he probably also wants to look after his grandson.
- Clear. “I’m being crossed out,” my mother smiled bitterly.
- Nothing like this. I’ll just find out what she thinks about this, and, most likely, Nikolai will be with you for a week, and Karina for another week. So that no one is offended by anyone. Otherwise, all we missed was the grandmothers’ war over their beloved grandson.

But my mother-in-law, after listening to me, became furious, immediately realizing that everything was being started so that I could go to work.
- What kind of work if you don’t have enough time for a hairdresser?
- Karina, let me decide for myself...
- Decide! Cheers! How much will fit! - she screamed like a market woman, where all the gloss had gone. - But remember, we won’t help you in any way! We won't give you a penny! Just know it! She was eager to work!

She was indignant until the heavy front door slammed behind Kolya and me.
Now in my perception this luxurious oak door has become a kind of symbol. Everything that happened was left behind her, there, in the past. And a new happy life awaits me ahead!

I finally went to work. My mother-in-law declared a cold war on me. The father-in-law whispered in confidence: “Don’t worry about it, she’ll go crazy.” I smiled. But the smile was not very cheerful. It is unpleasant when there is conflict in the family.

A couple of weeks have passed. And yesterday my mother made me promise to remain silent (at least for the time being) and shared a secret:
- Today Karina came. She misses her grandson. Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law should be friends!

I instantly felt better - as if a heavy stone had been lifted from my soul. I realized that very soon everything would be settled, and no one would be offended by anyone.

Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law - a story from life

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I didn’t dare to write to you for a long time, but I no longer have the strength to keep it all to myself. I have a very difficult situation: my father-in-law is not indifferent to me. I can’t tell my husband because I’m afraid of ruining their already difficult relationship.

Igor Ivanovich divorced Seryozha’s mother a long time ago and moved to another city. But he called his son back and sent gifts. After college, my Sergei found an interesting job exactly where his father lived. And since he never married, he settled with him. Igor Ivanovich was completely devoted to his work and did not even devote much time to Sergei. The son, who suffered as a child due to the absence of his father, was very depressed by this.

When Seryozha and I got married, naturally, we didn’t have our own place to live; his father offered to live with him temporarily.

At first everything was great. We didn't interfere with each other. Igor Ivanovich disappeared at work, often came at night when we were already asleep, and left early in the morning.

But over time, Sergei sometimes needed to go on business trips. And here something strange began. Igor Ivanovich came home from work early, supposedly so that I wouldn’t get bored alone. He brought sweets, delicacies, and gifts. In the morning he drove me to work, met me in the evening and drove me home.

In the car, he seemed to accidentally try to touch my knee, this really embarrassed me. I felt that all this was not very similar to the relationship between father-in-law and daughter-in-law.

I was happy when we bought our own apartment and moved to the other end of the city; it was often inconvenient for Igor Ivanovich to visit us. My husband was upset, I was happy. But, as it turned out, it was premature.

Soon I became pregnant, my father-in-law began to shower me with gifts - clothes for pregnant women, shoes, baby things. Sergei was glad that my future grandfather was so attentive to me, but I knew what was going on. Once again, giving me a dress, he certainly said how sexy and attractive pregnant women are.

We have a boy. Grandfather began to come to us every day, and always in Sergei’s absence. Either we would “accidentally” bump into each other at the door, or, as if by accident, his foot would touch mine under the table, well, you understand. I don’t know where to go from him, but he seems to enjoy my embarrassment.

On my last birthday, he actually gave me some pretty intimate lingerie, but I didn’t accept the gift. I can't be alone with him for a minute. Every time he comes, I quickly pack up the child and go for a walk. And sometimes I don’t open the door at all, it’s like we’re not there. But this cannot go on for long. And the main thing I’m afraid of is that Sergei doesn’t find out. I don't want to hurt him. I love him so much...What should I do?

Pauline

In Rus' in the old days there were such shocking customs that now make you feel uneasy. And for some you can easily get a criminal sentence, writes UKROP with reference to ostrnum.com.

Here are seven of the strangest rituals, especially affecting women and children.

Daughtership

This neutral word was used to describe sexual intercourse between father-in-law and daughter-in-law.

Not that it was approved, but it was considered a very minor sin. Often fathers married their sons at 12-13 years old to girls 16-17 years old. In the meantime, the guys were catching up with their young wives in development, dad was working off conjugal duties for them.

A completely win-win option was to send my son to work for six months, or even better, to the army for twenty years. Then the daughter-in-law, remaining in her husband’s family, had practically no chance of refusing her father-in-law. If she resisted, she did the hardest and dirtiest work and put up with the constant nagging of the “starshak” (as the head of the family was called). Nowadays law enforcement agencies would talk to the senior leader, but then there was nowhere to complain.

Sin of the dump

Nowadays this can only be seen in special films, mainly made in Germany. And before this was done in Russian villages on Ivan Kupala.

This holiday combines pagan and Christian traditions. So, after dancing around the fire, the couples went to look for fern flowers in the forest. Just so you understand, fern does not bloom, it reproduces by spores. This is only an excuse for young people to go into the forest and indulge in carnal pleasures. Moreover, such connections did not oblige either boys or girls to anything.

Gasky

This custom, which can also be called a sin, is described by the Italian traveler Roccolini. All the youth of the village gathered in the big house.

They sang and danced in the light of a torch. And when the torch went out, they indulged in blind lovemaking with the one who happened to be nearby. Then the torch was lit, and the fun and dancing continued again. And so on until dawn. That night when Roccolini got on the Gasky, the torch went out and came on five times. Whether the traveler himself participated in the Russian folk ritual, history is silent.

Overbaking

This ritual has nothing to do with sex, you can relax.

It was customary to “over-bake” a premature or weak child in an oven. Not into kebab, of course, but rather into bread. It was believed that if the baby was not “prepared” in the womb, then it was necessary to bake it yourself. To gain strength and get stronger.

The baby was wrapped in a special rye dough prepared in water. Only the nostrils were left to breathe. They tied him to a bread shovel and, saying secret words, sent him into the oven for some time. Of course, the oven was not hot, but warm. No one was going to serve the child to the table. They tried to burn away diseases with this ritual.

Scaring pregnant women

Childbirth in Rus' was treated with special trepidation. It was believed that at this moment the child passes from the world of the dead to the world of the living. The process itself is already difficult for a woman, and the midwives tried to make it completely unbearable.

A specially trained grandmother positioned herself between the legs of the woman in labor and persuaded the pelvic bones to move apart. If this did not help, then they began to scare the expectant mother, rattled pots, and could fire a gun near her. They also loved to induce vomiting in women in labor. It was believed that when she vomits, the child goes more willingly. To do this, they shoved her own braid into her mouth or stuck her fingers into her mouth.

Salting

This wild ritual was used not only in some regions of Rus', but also in France, Armenia and other countries. It was believed that a newborn baby needed to gain strength from salt.

This was apparently an alternative to overbaking. The child was coated with fine salt, including his ears and eyes. Probably to hear and see well after that. Then they wrapped them in rags and kept them there for a couple of hours, not paying attention to the inhuman screams. Those who were richer literally buried the child in salt. Cases are described when, after such a health procedure, all the skin peeled off the baby. But that’s okay, but then he’ll be healthy.

Dead Man's Rite

This terrible rite is nothing more than a wedding.

Those bride's outfits, which we now consider solemn, were called funeral in Rus'. A white robe, a veil, which was used to cover the face of a dead man so that he would not accidentally open his eyes and look at someone alive.

The entire ceremony of marriage was perceived as the new birth of a girl. And in order to be born, you must first die. A white doll was put on the young woman's head (a headdress like that of nuns).

They were usually buried in it. This is where the custom of mourning the bride comes from, which is still practiced in some villages in the outback. But now they are crying that the girl is leaving home, but before they were crying about her “death.” The ransom ritual also arose for a reason. By doing this, the groom tries to find the bride in the world of the dead and bring her into the world. Bridesmaids in this case were perceived as guardians of the afterlife.

Yes, I’m married and my husband is cool, sometimes we just goof around and fool around with him, and although I’m 26 years old, I still feel somehow interesting and somehow sexy, I like everything unusual, unusual flowers, unusual mood , unusual feelings and, in general, always the forbidden fruit itself.

Sometimes the husband's father can satisfy his daughter-in-law sexually much better than the husband

So once again, I entered my vicious circle, which has been going on for the second year. With my husband, that is, with his son, we live a very average life, as a lover he is very boring for sex, has a weak attraction, but has a huge and large appetite for beer, then he loves fish and gets great pleasure from it. But for some reason he loves watching porn and I thought he might even be gay, or a hidden gay, but no, he’s just kind of indifferent to everything.

His father is the complete opposite of his son, always neat and always lively, always sexy and always smelling good, I even regretted that my husband was his son, and not the father-in-law himself, because, in those days, and this was a few years ago, he I was still married, but my wife, my mother-in-law, died and now we were left alone, we live in a private house and we have everything at our fingertips, of course, including my husband’s father himself.

I like to show nudity, enjoying all the delights of the body and unwittingly seducing people. This is what happened with my father-in-law, when his wife passed away, probably a year or two passed, I lay naked and sunbathed among the green grass and enjoyed all the delights of a sunny day, birds chirped and cats and cats meowed somewhere in the distance, but I was pleased to just lie naked while no one turned me over.

My husband left for a month somewhere for work, and I’m a completely proud and shameless fool, only my father-in-law is awake and wandering somewhere. Although on such a sunny day, even during the day, everyone usually sleeps until the evening, and it’s in the evening that life itself begins, here it is where is the bliss, I look, and above me there is a completely naked body, it looks like a man’s, and I begin to understand that he is the one who is completely ripe, I show with my hand movements that he should lie down next to him and, taking him, I stretch him out for him to hug me and hugged him to himself, sensual father-in-law. Excitement began to come to me in earnest and I realized that now this action would all happen, and so it happened, the process turned into something powerful and even dizzying, I swam somewhere and it felt so good that I felt new strength, and I screamed in convulsions from a powerful orgasm that hit me like a powerful Hurricane, which I had been waiting for for so long, but not so powerful.

To be honest, I was just having a blast and enjoying everything that was on me and on me, this is how our far from plutonic relationship began, which began to look more and more like some interesting moment in life, I was very pleased to be with this man and admire him endlessly, so I decided that he would be my lover.

Sonhach! -That’s what I call him when I’m angry with him, but we’ve already learned how to get maximum pleasure from the fact that you need to have sex the way you know how and constantly improve something, so I start constantly committing sophisticated sexual torture and he likes it all , well, that I’m an energetic girl and with me my father-in-law became some kind of lively, truly uncle, before, even during the time of my mother-in-law, he was not at all like that, but now he is energetic, active, sexy, like a man, he evokes more and more sympathy every day , of course, the relationship with the father-in-law is all our secret. All desires often come true and that is why I had a lover, my daughter-in-law, who is both a relative and at the same time a stranger to me, but also an excellent sexual partner.

No, he was not my dream father-in-law in life, but we live in the same house and it so happened that he became my lover, yes, it’s nice when there is a “substitute” husband nearby, I am sexually very active and he helps me to open up as a woman, yes We are a triangle, it turns out that way, but what doesn’t happen in life? But a lot happens in life, he loves this most of all, we love to have sex on the table, on the sofa, in the kitchen, and we conduct experiments wherever possible and all because he gives himself completely to me and I to him, and my husband even doesn’t realize that we are fucking with him, and I hope that he will never find out about it, if there was a desire, and the husband could become an excellent lover, but he himself practically does not want this, and when my husband and I get intimate, then it ends almost immediately, I haven’t even thought about a child yet, but I’m already starting to think, is it worth it or not to give birth to such a “hubby”? Or maybe it’s even worth having a father-in-law? He is a good person, flexible and even responsible, I know that he will not give up in difficult times.

Many can condemn such behavior, it may be immoral, but what is moral now? And we give each other warmth and sexuality and a lot of all kinds of pleasure. Yes, I became much more liberated with my husband’s father and began to understand what a woman is and why you need to be a truly happy or sexually satisfied woman, I love orgasm and I fell in love precisely for such things, the incentive to reach the highest point of pleasure in love pleasures.

I know that I am not the only one, and that there are young girls who also sleep with their husbands’ fathers and live. But every woman has her own pre-story and each feels exactly the state that is given to her from such relationships. Many young daughters-in-law are simply seduced by drunken “daughters-in-law” - fathers-in-law or simply raped in a drunken stupor, and then she is simply afraid to tell her husband about it and that’s all, they live in some kind of fear and think, what’s all this for?

Many are held back by personal circumstances, and many simply do not have their own home, but what can be done? Yes, I read about the history of daughter-in-law in Russia. There used to be men who, in the absence of their sons, slept with their daughters-in-law, fucked them and sometimes even gave birth to children from them, because a young girl married a guy at 18-19-20 years old and her husband left to serve in the army for a long time, and that she was left alone with her father-in-law, he is 40-45 years old, still a strong man and next to her is young and beautiful, all on fire and wanting sex, although in those days, it was just the father-in-law who raped his daughter-in-law and this could continue indefinitely, and everything remained a secret, although many guessed which way the wind was blowing and the daughter-in-law gave birth to her father-in-law’s first child, having sex with her husband, for example, when he came home on leave. and then thought that both his wife and small child were waiting for him , but everything was kept secret and even mothers-in-law could well know what and how, but they could not do anything about it, because they were either afraid of their husband.

P . S This also happens now after allegedly seducing a daughter-in-law... The old man decided to talk about what was weighing heavily on his conscience. He told about everything that happened and waited for his son’s reaction. The daughter-in-law is sitting next to her and is not even upset by what her father-in-law said. It seems she didn't sleep with him. And the old man continues that the daughter-in-law is not to blame for anything, that it was he who seduced her and he has to answer. And this stallion, his son, began to neigh. And what did daddy say that was so funny? It’s time to cry, but he laughs. Then he calmed down and asked his wife that she did this with the permission of her husband and with mutual consent?

And she lowered her eyes and answered in an innocent voice that since her father-in-law was not paying attention to her, she decided to torment him a little with the unknown and the feeling of guilt in front of her son, without telling the father that she went to bed with him because her husband allowed it. And they both continued that they thought and decided: since the daughter-in-law is young, her body demands it, and walking to the left is somehow not easy, they decided that sleeping with her father, if desired, would be the least of the evils. It’s good for her, it’s good for Dad, and the husband is calm about his wife. Fornication will not run anywhere to scratch.

And sometimes the three of them live like this, the husband, the father-in-law and the young daughter-in-law, having secret sex and the father-in-law is popularly nicknamed “The daughter-in-law”

Bezgin “Peasant everyday life. Traditions of the late 19th - early 20th centuries":

“Professional prostitution did not exist in the village; almost all researchers agree on this. According to the observation of informants of the Tenishev program, prostitution in the village was mainly carried out by female soldiers. People in the village said about them that they “wash pillowcases with the back of their heads.”

Prostitution did not exist in the village, but in each village there were several women of accessible behavior. We should not forget that the prostitutes who traded in the cities were, for the most part, yesterday’s peasant women.

The long absence of a soldier husband became a difficult test for a village young woman full of carnal desire. One of the correspondents of the ethnographic bureau wrote:

“...Getting married in most cases at the age of 17 - 18, by the age of 21, peasant soldiers are left without husbands. Peasants are generally not shy about fulfilling their natural needs, and even less at home. It is not the singing of the nightingale, the rising and setting of the sun that inflames the soldier’s passion, but because she is an involuntary witness to the marital relationship of her eldest daughter-in-law and her husband.”

According to a report from the Voronezh province, “little attention was paid to the relationship between female soldiers and strangers and was almost not persecuted by society, so children adopted by female soldiers illegally enjoy the same rights as legitimate ones. The outside earnings of peasant women, to which rural families were forced to resort, also acted as fertile ground for adultery. According to the observations of P. Kaverin, an informant from the Borisoglebsk district of the Tambov province, “the main reason for the loss of virginity and the decline of morals in general should be considered the result of latrine trades. Already in early spring, girls go to the merchant, as we call all landowners, to work. And there is complete scope for dissipation.”

Judgments from the outside, belonging to representatives of an enlightened society, gave the impression of the accessibility of a Russian woman. Thus, the ethnographer Semenova-Tyan-Shanskaya believed that any woman could easily be bought with money or a gift. One peasant woman naively admitted:

“I gave birth to a son on my mountain and for just a trifle, for a dozen apples.”

Next, the author cites a case where a 20-year-old guard at an apple orchard raped a 13-year-old girl, and the girl’s mother reconciled with the offender for 3 rubles. Writer A.N. Engelhardt argued that “the morals of village women and girls are incredibly simple: money, some kind of scarf, under certain circumstances, as long as no one knows, as long as everything is sewn and covered, everyone does that.”

Some peasants, lovers of alcoholic beverages, offered their wives, soldiers, and even sisters to the guests of honor for a drink. In a number of villages of the Bolkhov district of the Oryol province, there was a custom for honored guests (elder, volost clerk, judges, visiting merchants) to offer their wives or daughters-in-law for carnal pleasures if the son was away. At the same time, pragmatic peasants did not forget to charge for services rendered. In the same district, in the villages of Meshkovo and Konevka, poor peasants without embarrassment sent their wives to the clerk or to some wealthy person for money for tobacco or bread, forcing them to pay with their bodies.

Sexual intercourse between the head of a peasant family and his daughter-in-law was actually a common part of the life of a patriarchal family.

“Nowhere, it seems, except Russia,” wrote V.D. Nabokov, “at least one type of incest does not acquire the character of an almost normal everyday phenomenon, receiving the corresponding technical name - incestuousness.”

Observers noted that this custom was still alive at the end of the 19th century, and one of the reasons for its persistence was the seasonal outflow of young men to work. Although this form of incest was condemned by enlightened society, the peasants did not consider it a serious offense. In a number of places where daughter-in-law was common, this vice was not given much importance. Moreover, sometimes they said about the daughter-in-law with a degree of sympathy: “He loves his daughter-in-law. Yong lives with her as if he were his wife, he liked her.”

The reason for this phenomenon should be sought in the peculiarities of peasant life. One of the reasons is early marriages. In the middle of the 19th century. according to A.P. Zvonkov, in the villages of the Elatom district of the Tambov province, it was customary to marry 12-13 year old boys to brides 16-17 years old. Fathers prone to daughter-in-law deliberately married their sons young in order to take advantage of their inexperience. Another reason for daughter-in-law is the latrine trades of peasants already mentioned above.

“The young spouse will not live every year before his father sends him to the Volga or somewhere to work. The wife is left alone under the weak control of her mother-in-law.”

From the Bolkhov district of the Oryol province, an informant reported:

“Childhood is common here because husbands go to work and see their wives only twice a year, while the father-in-law stays at home and manages at his own discretion.”

The mechanism for inducing a daughter-in-law to cohabitate was quite simple. Taking advantage of the absence of his son (departure, service), and sometimes in his presence, the father-in-law forced his daughter-in-law to have sexual intercourse. All means were used: persuasion, gifts, and promises of easy work. Everything is according to the saying: “Keep quiet, daughter-in-law, I’ll buy a sundress.” As a rule, such a targeted siege produced results. Otherwise, the lot of the young woman would be backbreaking work, accompanied by nagging, curses, and often beatings. Some women tried to find protection in the volost court, but, as a rule, they avoided examining such cases. True, I.G. Orshansky in his study gives an example when, following a complaint from a daughter-in-law about her father-in-law’s persuasion to become a daughter-in-law, the latter was deprived of his “majority” by a decision of the volost court. But this was the exception rather than the rule.

A typical example of a father-in-law inducing his daughters-in-law to have sexual intercourse is given in the correspondence of V.T., a resident of the village of Krestovozdvizhenskie Ryabinki, Bolkhov district, Oryol province. Perkova.

“The rich peasant Semin, 46 years old, having a sick wife, sent his two sons to the “mines”, and he himself was left with two daughters-in-law. He began to court the wife of Gregory’s eldest son, and since peasant women are very weak in dress and have an addiction to alcoholic beverages, it is clear that the father-in-law quickly became friends with his daughter-in-law. Then he began to “make love” to the younger one. For a long time she did not give up, but due to oppression and gifts, she agreed. The younger daughter-in-law, noticing the “cupids” between her father-in-law and her eldest, brought her mother-in-law into the barn during their intercourse. It ended with the husband buying a blue box sundress for the old woman and giving his daughters-in-law a scarf each.”

But family love conflicts were not always resolved so successfully. At the beginning of the twentieth century. The Kaluga District Court heard the case of Matryona K. and her father-in-law Dmitry K., accused of infanticide. The accused Matryona K., a peasant woman, married, 30 years old, when questioned by a police officer, admitted to him that for six years, obeying the insistence of her father-in-law, she had been in a relationship with him, and gave birth to a son from him, who is now about five years old. From him she became pregnant a second time. Father-in-law Dmitry K., a peasant, 59 years old, having learned that the birth was approaching, ordered her to go to Riga, and as soon as she gave birth, he grabbed the child and buried him in the ground in the barn.

In a peasant courtyard, when several families lived side by side, intricate love triangles sometimes arose. Thus, in the Oryol village of Konevka, “cohabitation between brother-in-law and daughter-in-law was common. In some families, younger brothers did not marry because they lived with their daughters-in-law.” According to the Tambov peasants, incest with a brother's wife was caused by the qualitative superiority of the brother who beat off his wife. The brothers did not particularly quarrel about this, and those around them treated this phenomenon condescendingly. Cases of incest did not reach the volost court, and no one punished incestuous people.

It should be noted that with a certain prevalence of this vile vice in the Russian village, the peasants were well aware of the sinfulness of such a connection. Thus, in the Oryol province, incest was assessed as a great crime against the Orthodox faith, for which there would be no forgiveness from God in the next world. According to the reviews of peasants in the Borisoglebsk district of the Tambov province, daughter-in-law was common, but was traditionally considered the most shameful sin in the village. The daughters-in-law at the gathering were ignored when deciding public affairs, since everyone could tell them: “Get to hell, daughter-in-law, it’s none of your business.”