I desperately resisted, fought, cried, and this went on for five days. On the sixth day, he possessed me, that is, he simply raped me. I still recall with a shudder all the moral suffering that I had to endure then. My suffering was only increased by my parents, who two weeks later came to persuade me to come to terms and be a good wife. I distinctly remember how I told them then: "You sold me for kalym, I renounce you." So until now, I have not spoken to my parents.
Yes, marriage in the form in which it exists in our country is the same as slavery. I was born free, and I won't trade my freedom for anything.
It is unbearable to endure your position as a half-slave in the family. Besides, we girls have always been taught that we are destined in later life to be a mistress in the family, a helper to a husband, and have many children. As a girl, I didn't want to come to terms with such a future.
But how could I protest against all this? In fact, no way. And yet, one day I expressed my protest. We girls had to go to school in headscarves. But Russian girls went without headscarves. I also decided to go without a headscarf. And I dared. What was there!
I was not allowed to go to school, I was forced to put on a headscarf, but – an amazing thing! – I managed to insist on my own. I went about without a headscarf, and in winter, I wore a hat – like girls of European nationality. The point, of course, was not the headscarf, but my principle. I was secretly very pleased with this small victory.