Love of life Caucasus. Love story: in Stavropol, a Dagestani man kidnapped a Russian girl

This story is about an abnormal couple... All jokes aside!!! So let's start with)))

I will write in the first person)) My name is Asil, I am 17 years old, the nation is not that important). There are 5 of us in the family. Dad is Alik, mom is Zulfiya, and two older brothers... Islam and Rasul... I’ll describe myself to you first)))

Me: hair below the shoulders, naturally straight)) black eyes, neat nose and plump lips, by the way, I’m 17 years old)

Islam: the oldest brother, very strict ((tough!!! He is very handsome!! All the girls loved him, well, it seemed to me)) He is 21 years old... He studied at an academy, ummm, I don’t remember the name... But We couldn’t even sit in the same room with him.. He had slightly dark chocolate, black eyes, and plump lips))

Rasul: my chike, my most beloved brother... He and I were very similar, and we loved each other more than anyone))) He also had chocolate hair, but his lips, they were plumper than ours with Islam... Rasul was higher than Islam... Rasul is 18 years old... He studied to be a doctor, he dreamed of it since childhood... Well, what about me? I was resting, it was the month of June... The brothers had not returned yet, they had a session, which I was very happy about... I passed all the Unified State Examinations, and was resting to spite everyone) No, but what? I deserved... I also had a best friend... Her name was Jack, for me Dzhekichan... She was my sister, friend, and many other things, I love her...

Jack: long hair, almost black, brown eyes and normal lips... We had a terrible figure... But we wore scarves and long things... We were friends with her since we were 6))))... And they wanted to enter the Medical Academy together... Our families were very wealthy... Therefore, they didn’t refuse me anything...

Jackie had an older brother Aslan...

So the story began in the park... One fine summer day...

Morning: Jack calls me and says

D-As Salamu Alaikum

I am Wa Aleikum...

D-did I wake you up?

I- no, I got up a long time ago...

D-can I ask you something?

I - of course, come on)

D-Will you go with me to the shopping center today to buy clothes?

I- I would love to, dad won’t allow it(

D-maybe you can persuade him?

I'll see))

Well of course she woke me up!!! I had to get up. Since dad is at work and mom is in her room, I could freely go out in my Spongebob pajamas))). I went out, went downstairs, and, as always, took the tangerines and went back up)

Soon I called my dad and asked him to let me and Jack go shopping

I- dad, can I go to the shopping center with Jack?

P- you can’t, daughter...

I'm dad, please (((

P- I can’t let you go alone with Jack!

I- her brother will take us and take us (((well, daddy, can I?

F-okay, just be home by 4 o’clock in the afternoon!

I- thank you dad, okay)...

I called Jack

I'm Jackaaaa, sorry

D-what have you done again??

Where am I, your brother?

D- Yes, I think I’m downstairs with a friend, but what happened?

I-he’ll take us to the shopping center?

D-nooo, you can’t wait

I- persuade him, huh?

D - everything is for you Janym) (soul)

I wore a long dress, golden color and white ballet shoes... Hair in a bun and a scarf). When I was tying a scarf, my mother came into my room)

M-what are you doing?

I’m mom, dad let me go with Jack to the shopping center? Can I go?)

M- since dad let me in of course! Do you have money?

I- yes there is, thank you ma)

Malika got married early - at the age of 15, so that even she herself did not have time to understand how it happened. During her cousin's wedding, a handsome guy from a neighboring village liked her, and he came to the spring to see her. And her friend Marem, envious that such an enviable groom had paid attention to Malika, carefully watched the couple a little to the side. Suddenly, completely unexpectedly for everyone, she shouted loudly: “Kug lazza! Kug lazza!” (Took the hand! Took the hand!), although nothing of the kind happened. Why she did this remains a mystery. She probably wanted to disgrace Malika, but in reality it turned out that this involuntary “shame” was the reason that the handsome, handsome Shamil sent matchmakers to Malika that same evening. And the “disgraced” Malika married him, thinking that something terrible had happened.

Malika was pleased with her husband. Of course, rural life is not all sugar, but Malika was accustomed to work from early childhood - milking a cow, baking bread - she did everything playfully. And her husband... loved her, despite the fact that she had been married for 5 years, she could not give him children. Only chores around the house and yard allowed her to forget about her misfortune for a while. But every evening she fell asleep with tears in her eyes and a prayer to Allah for a child.

That evening she prayed especially earnestly. She decided for herself that if this time it didn’t work out, she would not torment Shamil anymore and would go to her parents’ house. She suggested that he marry someone else more than once, but he reassured her as best he could, not even thinking about a second wife. “Even if we never have children, I will not marry someone else,” he passionately convinced her, “... we have a large family, it’s okay if I personally don’t have children. Others have it - and that’s enough, the Salamov family will not end with me.”

But, despite his words, Malika could not allow her beloved, dear, dear person to remain childless. Therefore, she firmly decided for herself - she would wait another month - and that’s it, go home...

Allah heard her prayers, and a month later she conceived... At first she couldn’t believe it, she was afraid to say it, and she couldn’t admit to herself that it had happened. I kept listening to myself, I was still afraid to say it out loud. And only when Shamil asked about it himself, noticing her slightly rounded belly, she answered: “Yes, it seems I’m pregnant.” Oh, how he spun her around, how he rejoiced! What care and attention filled her days! He categorically forbade doing hard work and looked forward to the birth of the child...

What was the reason for the delay in the birth of children is unclear, but since then children in the family of Shamil and Malika began to appear every year - as if from a cornucopia. Their house was filled with the voices of their eight sons!

The happiness of Shamil and Malika knew no bounds. In the depths of her soul, Malika dreamed of a girl, but even alone she did not dare to complain, since she was very grateful to Allah for the happiness he had sent her!

The eldest son, Magomed, was the most playful and hectic. Probably because his parents spoiled him more than anyone else, and they instilled in all the other children that he was the eldest, he should be listened to, he should be respected and revered. He believed in his exclusivity and importance and every now and then “delighted” his parents with his pranks.

His favorite trick was to hide somewhere for a long time and wait for his mother to start looking for him. “Moh1mad, k1orni, michakh vu hyo? Havad mamin! Sa gatdella sa!” (Magomed, baby, where are you? Run to mom! I miss you!) - Malika wailed, running around the yard, looking into every corner, but Magomed found a new place every time, and she never managed to find it. After tormenting her for some time, he jumped out of hiding with wild screams, and then they laughed together for a long time...

... On the outskirts of the village of Goiskoye, the corpses of those killed during the “anti-terrorist operation to capture militants” in the village of Komsomolskoye were dumped into a huge hole. The unfortunate people dug into this hole, looking among the disfigured corpses for their loved ones and relatives, so dear and loved ones with whom they were just yesterday...
... Among everyone, a middle-aged woman stood out, with a gauze-tied face and mournful eyes that seemed to reflect all the sadness of the world... Every now and then she pulled someone out of a pile of corpses and said: “Hara sa wu!.. Hara sa wu !.. Hara sa wu!” (This one is mine, and this one is mine, and this one is mine...) The women standing at a distance shook their heads sympathetically and talked among themselves, not believing that all seven corpses that the woman pulled out of the landfill were related to her. In their opinion, the woman simply lost her mind and pulled everyone out.

“Moh1mad, sa k1orni, michakh vu hyo? Sa sa gatdella!” (Magomed, my baby, where are you? I miss you!) - the woman began to wail, and those watching her were sure that she had lost her mind. Someone was crying, someone who had no more tears left wanted to approach her to take her away from there, and one of the women was already moving in her direction, but an elderly man standing aside stopped her with the words: “Leave her. These are our seven sons. She's looking for the eighth." He couldn't hold back his tears. In embarrassment, he turned away and cried quietly. He did not have the moral strength to approach the pit.

“Moh1mad, k1orni, hya guch val, so kadella!” (Magomed, baby, come out, I’m tired) - Malika repeated. There wasn't a single tear on her face...

... About 2,000 local people died in the bloody massacre in the village of Komsomolskoye. Including old people, women and children...

According to human rights activists in Kyrgyzstan, 12 thousand girls are kidnapped in the republic every year to force them into marriage. This custom is called “ala kachuu,” which translated from Kyrgyz means “grab and run.”

However, many of the kidnapped brides are subjected to sexual violence. In 2013, the punishment for this crime was tightened in Kyrgyzstan. If previously bride kidnapping was subject to criminal punishment in the form of a fine or imprisonment for up to three years, then after the adoption of the law, such acts can be punished from five to ten years in prison. However, there are very few actual criminal cases initiated under the article “Abduction of a woman for marriage against her will.” Women, fearing shame, prefer not to apply to law enforcement agencies.

So how do the stories of bride kidnapping in Kyrgyzstan end? Partner Kaktus"Open Asia Online" talked to women who were stolen by "suitors." We have preserved the style of presentation of the storytellers themselves. For obvious reasons, they did not want to be photographed.

AINURA, 41 YEARS OLD

I was born and raised in Frunze (current Bishkek - OA note). Of course, I heard about brides being stolen. But I thought that this happens either in the film “Prisoner of the Caucasus” or in distant, distant villages. It never occurred to me that they could steal me.

I don’t like to remember that story and don’t remember the details well. I was 19 years old, I was leaving the university. My boyfriend Dauren usually met me, but a week before we had a fight. Why I didn’t have any friends with me, I don’t even remember now.

A car stopped near me, and some completely unfamiliar guy offered me a ride. Naturally, I refused. The car drove slowly nearby. I repeat, I did not think that I could be stolen, and I was not at all alarmed - especially since it was daytime and there were a lot of people around. But when I turned into my lane, two guys jumped out of the car, grabbed me and pushed me into the car. I screamed, bit, and couldn’t understand anything.

I was taken to a huge country house, where there were some elderly women who put a scarf on me and said that I was a matchmaker, showing the “groom”. He turned out to be a distant relative of my parents' friends. We met at some kind of toi (holiday), and I didn’t remember him at all, but it turns out he “fell in love.”

I was not raped, beaten, insulted, I was simply locked on the second floor.

I waited until night fell and everyone in the house fell asleep. I tied up the sheets and used them to climb down from the second floor window. And then she ran wherever her eyes were looking. Fortunately, I was taken not very far from the city. So I got home about three hours later...

I rang the doorbell of my own apartment. My mother opened the door for me... And then the worst thing began. Mom told me to go back. That I was kidnapped, and I spent the night in the house of the “groom” and now I am disgraced, so no one will ask me to get married again. And this family is very wealthy, and the guy, they say, is good, and what else, stupid, do I need.

I turned around and left, called my friend from a pay phone and explained everything. Her father came for me and took me to his home. From there I called my Dauren. He immediately arrived, called my mother and said that he would marry me.

Dauren's relatives are modern people. And no one has ever reproached me for being a victim of “ala kachuu”.

Now Dauren and I have three children. Fortunately, all sons. And I don't have to worry about someone stealing my daughter.

NURGUL, 32 YEARS OLD

I am from a village in the south of Kyrgyzstan. When I was 18 years old, I fell in love with a guy from our village named Almaz. He was 20 years old. In order to marry me, he had to pay my relatives a dowry (ransom), and his parents are poor. Therefore, Almaz went to Russia to earn money for the wedding. He promised to return in a year.

And then a guy from a neighboring village stole me. I cried and said that I had a fiance. That I've already been matched.

But they still brought me to someone else’s house, put on a scarf, and put bread on the threshold so that I wouldn’t leave. But I still ran away and came home. And then Almaz returned from Russia. He said that he loves me, but he cannot marry me, because I am already disgraced. I told him that there was nothing in that house. But he said that everyone knows that I was stolen, so it makes no difference whether I am still a girl or not.

He later married someone else. And, of course, normal guys no longer approached me. I regret that I ran away then. Now if I got used to it, I would have a lot of children. And at first they didn’t want to marry my sister, because I had disgraced the whole family. Then, thank God, a good guy was found and my sister got married.

I also got married last year. He is a widower. Old, of course. But who else needs me? And then thank him for marrying me.

ALIMA, 64 YEARS OLD

My old man stole me. Why are you surprised? Of course, he was not an old man then. He was young. I was young too. Beautiful, with a braid. I studied in the city. I came to the village to visit my parents for the holidays. I was waiting for the bus. "Moskvich" drives up, the guy says: "Come on, why wait, the bus is not coming soon." So I sat down. And there's another guy in the car. He tells me that’s it, now I’m his wife.

It turns out that his parents told him that it was time to get married. Here is a good girl. You just need to act quickly, otherwise she will leave for the city. So he decided to steal me.

Of course, I talked to my parents later. Of course, we went to the registry office. Everything is as it should be.

Love? I do not remember. She probably loved it. We've lived together for so many years. We raised our children and now have grandchildren.

Don't you understand how this is possible? What is there? This means that he was destined for me by fate.

ZHYLDYZ, 28 YEARS OLD

My husband stole me too. Not for real, of course. We were friends with him, met, went to the movies (laughs). Then they decided to get married. And a Kyrgyz wedding is such a mess. Soiko saluu (matchmaking, during which the groom’s family puts earrings on the girl), kuda tosuu (meeting of the groom’s relatives), kyz uzatuu (seeing the girl off from home)... Kalym, sep (dowry). You need to meet and feed a bunch of relatives, spending a tidy sum. We decided that we didn’t need all this. We just agreed with my Rasul, and he “stole” me. Of course, I warned my mother not to go crazy. After that, his father came to mine and apologized. This visit is called "aldyn tushu".

In general, it has never been customary among Kyrgyz people to steal a girl without her consent. They resorted to “ala kachuu” if the guy did not have money for the bride price or the bride’s father did not allow the newlyweds to marry. That's what my grandmother told me. I don’t know where the fashion came from forcibly stealing girls.

P.S. According to a study by the Women's Assistance Center and the NGO Kyz-Korgon Institute, since 2012, every day in Kyrgyzstan there are 32 cases of bride kidnapping, 6 girls are subjected to violence. Prosecutions are extremely rare, occurring in only 1 in 700 cases. There are almost no court decisions: one in 1.5 thousand cases.

A love story that really happened in life in Ingushetia, about the unhappy and strong love of two young people....

Ingushetia: There lived a girl Elina, everyone called her Elya. . .a girl, modest, neat, her parents and friends all loved her, her voice captivated everyone, such a refined, delicate hair, like an Angel’s, she was often invited to conferences, the audience listened attentively, her every word, she was 17 years old, studying for 1 course, after classes I went straight home, I didn’t like partying and everything like that. . .she had her best friend Lizka, and then one sunny day Lizka ran to Elka and said: “Elka, Elka, they got me the number of such a handsome guy, let’s call him, only you will do the talking... Elya: “Liza you’re with I’m out of my mind, no, I won’t call, what are you doing, what if he finds out, it’s a shame. . Lisa: “Well, please Elya, you have such a voice, he will immediately fall in love with you, please, please, please... Elya: “Okay, but only once, and from a hidden place.” . .Liza (hugs, kisses) and then the beeps started. . . Hello? Yes. . . Elya: “they gave me your number, I would like to meet you.” He: “well, since they gave it, let’s get acquainted, my name is Mustafa, what’s yours? Elya: my name is Diana. . . . . (she lied all about your life)...and their conversation continues for more than 3 hours. Mustafa: “Diana, why are you calling from a hidden place? After all, I still had your number, Elya, in shock, began to say goodbye to him, saying that she had the wrong number, asked him not to call this number again, and hung up: “Lizka, I told you not to!!! will he find out who I am? This is terrible! I’m gone! Lizka went home... Suddenly the bell rang... she rejected another call, didn’t pick up again, the third bell: “young man, you were told not to call here , we have the wrong number, or you stop writing here, or I will be forced to throw away the SIM card. . . . Mustafa: “no, no!!! Wait, please, give me Diana’s number, I really need it, please give it!” Lizka: “Sorry, this is impossible!!! She won't talk to you! Mustafa: “Please, I beg you! I need her number, or give her a SIM card!” Lizka, after thinking a little, answered: “Okay, it’s possible, tomorrow I’ll give her a SIM card...” . . . . Eli's house. . . . . Elya thought about him all night, what a wonderful voice he has, how he communicates, how sweet he is. . . . That night he thought about her, what a beautiful voice she has, quiet and calm. . . The next day Lizka came running to her: Elya, Elechka, he wants to talk to you, he needs it, you should have heard how he asked me. . . . . Elya: “Liza, are you crazy? I can’t, I can’t!” (but in her soul she so wanted to hear his voice again) Elya, well, for my sake! . . . . . . . Okay, okay, go ahead. . . . . Lizka ran home. . . A little later, Elya dialed him: Hello. . . . Mustafa? Hello. . . It's you? (of course a stupid question, but I had to start a conversation). Hello, yes Diana it's me... . How are you. . . . . . . . . . . . . They talked all night. . . We said goodbye only in the morning. . . . It's time to go to class. . . . . At the University, Lizka showed her Mustafa, he was a 5th year student, so handsome, tall, with dark hair and brown eyes, it seems a guy like him would never look at someone like her. . . . . She was upset. She thought about him all day. . . . Evening, they are talking. . .everything goes so easily, as if they have known each other for an eternity. . . It’s been 2 months since they communicated, they haven’t seen each other, but strangely enough, he didn’t ask to meet, he was pleased to hear her voice
He didn’t ask to meet, and it was to her advantage that she didn’t want him to see her. . . But then one day he said: ! “Diana, I can’t do this anymore, let’s see you, I want to look into your eyes, I want to admire you, your voice will captivate me, please don’t refuse me.” Elya: “no Mustafa, please don’t ask me for this, you don’t have enough of that.” I cannot agree that we communicate on the phone. . “But alas, Mustafa’s persistence knew no bounds, he achieved his goal... she answered Yes!... Lizka came to Elya. She told her about what had happened and asked her to go to the meeting instead, as if she were Diana. .DIANA: "How can you? After all, he hopes to see you, and not me, he will know, he will feel! Elya: “no Lizka, he won’t find out anything! Please... Lizka didn’t agree, suddenly, something wrong began to happen to Elya... she grabbed her head, fell to the floor, everything swam before her eyes... she didn’t I heard Lisa’s screams... there was no one at home, but she began to come to her senses, and asked the crying Lisa to calm down... She already agreed to everything, as long as Elya didn’t scare her like that anymore... And then that one came the day they were supposed to meet Mustafa...
The day of their meeting has arrived. . . He was waiting for her at the university under a tree. . . . . . .he sees that someone is heading towards him. . .he looked at her sideways. . . . Lizka: "Hello Mustafa." . Mustafa: "Hello." . They didn’t talk for so many minutes, and he asked: “Why does Diana think that I’m so stupid? Why does she think that I don’t recognize her voice, tell me why? Lizka: “I told her that this won’t work, she insisted, forgive me, I couldn’t refuse her (she could barely hold back her tears). . . I am sorry again. . .turned and ran away. . . At Eli’s house: Lizka: “I told you it wouldn’t work out, did I tell you? You put me in such an uncomfortable situation that he’s thinking about me right now, (crying)... Elya: “please calm down, I’m not I knew this would happen, please calm down. . . Lizka calmed down and went home. . . . . Night: Call from Mustafa. . . .she is afraid to pick up the phone, afraid to hear how he will scold her. . . But she picked it up anyway. . . . Hello, Diana. . .what did I do to you? Why did you treat me this way? Did I distrust you? Was that really the case? Elya: “forgive me Mustafa, I’m just afraid that you won’t like me, I know that I’m not the type that guys run after... I’m afraid... Mustafa: “Diana, why can’t you understand, I like absolutely everything about you! You are exactly the girl I dreamed of so much, and it seems to me that it is you who are destined for me! I am drawn to you Diana, how can you not understand this, please let’s see each other, only this time you come!!! Don’t send anyone, I still recognize your voice from a thousand, you can’t confuse it, it’s like the singing of birds, like the voice of an angel! After such words, she could not refuse him. . . She agreed, tomorrow at 5 o’clock they will meet near the University
All night Mustafa thought about what she was like, all night Elya was afraid to disappoint him. . . . But then the morning came. . . . For some reason the headaches started again, but went away again. . . And now it’s 5 o’clock. . . The couples are over, they must see each other. . . He waited where the meeting was indicated. . . She noticed him from afar. . . . He stood leaning against a tree, looking thoughtful. . . . . She appeared so quickly, he was stunned. . . . . . This is exactly how he imagined her, a slender, beautiful girl. . . . With an angelic voice, he finally saw her, how he wanted to hug her (but this could not be done, he would never touch this girl, he would not dare to offend her with this) she did not raise her eyes, she just said: “Here I am, Mustafa . . . “these words spoken brought him to his senses, this time he knew for sure that his Diana was standing in front of him. . . . . But then she said: “I’m sorry Mustafa, I’ve been lying to you all this time, my name is Elina (ELYA), I’ve been lying to you all this time... He thought again and said: “It doesn’t matter anymore, I saw you, I I won't let you go again!
their relationship began to move to the next levels. . . At the university they already knew that they were together, everyone was happy, there was white envy, there was also black envy (everything is as it happens with people) one fine wonderful day. . . When they met, Mustafa said to Elya: “Elechka, you know how I feel about you, you know that I love you, you know that I have no one but you... I’m already graduating from university, I’ll find a job... after that.” . . And after... I would like to marry you! Elya was shocked by these words, she wanted this with all her heart! But something told her that it was too early... she began to deny...: “Mustafa to me just turned 18... I am just learning. . .understand me." Mustafa: "I'm not rushing you, my love, everything will happen when you want, we'll wait, I'll send old people to you (family elders, of all kinds) I'm afraid that you'll be married off to someone else, or you'll be taken in marriage. . . Understand. . . . . .she agreed. . . All this time, Elya did not tell her mother about him, although she did not hide anything from her mother. And that evening she told her about his intentions. . . . Mom: “Daughter, are you crazy? What about studying? Have you thought about this?” Elya: “Mommy, he just wants to take the floor, and nothing more.” Mom: “Okay daughter, tell me his last name, maybe I know them?” . . . . After she said his last name, my mother dropped the plate and started yelling and screaming so that in future this name and surname would no longer sound in their house! So that she forgets him and does not dare to communicate with him, otherwise she will take away her phone and ban her at home!
....mom, mom, mommy, wait (crying) explain to me what the reason is, explain to me, I beg you! Mom, I can't live without him! Mom please! Mom: “Our family has been feuding for many years, so daughter, or you do as I say... Or I will tell everything to your FATHER! This will not end well... Elya was in shock, went to her room the room began to cry... Meanwhile, in Mustafa's house there was no less scandal... having learned about which girl their only son was talking about, on whom they pinned their hopes, in whom they saw the continuation of their family... And who upset them so much this. Father: “You will never marry this girl!” NEVER!!! The enemy will not set foot in our house, you understand me!!! Mustafa was silent with his head down. . . .went to his room. . . . He called Ela: Hello, (heard her tears) beloved. . .
...my love, don’t cry, I ask you not to cry, I will do everything for us to be together, I won’t give you to anyone, you can hear me! We will be together, do you believe me? Answer? Believe it or not, all he heard in response was her crying. . . .but then again the very thing that she feared most (dizziness) happened and again everything swam before her eyes, again she did not realize anything, dropping the phone, she grabbed her head, the room narrowed in her eyes, there was nothing to breathe, so my end she thought, mentally saying goodbye to everyone, saying goodbye to her parents, to her beloved, to her beloved girlfriend. . .but thank God, she began to come to her senses, somehow she rose to her feet, remembering that she had spoken on the phone, found the phone, and heard screams. . . . "I'm here, here." . She answered in a whisper. . . : “Don’t ever scare me like that in your life! Do you understand?! I almost rushed to you!”
Mustafa, why should we be responsible for the mistakes of the past, why should we be responsible for THEIR enmity, why should everything come down to us. Mustafa: “My good El, don’t cry, we’ll still be together, I promised you!” She put the phone down and went to bed, (although both of them couldn’t sleep that day) they lay and looked at the ceiling for hours. : “Today I “I’ll see him,” Elka said to her friend, “I’ll see him!” They left the house as usual, without showing any kind of joy, Elka walked next to her mother with her head bowed... A conversation started between her and Lizka, but then there were these pains again, Lizka had seen them before ...Elka fell to her knees and began to beat the asphalt and scream, she was in pain, it was as if her head was being torn into two parts, or even three... Lizka picked her up, took her to the bench, began to bring her to her senses, she was in a panic from what she saw , she had never seen such severe headaches before...: “Tomorrow we’re going to the doctor!” Lizka said, and don’t you dare deny it! Elka: “Lizka, please don’t, you know how much I don’t like these doctors. Lizka: “I don’t want to hear anything, I said everything, tomorrow I’ll ask your parents for permission.” . .
They didn't see or hear each other for the whole day. Meanwhile, horror and scandal were happening in Mustafa’s house... no matter how he asked, no matter how he begged, he could not melt his father’s icy heart, he waved everything aside, shouted, talked about the honor of the family... Mustafa was left alone again alone with himself (in the room)... then his mother came in to him: “Son, I see your suffering, I see how much you love this girl, but I also see and know that your father will never agree to this marriage (strokes his hands and face) Mustafa: “Mom, forgive me, forgive me if I didn’t live up to your hopes, forgive me if I didn’t turn out the way you wanted me to be, but understand mom that I need Elina like air , like water, I can’t imagine my life without her.... (tears filled his eyes).... The mother’s heart trembled when she saw these eyes, because tears had never been seen in these eyes before... this made the mother’s soul it got even worse....she left the room so as not to cry in front of him.... Call: “Hello Elka, how are you? Sorry, I couldn’t come today, I had business.” Elka: “Nothing Mustafa, everything is the same at home, everything is forbidden”...Mustafa: “Don’t lose hope, darling, we will be together!”..Next morning: “Elka get up quickly, I asked your parents for permission, let’s go to to the doctor quickly."
..evening came...they went for tests...both entered the doctor's office... Doctor: "Have you been suffering from headaches for a long time?" Elka: “Well, not so long ago”... (Lizka intervenes) “It’s been a long time, doctor, a long time ago.” Then the doctor lowers his head: “Why didn’t you come before? Why didn’t you come to us before?” Elka: “Is something wrong, doctor?” Doctor: “You have a brain tumor, it’s already quite developed, the chances of curing it in this time frame are 1 in 1000, you need surgery urgently.” . . These words sounded like a knife in the hearts of both girls; they could not believe their ears. . . Shocked by what she heard, Elka went out into the corridor, Lizka remained there. Doctor: “She has a few months left, and I’m afraid nothing can help.” Tears flowed from Lisa’s eyes: “How’s the doctor? How? How could this happen, you’re lying, it’s not like that, my Elka can’t die!!!
you are all lying! Doctor: “alas, you yourself observed her pain, you witnessed her attacks.” She could no longer speak, she left the office, Elya was sitting on the bench.... (crying): “Lizka, how long do I have left? How long will I live?” but she didn’t answer like that... she just cried... they came home.... Elka hands her mother the papers (tests). Mom: “What is this?”.. Elka: “Look, these are my tests
After reading this, my mother almost fainted, began to cry, screaming: “My daughter, why did this happen to you, these tests are fake, I don’t believe them!” Elka: “Mom, they are true, I have a few months left to live.” . .mom: “no, no... I won’t believe it, I’ll tell my father.”... By the morning the house was already full of people... one got the impression that she had already died.... Inviting mom to her place into the room she began to beg in tears to let her meet with him (they had not seen each other for a month, after receiving the tests)
Mom let her daughter go with great difficulty..... And then they met..... Mustafa was in seventh heaven with happiness that he saw her again. Mustafa: “Elka, we’ll leave with you, you hear, we won’t tell anyone and we’ll leave, we’ll live alone, and when they calm down, we’ll come back”... Elya interrupted him...: “no Mustafa, stop (holds out tests)” ...he looked at them for a long time, not understanding what they were...: “What is this? What kind of tests are they?” . . . Elka: “I’m dying Mustafa, I have a brain tumor, I only have a little bit left to live.”... These words sounded like a blow to the heart, the earth was leaving from under his feet.... She stood and cried. Grabbing her by the shoulders, he hugged her. (He had never done this before) Elka: “let go, let go, they can see us”... but then she succeeded. Mustafa: “No, I won’t let you go! I’ll still marry you!”
Elka was still crying: “no Mustafa no, don’t ruin your life, before you get married, you will become a widower.”... but he didn’t listen to her, he turned and left... At Mustafa’s house.... There was a house full of guests. Not paying attention to them, Mustafa fell at his father’s feet and began to beg him to send the old men to Elina’s house, kissed his feet, he cried like a child! The father got angry and threw his son away...: “Are you out of your mind? How can you humiliate yourself like that because of a girl?” Then the mother, unable to bear it, said: “How can you, how can you all watch how children suffer? You are not disgusted with yourself, you destroy lovers, for the sake of your enmity, for the sake of your principles.... (Everyone lowered their heads)...
..... Poor children fell in love with each other, they fell in love with sincere love, and you, what are you doing? You are ruining them!......after long arguments and conversations, the old people gave in..... Morning came: a knock on the gate: Elina’s father opened the gate..... Old people: “we came to ask for your daughter.”. Father in anger: “how dare you come here, who told you that I would give my daughter to your family, we will never become related to people like you!” Angry Old Men: “We stepped over our pride! We came to ask for your daughter, and you... What have you done, fool! You broke your daughter’s heart! You broke the guy’s heart!” With these words they left the yard...
.. Hearing her father’s answer, Elka lost all hope, for several months tears dripped down her face, but that day killed her and him completely. They didn't know what to do, what to do. . . . . A few days later, many people gathered at Elina’s house, everyone was dressed in black. . . . ELIN IS GONE! SHE DIED! Hearing about what had happened, the old people ran to their house. . . . Mustafa was with them, he didn’t have his son (tombstone) with him: “please, accept at least this from us, at least I want to help her with something.” Father: “we don’t need anything from you, get out of ours.” Houses!
The shocked old men and Mustafa himself left.... Having reached the house, the old men opened the door: OH ALLAH, what do they see. The stone crumbled, it really turned into small pebbles! (true) Mustafa was called so that he would look at it, but he had no time for that, he headed to his room, took the phone and began to look at Eli’s photographs. . . . . Meanwhile, the old people called the mullah. . .more precisely several. They explained this phenomenon...they said that the stone here represents the heart of your son, like his heart, this stone was broken into small pieces, your son’s heart is broken forever, we have never seen such a great power of love, so that the stone was crushed by this force. . . With these words they left...
...that day Mustafa did not leave the room, all day and all night he looked at her photograph. . . He squeezed the phone tightly, remembered her image, her voice, all of her... There were no more tears left, they had dried up... In the morning, the mother knocked on her son’s room, but he didn’t open the door, she entered, went up to her son, and began talk, but when she touched him, a chill ran through his body, he was Cold as a corpse..........

Kumyk married a non-Christian. After a year of marriage, the stolen bride tries to explain how she came to terms with it and why she considers herself happy

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In the kitchen of a new building in Stavropol there is barely enough space for four adults and little Safiya’s stroller. Soup is being cooked on the stove. So that the young mother does not fall exhausted at the end of the day, her sister and a classmate friend help her. Ole is 21. She came to Stavropol from the Dagestan village of Kochubey three years ago, entered the university to study philology, and thought about teaching Russian and literature at school. I studied for two years. In 2011, her classmates came to the university on September 1 and found out that Olya got married, although she had no plans. They were even more surprised that the husband was not her boyfriend, whom they knew well: he used to sit for hours in the corridors of the university while Olya was in classes.

My friends heard that brides are being kidnapped in Dagestan. It seemed like part of mountain legends, the plot of “Prisoner of the Caucasus,” a beautiful, pre-orchestrated performance. But that she, as something she liked, would be stolen and forced to marry - Olya could not imagine this.

“WHAT IS STOLEN IS NOT FOUND”

My boyfriend and I started dating in tenth grade,” Olya recalls. - We had such great love! Then I started studying in Stavropol. In the summer of 2011, I came home to change my passport. I turned 20 years old. I thought I’d do everything quickly and we’d go on vacation. Maybe to Ukraine. Grandfather and grandmother live there. But this man appeared.

Olya pauses. As if he is trying to compare dates and events.

I was in my second year. We met at a holiday when my parents celebrated twenty years of marriage. He came from Makhachkala. Worked with my dad, they were very good friends. He's thirty-one. I liked him as a friend. He respected me and my sisters as the daughters of his friend.

Then Islam - that’s his name - found Olya’s phone number somewhere. I started calling.

“I couldn’t stop communicating,” says Olya. - He seems to be a friend of our family, he communicates well with dad, and he hasn’t done anything bad to me. Just: “Hello, how are you?” Then he started calling more and more often. I told my boyfriend. He, of course, wanted the calls to stop, but then he resigned himself.

Olya talks as if she is not talking about herself, but is retelling someone else’s story, “Prisoner of the Caucasus-2.” But as she approaches the episode when her life changed dramatically, under the influx of emotions it becomes more difficult for her to say:

I don't know how it all happened. We communicated with Islam on Odnoklassniki. And he wrote to me there: “Marry me.” Before that, he started closer to the summer: “I want children from you, marry me.” I told you that I have a boyfriend. And he knew that I had a man whom I loved.

When Olya returned to Kochubey to change her passport, Islam promised to come visit. To the question “Why?”, he answered without curtsy - “To steal you.”

I would never have thought that he was serious. It seemed like this all happened in fairy tales. She joked: “I’ll hide somewhere,” Olya recalls.

But this was not a fairy tale. No horses, chasing, shooting or happy hugs. Everything happened too casually.

I was at home. Mom knew that Islam was coming, but did not know why. “Come on,” he says, “get yourself in order.” I'm sitting and putting on makeup. Islam comes. “Ol, oh Ol! And I love you". I told him: “So what?” And he invites me to visit him. I say: “I won’t go.” My sisters and their parents once vacationed at the seaside and visited him at home, but I had never been to Makhachkala. He again: “You wanted to go to the sea?” I replied that I would go only with my parents. And then my mother intervened: “Ol, come and visit.”

“Mom, I know that if I go, something will happen. I'm scared". And she told me: “Go.” I agreed, I'm going. I'm scared. Tears well up in my eyes. It calmed me down a little when he said that he was not going to ask me to marry there, introducing me to my parents as a bride. “Let’s just go and relax as friends!” I believed it. They got into the car and he said: “What was stolen was not found.”

“HUMILITY, IT’S NOTHING”

Olya takes Safiya, who is beginning to be capricious, in her arms and lisps with her. Then he continues the story of his abduction. It seems that stealing a bride is very simple.

We are driving, somewhere near Makhachkala he changes seats back to me and says: “I stole you.” How did you steal it? But you promised! I panicked and threw a tantrum. The state was like being under hypnosis. We have gone far, the connection is bad. His traffic cop friend was driving. They took spare numbers - so that they could pass through traffic police checkpoints if they had to steal by force. Olya begins to speak more slowly. It's getting harder and harder for her to remember. He gives his daughter to his sister. And he continues:

We stopped at some lake. His friend says to me: “That’s it, now you are husband and wife.” I say: “I have a boyfriend, you know about it!” “I don’t know anything, we’ll go out to the wedding soon.” What if I hadn't gotten into the car? “I would have stolen it anyway, otherwise it would be a shame.” We arrive at his house, and there are a lot of people there. Relatives, everyone was waiting for me. They hug: “Daughter-in-law! Daughter!” And I'm crying. People ask me, what am I doing, when should I be happy? I say: “I don’t want to get married. Nobody asked me!” But Olya was already introduced to the groom’s mother.

She put a gold bracelet and chain on me. I stand, look in the mirror and don’t understand what to do. I was thinking about my boyfriend. Will he find out what will happen? I couldn’t imagine that I wouldn’t be his wife. I never thought that it was possible to get married without love. Until the last moment I hoped that Islam would let me go.

Olya began to have thoughts about escaping. Her parents, contrary to the assurances of the new groom, were horrified by what had happened.

Mom cried: “Daughter, if you don’t want...”, and I said: “Mom, it’s your own fault, you sent me away.” And she - “I didn’t know that he would do that!” They really didn't know. They constantly praised Islam to me: “He is kind, faithful, so Russified all over, he will look after you.”

But Islam did not court her, but confronted Olga with a fact: you will be mine!

He told me: “I stole you so that you could be mine. If your parents were against it, I would never have done this. But all your relatives are for it. You're the only one against it. You’ll accept it, it’s okay,” Olga recalls and stops for a second. He looks somewhere at the floor, then raises his eyes: “I don’t know.” It seems to me that if my boyfriend came and made a man’s decision, I would leave with him...

RUSSIAN, AND I CAN!

A few days later Olya was taken to matchmaking. She knew that stealing a girl in Dagestan ends in either marriage or dishonor: a stolen bride is not remarried.

When we arrived, the neighbors came running: “Well, how are you?” - Olya continues. - And I stand and cry again. To say “unhappy” - how so? I'm getting married! He puts a ring on me, wants to kiss me, but I turn away. I never thought that I would be in a white dress with the wrong person with whom I imagined myself, that I could have children from him. My whole life was connected with others. I was very ashamed. Although I didn't do anything like that...

Olya remembers the wedding day. Many girls think that he is the happiest in life, but for her everything was different.

I was ashamed to invite someone to the wedding. Five hundred of his relatives and several of mine. After the wedding, the bride must prepare khinkal. I'm so angry

tired. I think, what kind of khinkal? But I’m standing there, rolling the dough. And nearby young people, brothers, sisters, give advice: you’re skating wrong! Everyone teaches and is surprised: I’m Russian, but I can do it.

Sister Olya puts Safiya to bed. Olya and her friend are discussing whether she could have escaped:

I would have left.

Where? Uphill?

The taxi would have slowed down.

Would I run away, so what? I would have studied in Stavropol, my ex would have worked in Pyatigorsk... It would have been the biggest mistake of my life.

After the wedding, Islam and Olga moved to Stavropol. He did not force her to change her faith, but insisted that the children be Muslims.

Over time, Olya came to terms with her forced marriage. She does not say how much mental effort this cost her, but the birth of her daughter redeemed and made amends for everything:

Somehow I got used to it. And in September, when I found out that I was pregnant, everything immediately changed. I only have my child and my husband. I don't need anything else. I realized how dear he is to me. He took such good care of me during my pregnancy. He brought strawberries, even in winter. I am very happy. Is there a God in the world? It was as if someone was pushing me: go, go. Now I’m thinking: I wish I could bring my wedding back, if only I could go for a walk! The soup is ready. The child is sleeping. We drink tea with cake. We are discussing that Olya will have to change her passport again. Already under a different name. She lives the normal life of a young mother. It was as if there had never been any kidnapping.

If Islam were here, he would tell his version,” Olya smiles. - How he and a friend came to visit Kochubey, and then drove home and felt that the car

it's going hard. I went out to look, and there I was clinging to the trunk and begging him to take me with him. Yes, Islam loves to joke...

FROM THE EDITOR

Bride kidnapping in the Caucasus is a custom that is performed with varying degrees of seriousness. In distant villages they steal for real, which often ruins the fate of young girls. Unable to survive the dishonor, they commit suicide or leave their small homeland forever. And failed suitors, at best, face the curse of the father of the defiled girl, and at worst, a bullet. There are enough such tragic stories in the villages to fill a book. In cities, girls are much more often kidnapped for fun, by mutual consent, knowing full well that kidnapping is a criminal offense. It’s good that the story of Islam and Olga ended with a happy ending. The guy didn’t have to sit, and she didn’t have to climb into the noose. But everything could have been different...