Unequal marriage (Patreon)

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I stood at the door with my whole body pressed against it, trying to hold it with all my might, but my gaze at that moment fell on the mirror in which I saw my reflection. It was incredible, but my worst fears of that moment seemed to be real because in the mirror I saw a frightened woman's face, which completely repeated my emotions at that moment.

Outside the door every now and then I heard exclamations in Russian, which for some reason I now understood. This long, uncomfortable dress really bothered me when I tried to run away from the room where my eyes were looking, and now, breathless with fright, I nervously held the bottom of this dress with my small palms. The tight corset was tightly pressed against my waist, which made it even more difficult to breathe, but at that time it was not as important as the fact that I had no idea how to get out of this situation and this body.

The last thing I remembered before coming here is that I was in Moscow as a tourist. In the Tretyakov gallery with many paintings, I stood with our group of classmates in front of the painting "Unequal Marriage", written in 1862, showing how a beautiful Russian girl is forced to marry an old man because of money.

The guide talked about how unhappy this girl was and about her sad expression on her face in the picture, but at that moment it all seemed funny to me. It seemed to me that it was foolish of her to be upset that she would now have to live in a rich house instead of her beggar and that she could not be upset about it.

- Would you like to be in her place?

Someone from the crowd of listeners asked me, than only provoked my grins and I answered with a smile, planning to wipe my nose with this upstart

- Hah. Why not?

And in a second I was already standing here in a hall full of people in clothes of the 19th century. Instead of comfortable clothes, I was wearing this ridiculous dress and a strange hairstyle on my head. Having stopped smiling, I heard Russian voices around and felt something swaying in my earlobes. Not understanding anything, I just quickly began to run away from here, hoping that this was just some strange dream in which I suddenly found myself.