The story of the maids

In a marvelous new world, women do not have the right to own property, work, love, read and write. They cannot run in the morning, arrange picnics and parties, they are forbidden to marry a second time. They left only one function. Fredova is a maid. Once a day she can go shopping, but she is not supposed to talk or remember. Once a month she meets with her master - a commander - and prays that a healthy child is obtained from their intercourse. Because in the marvelous new world, the maid is just a vessel of reproduction. The firing nerves of the laureate of the laureate of the Buker Prize Margaret Etwood “The story of the maid” is a convincing panorama of the future, which can begin tomorrow.

Before us is a story that a woman named Fredova tells, the story is terrible and unthinkable, the story of how women turned into slaves, how the despots hide behind the name of God. Fredova no longer has a name, her master’s name is Fred, which means she is Fredova. It will be the owner of some kind of Pete - she will be Pitova. And yet Fredova is a kind, smart and insightful woman, not without a sense of humor.. She was deprived of not only the name, she no longer has a husband, daughter, other clothes, except for a disgusting red hoodie, symbolizing fertility, and white wings covering her face, there is even an opportunity to commit self. All methods of suicide are provided and the maid has no chance to even die of his own free will. Not a single second of freedom is no longer. Night is my time. What I want, then I do, if I do not mumble. If I don't move. If I lie down and do not move. What did the maid Fredova say? After the victory of Galaad, the government, preoccupied with low birth rate, fell upon women. Centers were created where slaves were prepared, who should give birth to children for barren women of higher social status, the wives of the commanders. Unable to give birth are declared “non -war” and sent to camps, where they work, for example, on the processing of toxic waste and quickly die. So being a servant is not the worst. Probably not the worst...