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There are films that are recognized as cult films and stand apart. They are “not for everyone”, “for subtle connoisseurs” and “for those who understand”. And those who have not mastered them feel insufficiently cultured and are sad. So, friends, let's face it and honestly admit, they really are impossible to watch!

Apocalypse Now/ Apocalypse Now (1979)

The Vietnam War. A special agent makes his way to Cambodia, he has a task to find and destroy a crazy colonel who has set up something like a kingdom of violence in his corner. This film shows the horrors of war through surrealism. But damn, how drawn out it is and how pretentious it is. There is one beautiful scene in it - the famous air raid on the village. It may be worth watching for that and the music alone, but if you didn't like the movie, don't beat yourself up.

A Clockwork Orange (1971)

Everything about this Kubrick film is wonderful. And the violence of the protagonist over everyone, and the violence of medicine over Alex. Not everyone is mentally fit to watch and digest this sweet futuristic England.

Requiem for a Dream/ Requiem for a Dream (2000)

A cinematic exploration of the horrors of drug addiction. Falling into the abyss, hallucinations, depression and hopelessness, helplessness and terrifying despair. With unobtrusive splashes of ecstasy.

The Last House on the Left (1972)

The directorial debut of horror master Wes Craven was not surpassed even by himself. This film is about how two girls were kidnapped, raped, tortured, killed, and then went to the parents of one of them to story line The film received a slightly different, but still cruel, development. Its creators did not even try to hide the fact that they were exploiting our fears and horrors.

The Human Centipede (2009)

There is a movie where everything is bad, scary, disgusting and terrible, but underneath at least there is some kind of idea that needs to be reached, examined and understood if you can get through the dense hell of events. It’s just hell right there, with no bottom and no chance of seeing the idea. In the film, about how three people were sewn together using the anus/mouth system, it seems that they were simply filming someone’s sick fantasy.

Pink Flamingos (1972)

This movie was made to be disliked. Honestly and without trying to pass it off as art. Creepy Babs Johnson lives in a trailer park with her handicapped son and her disgusting egg-obsessed mom. Babs is the dirtiest thing in the world, and her status is the envy of child traffickers. They make a vow that they will be even “dirtier” than their rival. A competition ensues, including arson, bestiality, cannibalism, castration and coprophagy. Thrash standard.

Martyrs/ Martyrs (2008)

When this film was shown, people fainted. Its “18+” restriction is not just a formality. Pain, cruel treatment with children, madness, violence, religious brainwashing, captivity.

Begotten (1990)

Typical description of the film: “God is old and mad, he disembowels himself with a razor in an abandoned house, lonely and unwanted. Mother Earth, waiting for death, gave his still warm body a blowjob and impregnated herself with seed. Far in the desert, she gave birth to the deformed Son of the Earth - Flesh on Bone, where lepers picked him up and went with him on a journey." This art house is favored by film critics. Perhaps because it is silent and black and white, and every frame of it was re-shot from film to enhance the eerie atmosphere.

Funny Games (1997)

Director Michael Haneke liked this film so much that he made it twice. That is, I made a self-remake. The film tells about a family of mother, father and son who came on vacation and let two strangers into their house, who killed their dog and offered to “play”. Yes, it plays on and ridicules Hollywood clichés. But ridicule is when it’s funny, not realistic mockery and five-minute static shots of heroes writhing in horror.

Serbian film / Srpski film (2010)

An ode to endless and limitless violence. For every taste. A prostitute comes to star in porn, but does not yet know that the director is a murderer. Many Serbs are sad that their cinema is now associated with this film. They say that such cinema is needed to be a contrast, so that art does not seem plastic and glossy. But let us somehow decide for ourselves what is going on with our art.

Irreversibility/ Irreversible (2002)

Nine minutes of anal rape in detail. Nine minutes of dense horror, all the stuff you've eaten in the last few hours creeping up your throat.

Eraserhead (1977)

Lynch diligently made this film for five years and proved that he could. Henry, living in a factory town of smoke, noise and shadows, is forced to marry his girlfriend after she claims she is pregnant and ends up fathering a small, non-human mutant child. Now the family faces the problem of nursing this monster, and we go on an excursion to hell. This is the rare case in this collection when there is no gore or violence on the screen, but only persistent despair, madness and a complete loss of contact with reality.

Nekromantik (1987)

Our hero works in a corpse transport team and carries home from work cute souvenirs: a kidney, a lung, a heart, a spleen, a cartilage, a bone. Everything is carefully packed into jars and placed on shelves. And one day he brought home a whole... well, like a whole, half-rotten corpse from the swamp. The problems of sexual relations between necrophiliacs, which are covered in detail in this film, may not captivate everyone. But only a few can separate and understand them.

The Man Behind the Sun / Hei tai yang 731 (1988)

The Japanese command in occupied Manchuria created the concentration camp “Camp 731”. The prisoners - most often Chinese - were used as material for tests of tolerance to extreme conditions (for example, cold and altitude) and for testing bacteriological weapons. Terrible inhumanity, bullying, detachment, shocking naturalism. The author's intention is sealed under seven seals.

Day of the Woman (1978)

The low-budget trash thriller “Day of a Woman,” released in 1978, is known to fans of the genre under another, more juicy title “I Spit on Your Graves.” A kind of “Crime and Punishment”, filled with sex and murder. And the stage sexual violence with one left he devotes himself to “Irreversibility.” Duration, illumination, details.

Salo, or 120 days of Sodom / Salò o le 120 giornate di Sodoma (1975)

Rich, powerful and jaded people have fun. For four months, or almost two hours of screen time, they abuse young boys and girls. They humiliate and rape them. This adaptation of the Marquis de Sade's novel is predictably brutal, and you don't have to understand it just because it's art.

Cannibal Holocaust (1979)

The film was made to show the greed, arrogance, and arrogance of the “people of civilization.” But this was done through unbearable cruelty and cynicism. Experienced trash watchers recommend it, although not for family viewing.

Guinea Pig 2: Flower of Flesh and Blood / Ginî piggu 2: Chiniku no hana (1985)

This is the second film in a whole series. And all of them were filmed without trying to convey any idea or thought. Simple exploitation of disgust: dismemberment, blood, guts and everything that comes with it.

August Underground's Mordum (2003)

Friends amuse themselves by going to rock concerts, and also rape, torture and kill innocent residents. To make it even more immersive, the film was shot in the style of amateur “documentary” filming. Footage of unrelated events is interspersed with slaughter, castration, cannibalism and maggots. In general, stock up on packages if you decide to watch.

Threads (1984)

This is a British drama about theoretical nuclear disaster, which could have happened in the mid-eighties. It's incredibly suspenseful and shows the consequences realistically. nuclear strikes: hunger, radiation sickness, death from it. Chaos and disaster without drinking water, electricity and public order. Pure fear, to the point of cold sweat. And all this while sitting on the sofa.

This happened a very long time ago, in the 80s of the last century. I was then thirty-something, I weighed 53 kg with a height of 164. In a word, I was a young, slender brunette. There were four of us living together: my husband and I, and our sons. Kolya Sr. and Sanya Jr. They are seven years apart. Kolka was a teenager then; in 1985 he was n years old. The story is mainly connected with him.

Since childhood, Kolya has been attracted to girls. He was always not indifferent to them, constantly spying on them, which aroused the wrath of their mothers. People in the kindergarten constantly complained about him about this, including the teachers, whom he also spied on. It was the same with the daughters of friends and relatives. He constantly persuaded them to show their pussies. In a word, Kolyai was a concerned boy. With Sanka everything was different. I didn’t notice anything like that about him. Maybe there was something, but he showed no obvious interest in this topic.

After going to school, Kolya stopped getting caught, but probably because there were fewer opportunities. But he clearly hasn’t lost interest in the female body. Sometimes I noticed this in his reaction to bed scenes in the cinema, random glimpses of women in various everyday situations. Time passed and Kolka began puberty. At the age of n, he began to actively hang out with girls, he really liked them. Only in those days it was not customary to sleep with guys at that age. They, apparently, were also in no hurry to show off their charms. That's why he suffered terribly. I saw it. He was sneaking a peek at me. I wasn’t particularly shy with my sons; when changing clothes, of course, I covered myself, but sometimes they saw me in panties with my chest bare. I never considered it shameful, and my sons did not react much to the breast. But Kolka always looked at the panties, and I saw it. But you understand that the Soviet KGB cowards could not show anything at all.

So, one fine day my sons and I decided to go to the bathhouse together. We have not practiced this before, but this is how the circumstances developed. My husband was sentenced to four years at the time, and I took care of the children alone. I’ll say right away that I didn’t cheat on my husband, I endured it as best I could. Although at times it was completely unbearable.

The bathhouse was with relatives. Usually relatives came to them in families and everyone went to wash, fathers with sons, and mothers with daughters. But I had no choice, and I didn’t want to ask anyone to go with my boys. So we went with them. I'm only wearing white swimming trunks, and they're naked. The bathhouse was small, but cozy. A small dressing room for changing clothes and a washroom with a stove.

We came in and started steaming. First, I broomed the boys one by one, then I asked Kolya to broom me. First he worked on my back, and with his top, when I lay on my back, he began to caress me from the front. I look, and he’s staring at my panties. Knowing his weakness, I didn’t attach any importance to this. And he works carefully with a broom, gently pats the chest and pubis, does not whip. This really made me laugh. I think he understands where women’s sensitive places are. Out of the corner of my eye I see that his pussy is getting hard, but he is trying not to show it. Either he will turn the other side, or he will bend over somehow. But it’s funny for me to watch, I pretend that I don’t notice anything.

We steamed, sat, and began to wash. I washed Sanka, and Kolya washed himself. I rinsed them and sent them to the dressing room to get dressed. I think they will get dressed and go into the house, and I will wash myself alone. Entrance door slammed, the fuss in the dressing room stopped and I decided to start washing. She took off her panties and began to wash herself. I love this thing! It must be said that the wall between the washroom and the dressing room is made of timber and in some places there are cracks. So I’m washing and suddenly I accidentally notice that eyes are watching me through these cracks. I immediately guessed that it was Kolya. Sashka would not have been able to behave so quietly. I think what to do? Go out and yell? And if it closes later, we’ll lose contact. So it’s a transitional age, it’s difficult to communicate.

I thought and thought, and then I decided to let him look, I’ll pretend that I don’t notice anything. Let him look, I don’t mind, there will be food for fantasy later. After all, I know that he’s already jerking off. I wash further and realize that I like it myself, it turns me on. My husband and I have never been in the light. He's a conservative, although I don't mind. There is silence in the dressing room, I feel Kolya in tension. And I'm getting more and more excited.

I wash deliberately slowly, thoroughly soaping everything diligently. At the same time, I try to turn so that my son can see everything clearly. I just understand that he won’t really consider anything. Women didn’t shave their undersides back then, so my hair covered everything. A couple of times I bent over, standing with my back to the partition almost right under the pretext that I was scrubbing my feet. I think let him take a close look at my mother’s pussy up close. Then she placed a bench in the middle of the washroom so that the light fell on it from the small window. I placed it again closer to the partition. She sat down on the bench and began to place her feet on the bench one at a time. Like doing my nails, picking out old polish. And I myself control that the pussy opens and is illuminated with light. There's a stream flowing right next to it. But I don’t show it. Let my son admire it, he won’t lose sight of me. At that time I was still a beautiful woman, there was something to see. The breasts have sagged a little, but she is already a full-fledged four. So it wasn’t really standing before. My butt is round, and then still elastic. I wasn’t flat, and I didn’t cough much. Normal, beautiful butt.

I posed for a while longer, and then began to fill the basin with water, as if I was getting ready to rinse off completely. Kolya understood this and quietly slipped outside. He quietly closed the front door.

Then the days went on as usual. Apparently my son was impressed enough; he jerked off often. But this is normal for his age. Yes, and I got wet from such memories. Before going to bed, as soon as I remember, I immediately put my hand in my panties and quickly brought myself to the desired degree. There was no question of intimacy with his son, and I don’t think he really knew how it was. We both just needed emotions, vivid sensations. That was enough.

Kolya began to treat me differently. He became more caring and attentive. I started helping around the house and carrying bags from stores. He even started washing the dishes. One evening I sat with him, had tea, and asked why such changes? And he replies that you are still young, beautiful, we need to take care of you so that you remain young longer. I was already flushed. But she didn’t hint at our secret, let him think that everything was natural.

Some time passed and Kolyay again began to look for an opportunity to peep. I see this and think I need to help the boy. Looks like we need new impressions. I don’t mind showing him, but the question is how? I’m not going to dump my pussy in his open!

To begin with, I began to trim myself from below. I used a regular “running wave” clipper to cut my pubic area; it looked like hair, but short. Well, I just shaved my lips and butt once a week. Now everything was clearly visible. Before, I didn’t really look there myself and didn’t pay any attention to how my holes looked there. And then I started looking at it and was pleased with the result. I gave birth easily; I didn’t gain much weight during my pregnancies. That's why I liked my reflection in the mirror. There were few stretch marks, the stomach did not hang. Of course, the tummy was small, but then the sides did not hang. The butt had not yet sagged, it was elastic and round. My pussy looked good. She is not large, but medium in size with plump outer lips. My skin is slightly dark, the vulva itself is bright scarlet inside, and the small lips at the edges are dark, almost black. The clitoris is large, but not huge. As soon as I get excited, he crawls out from under the hood. In a word, I liked it. I did all this in the hope that my son would like it too. In the bathhouse, he could not see all this in detail. And let me remind you that in those days there was no Internet, no magazines of any kind, and promiscuous girls were a rarity. So let him have fun!

I began to notice how he spied on me in the toilet. There, the door below had cracked a little, and through the small gap that had formed one could see a little. Only the viewing angle was very small and if I had changed my position a little, he would not have seen anything. But I allowed them to look at me. I’ll go in, realize that he’s nearby and slowly take off my panties, turn around a little so that I can see at least something and sit down on the toilet. I say, then I get up and blot my pussy with a piece of paper. Only there was nothing else visible there except the crack, and I understood that. When I had my period, I changed my position, leaned a little forward, and he couldn’t see anything.

Then he stopped watching my trips to the potty. I guess I didn't see much there. I understand this. I'm thinking what to do? And the boy needs impressions and that turns me on. In a word, we need to come up with something.

We started some renovations. We decided to wallpaper it. Sashka is still small and he is no help to us, so we glued together with Kolka. The walls were prepared the day before, and wallpapering began over the weekend. It's summer, it's hot. And wallpaper should be glued with the windows closed so that there are no drafts. Otherwise, the wallpaper will be in folds and may burst in places. So we are gluing wallpaper, Kolka is in shorts, and I am in a robe over my naked body, but in shorts. We glue it like this: I glue the top on the stool, Kolya, standing, is responsible for the middle and bottom. We glue and glue and I notice that my son is sneaking a peek under my robe. But I see his disappointment. Soon it became very hot and we were pouring sweat. We took a break, drank some tea and went on to continue. While washing my face, I took off my panties, as if it were very hot. We started work. Kolya had apparently already lost interest, thinking that panties weren’t that interesting to look at. But I provoked him by standing on my toes to wipe the chandelier. And then my son notices the change that has occurred. His mouth dropped open. Then, as if by accident, I allowed him to examine my beauty. When he straightened the bottom of the sheet of wallpaper, I asked him something, and he answered by raising his head as if looking into my eyes. Well, at the same time he studied my bottom. I also liked this game. Kolya tried to look behind him, apparently he wanted to see it in all its glory. In front, you can only see a slit and the clitoris and lips sticking out slightly from it. That's all. The rest is not visible. But I couldn’t play up such a situation so that everything looked natural and gave me the opportunity to look at everything in detail. In general, we are done gluing. From my son’s reactions, I realized that he was pleased. I didn’t leave the toilet for about thirty minutes!

Days passed and I sometimes imagined Kolka having the opportunity to look between my legs. Naturally, it was all kind of by chance and I didn’t notice anything. We had enough of these emotions. Sometimes, while caressing myself with a finger, I so wanted to just spread my legs and call my son so that he could examine everything up close in detail, but I drove this thought away from myself, although it made me even more excited. This is our womanhood.

And then one evening after work I’m preparing dinner and Kolka comes into the kitchen and asks when we’ll go to the bathhouse again. I asked him why he suddenly wanted it? After all, it seems like it’s still summer, few people like to steam in the summer. He replied that he simply loved the bathhouse. I made an agreement with my relatives for the weekend, they told me to come.

The boys and I came and some other relatives came. My cousin with my husband and children. They have a son and a daughter. We missed them. Then our time came, but Sashka started to freak out and didn’t want to go to the bathhouse. I didn’t insist and he ran to play with the children. And Kolka and I went to the bathhouse. Only I took very thin, slightly stretched white swimming trunks for the bath. When wet they are very translucent.

Everyone took a steam bath as before, sat on the shelves, chatted about something, caught their breath and began to wash. Kolka washed himself, and I washed his head and neck. I’m standing there, and I made him face me and wash his head. The panties are a little stretched and don't fit snugly. From below they sag slightly and give me the opportunity to see the edges of my pussy a little. I see Kolka almost melting my swimming trunks with his eyes, but trying to be unnoticed. And I myself can see that short pubic hairs are showing through the thin fabric. I laugh in my heart at this conspiracy. Then it was time for me to wash. I ask Kolka to help me wash my back. He readily agreed. I lay down on the shelf on my stomach. He took the soap, lathered me up and started working with the washcloth. I washed my back and legs thoroughly. Stealthily walked over the ass. I adjusted my panties, freeing up more of my buttocks. He took the hint and began to wash my buns. I asked if they would wash me in front, if I was tired? Kolya busily began to soap up, carefully avoiding the breasts and pussy. I didn't provoke him. So little was visible. I also went through everything well with a washcloth, a couple of times as if accidentally touching my pubis with my palm. I have not noticed". Then I sent him to the dressing room to get dressed. Everything repeated like last time. He puffed there, dug around and sort of went outside. But I understood everything, it was not in vain that I prepared so much for this. She took off her swim shorts and rinsed them. I started treating my legs and toes according to the old scenario. It was light outside, and sitting on a bench, I could show off my beauty very well. I looked there myself and was embarrassed that it was pouring out of me like a river. The pussy was aching sweetly, the clitoris was swollen like never before, and the whole thing came out from under the hood. Then she took a ladle and washed her girl thoroughly. She spread it with her fingers and walked her finger inside a little. I could barely restrain myself from caressing the clitoris, although the desire was incredible. In short, I let my son look at everything carefully. Then I started to rinse off, and he quietly went outside.

I could tell from my son’s behavior that he was incredibly happy. We have new emotions, food for our fantasies.

We went to the bathhouse together this way several more times. Everything followed the same scenario. I always carefully prepared the day before so that my son would be satisfied and I could bring out new colors myself. One day, when I was already washing up, I felt that I really wanted to write. I just didn’t know what to do. Will Kolka like this picture or not? Then I felt that I couldn’t stand it any longer and decided to do it. She moved a little to the corner where the water was draining, sat down carefully to provide a view for her son, and began to hiss. I’m sitting, blowing the pipe, the stream is powerful and still doesn’t end, but I myself feel how the languor in the lower abdomen turns into an orgasm. In a word, I came with the last drops of urine. It was a completely new feeling. I have never experienced anything like this. It took me a huge effort not to scream out loud with pleasure. I sat a little longer and could barely stand on wobbly legs. I tried to behave naturally so that my son would not understand anything. She splashed water there with a ladle to wash away the remaining urine.

Later, on our other trips to the bathhouse, I also peed a couple more times, but I didn’t manage to cum, somehow I couldn’t get in the mood, and it’s better this way, otherwise I would suddenly scream. My girl whined sweetly and in the evening I spoiled her from the bottom of my heart. Kolka apparently also liked to see my pissing pussy.

During that time since our first wash, his pussy grew from a small pod, the size of mine middle finger, turned into a decent dick. When I noticed in the bathhouse that he was getting hard, I couldn’t help but stare. He was shy and in this state tried not to show it. But apparently he had already studied my charms enough and could control himself, so his erection did not last long. But Sashka didn’t care about my translucent wet panties. Several times I washed his hair, deliberately posing in front of his face, but he didn’t stare at it, but whined to finish it faster. I even tried to lower my panties slightly so that a little pubic hair was visible and the lower part was weakened, forming a small visible space there. Kolka immediately noticed this and hovered nearby. That's the difference.

There was another case that was indicative for me. One day before going to bed, Sanya asked me to read fairy tales to him. He loved them very much, and I read them often. We settled down on a double bed in my husband and I’s bedroom. I sat on the right, placing a pillow under my back and leaning on the back. Sanya lay down next to me with his back to me. He always loved to lie down so that I could stroke the top of his head. I started reading. After some time, Kolyai joined us. At first he lay down diagonally, placing his head on my legs. After a few minutes I felt uncomfortable and my leg went numb. We fidgeted this way and that, changed positions, but it still wasn’t very comfortable. As a result, he ended up between my legs, placing his head between my pubis and thigh. It seemed like it was more or less convenient. I continued reading. Sanka fell asleep and I, stroking Kolya’s head, continued reading. Soon I realized that he was sleeping. I sit and also switch off, but I’m too lazy to get up. She reached out her hand, turned off the lamp and fell into sleep.

I woke up to Kolya fidgeting between my legs. Careful so as not to wake me up. Slowly he slides down and tries to lay his cheek on my pubis. I'm in a nightie and panties. I think maybe in a dream? But then I understand that he arranged himself this way on purpose, my nightie rode up and he lies on my panties, pressing his cheek to my pussy. Naturally, my legs are spread apart, because the boy is between them. I lie there, thinking about what will happen next. And it’s not very comfortable in this position, but oh well, I’ll be patient for a little while. I feel Kolya trying to rub against my crotch, but it’s not comfortable for him, it only reaches the pubis and a little lower. Then I feel they are trying to get there with my nose, I also rubbed the tip of my nose a little, but it doesn’t work any lower. It’s already starting to make me laugh, I think how much he likes my girl. And then it hit me like an electric shock. I feel that he is kissing me through my panties. I’m lying there and don’t know what to do. And he tries to gently pry up the edge of the fabric with his tongue and lick my pussy. Of course I was very pleased with this. No one has kissed me there yet. But I couldn’t allow my son to lick my pussy! I’m lying there and thinking how to get out of this situation without scaring the boy? Moreover, I’m afraid that I’ll leak now and then it will definitely turn out ugly. I have so much lubrication that everything would get wet at once. But my son doesn’t let up, I feel he’s already got close to the edge of the vagina. In a word, I snore loudly and twitched in my sleep. He stopped and pulled back. I moved around a little more and began to massage my leg, as if I was lying down. Then Kolyay went to the toilet, where he apparently shuddered and went to his bed. I lay there some more, but couldn’t sleep. I kept wondering if I had gone too far. But Kolka’s behavior did not change; he was still affectionate and caring. And I no longer allowed such situations. I only understood then that my son wanted to please me. After all, he didn’t take out his pussy, didn’t tug at it when he explored my crotch with his tongue. Of course, these were also new sensations for him, so he immediately went to relieve the tension. Before going to bed, I washed myself, the linen was fresh. I don’t think he experienced any discomfort then.

We lived like this for some time. I sometimes allowed Kolka to see my beauty. Then my husband was released. I resumed my former sex life, and Kolya saw my holes less and less. But he has already grown up and has already started fucking girls. But my pussy still clearly aroused his interest. I felt it.

Then he entered military school and left for another city. Graduated, got married, had children. Everything is fine with him. There was nothing like that with Sashka; this topic didn’t bother him much. He grew up, got married, and also had children. Everything seems to be fine too.

Many times I wanted to talk to Kolya about that period of our lives, but somehow I couldn’t start a conversation, and he didn’t start it either. I was interested in what sensations he experienced then, I wanted to hear what I looked like then, whether my efforts were in vain. Maybe he really thinks that I didn’t notice anything?

Only now I notice a difference in my sons. Kolya understands women better, pleases his wife better, feels us women better. With his wife we ​​have a good relationship, so she often shares intimate details with me.

I am very grateful to him for that period. Probably those emotions saved me from betrayal. I love my husband very much and never wanted to cheat on him. But few people can survive four years without satisfaction. The bottom hurt, it was unbearable. And so I had food for my sexual fantasies, which helped me discharge. Before this, I could not bring myself to the point of release. And after she began to show Kolka her charms, everything changed. Before going to bed, as soon as I thought about it, it immediately began to flow in streams, my clitoris became engorged with blood. In just a few touches she came so hard she was almost screaming and arching.

My husband liked my haircut below. In the dark he stroked him, even caressed him with his tongue, but in the light he didn’t want to, he was embarrassed. But that didn't bother me much.

Stacy Wehrman lives in Traverse City, Michigan. One day she saw her daughter playing in the toilet. The mother took a photograph of the girl and was about to send the picture to her husband, but then the daughter told what she was really doing.

What she heard gave the woman goosebumps. The truth outraged her to the core, and Stacey described what happened on her Facebook page. The cry of this mother’s soul found support among several tens of thousands of people, because she spoke about truly terrifying things!

It turned out that the girl, who is not yet four years old, climbed onto the toilet for a reason. Thus, she decided to show her mother what they were taught in kindergarten. There, three-year-old children were taught the basics of survival in the event of an attack by armed terrorists!

After the tragedy in Orlando, society is extremely concerned about the problem of terrorism. Many organizations have begun to conduct special courses for their employees, which tell them how to behave in extreme situations. With the consent of management kindergarten, where Stacey Wehrman’s daughter goes, even little children are taught this!

In particular, the lesson said that if during an armed robbery you find yourself in the toilet, then you need to stand on the toilet so that the criminal does not see your feet under the door.

“Politicians, look at this picture. It is your fault that our children, grandchildren, and subsequent generations are forced to live in constant fear. They are barely 3 years old and are already learning how to hide in the toilet. Their carefree childhood was simply stolen from them!

I'm not saying that gun control will completely eradicate crime, but if it helps even one or two percent, then why not try it? Why is there no universal owner database in the world? firearms?» - asks the woman.

Yes, what a terrible time our children had to live in... Every word of Stacey is right on target! And if you were touched by the sincere words of this woman, share them with your friends.

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Other prisoners considered Mikhail Tuvatin “offended”, and the prison administration thanked

Passions around the resonant story of the murder of a 9-year-old girl by a repeat offender in Saratov do not subside. Every now and then there are reports in the media that the killer was secretly taken out of the region after investigative actions were carried out (when he was caught, a crowd of local residents almost lynched the scumbag), the Human Rights Commissioner refused to protect him, and the villain’s father called for his son to be shot . It was after this that active discussion began in society about lifting the moratorium on the death penalty. Meanwhile, MK managed to find former convicts who served time in the same colony with the accused of massacre of a child, and ex-prisoners who remember him.

Mikhail Tuvatin was born in September 1984 in Saratov. He was convicted of his first crime - stealing money - at the age of 19. Then Themis took pity on Mikhail and sentenced him to 3 months of imprisonment. But less than six months later it was closed again. This time, Mikhail went to prison for a year for lewd acts - he showed the child his genitals. After serving from bell to bell, he was released in October 2005. According to the recollections of neighbors, after the second term, Mikhail no longer wanted to return to prison and tried to settle down in freedom.

I don’t know whether they put him in prison then or not, but one hundred percent there were questions for him, because the article was shameful. His mother ran and fussed about him. He returned, tried for several years to get a job various works, but changed them. Quiet, secretive. “I didn’t really communicate with anyone in the yard,” said someone the same age as Mikhail, who lives on the same street in the center of Saratov.

This was the longest period Tuvatin spent in freedom. Nobody remembers anything remarkable about him; the neighbors all know that there is a guy who spent half his life in prison, got out and went back to prison. Third conviction in criminal biography Mikhaila appeared in January 2009 for theft with illegal entry into a home. After serving two years, on December 31 he left the camp gates and went to his hometown. Mother has already covered New Year's table, but my son didn’t make it. About 20 km from Saratov, in the city of Engels, Mikhail drank and attacked a girl. Tuvatin robbed her and raped her, for which he was sentenced to six and a half years in April 2011.

On August 27, he jumped out of the “funnel” at the gate to the colony. It’s immediately obvious that he’s intimidated, and in his personal file there is a note about his understated social status, - says a former employee of IK-17. - So he already came to us with his head down or, as they say in the movies, “a rooster.”

Upon examination, Tuvatin was found to have tattoos - a scorpion on his shoulder blade, the word “legion” on his left shoulder, and a shield and sword on his right shoulder. All of them have military significance. In the first months, Mikhail’s tag was “decorated” with a black stripe - a sign that he was on preventive registration as “prone to encroachments on sexual freedom and sexual integrity” or to sodomy.

From quarantine he was taken to barrack 10. This is a housekeeping unit. But he didn’t act out, he immediately fell on a rag there and practically lived in the toilet, where his main place of work was for the entire term. This is not the most unscrupulous offended person, he had his own dishes, even at first, parcels arrived. But he ran his household separately, and even with people like him, he didn’t really communicate. They beat him several times, but not hard, mostly at the beginning for training. And so he performed his duties, cleaned the toilet, and no one paid attention to him,” said a former prisoner of IK-17.

Six and a half years in this situation apparently finished off the already unstable psyche of the prisoner with pronounced sexual inclinations. Throughout his life, he maintained contact only with his mother. Over the years, he graduated from evening school and at a local university he studied to become a molder, milling machine operator and electrician.

True, he went to study not with the goal of mastering new professions, but in order to diversify his camp life. However, in the classrooms he had to perform the same duties. During all this time, Tuvatin never received any penalties; on the contrary, the colony administration rewarded him as many as five times - two additional parcels in 2012 and thanks in 2013, 2014 and 2015. Mikhail was not registered with a psychiatrist or psychologist. He was released in the summer of 2017, but none of the neighbors noticed anything unusual in the former prisoner. Judging by Tuvatin's social media accounts, he was obsessed with sex.

After Mikhail was captured and showed the operatives where he hid the body of the girl whom the whole world was looking for, he was almost torn to pieces by the crowd. People who gathered at the scene of the investigative actions in the garage cooperative rocked the police “bobby” and demanded that the pedophile be handed over to them. It is noteworthy that at that time the main version was the reprisal of a pervert against his victim. But after this terrible story The whole country drew attention, and the Chairman of the Investigative Committee, Alexander Bastrykin, sent forensic investigators from the central office of the department to Saratov, this crime began to be interpreted in a different form - Tuvatin was charged only with the murder of a minor. There are rumors that, due to the resonance, they decided to portray Tuvatin as simply an embittered prisoner, and not a pedophile. This would be beneficial to those who were supposed to supervise Tuvatin after his last release. The fact is that according to the law, the court assigns administrative supervision to all those convicted of crimes against sexual integrity shortly before their release. IN Saratov region there is an unspoken “rule” - those who have that same black stripe of sodomy are given two years. That is, the supervision should have ended exactly at the end of the summer of 2019. But how could it be stopped when you just need to look at Mikhail Tuvatin’s page on social networks, which is replete with subscriptions to pornographic public pages? Moreover, all these perversions appeared in the criminal’s account long before the expiration of the supervision period. Who and why did not carry out basic preventive work with a dangerous repeat offender is a big question.

In 2012, children were playing in a playground in a village in southern Australia. The adults accidentally overheard a conversation between the children and one boy: he said that his sister had just given birth to a child, but the family did not know for sure which of her siblings was the father of the newborn. Such a shocking statement from the child's mouth prompted witnesses to immediately call the police, and thus the authorities discovered the Colt family's camp in the forest. What they saw shocked them.

The family settled down thoroughly in the forest: in addition to old wagons and tents, they found several sheds and even their own playground: it was built for 12 children who almost never left the camp. This is not surprising: the children of the Colt clan were real Mowgli. They could not read, write, and some even speak; they had no idea how to use the shower and toilet paper. In addition, some of the children had physical and mental disabilities, which made witnesses suspect something terrible. And the suspicions, alas, were justified: all 38 people were members of the same family, and the children were born as a result of incest. Moreover, incest had been practiced in this family for four generations.

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The history of this family began in New Zealand in the middle of the last century, when June Colt was born, the daughter of her brother and sister. June married a man named Tim and emigrated with him to Australia in the mid-70s. The couple was not interested in traditional family life: they preferred to live on wheels, traveling to the most remote corners of the country. This, however, did not stop them from producing four daughters and two sons. After this, the Colt family continued only through incest.

The head of the clan was Betty Colt, the second daughter of June and Tim. She gave birth to 13 children, and insisted that the fathers of the children were her casual lovers. But genetic testing showed that all 13 of Betty’s children were born to her either from her father or from her brothers. Betty's 30-year-old daughter Raylene (Betty had her at 16) is the mother of 13-year-old Kimberly. Kimberly's father, according to the examination, is either Raylene's brother or father. Betty's second daughter, Tammy, gave birth to three children. In addition, it is assumed that Betty herself is the product of incest: June probably gave birth to her not from Tim, but from her own father.

Betty's brother Charlie and her sister Martha lived in a separate tent as husband and wife. Martha gave birth to 6 children. Another of Betty's sisters, Rhonda is a mother of five.

All these children were born as a result of incest. They are already the fourth generation of children born to close relatives, and this has seriously affected their health and development. In addition, life in the camp deprived them of the opportunity to compensate for this: in fact, no one cared for the children. They slept in a tent among rotting food scraps and cigarette butts, not far from open containers of feces. None of them knew how to brush their teeth or use toilet paper. Police found a wild kangaroo sleeping in one of the children's cribs.

In addition, those of the children who could speak and were able to talk about the life of the camp admitted something terrible: they were all involved in an incestuous relationship. Adults encouraged children to have sex with their parents, brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts, and so on. Kimberly said she performed oral sex on her nine-year-old uncle in front of her eight-year-old aunt. Two more teenage girls admitted that they had become pregnant by relatives, but the older women of the clan helped them arrange a miscarriage so that bystanders would not suspect anything.