Yama: the pit eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 367 pages of information about Yama.
at times with gross haste, they choose any woman they like and know beforehand that they will never meet refusal.  Impatiently they pay their money in advance, and on the public bed, not yet grown cold after the body of their predecessor, aimlessly commit the very greatest and most beautiful of all universal mysteries—­the mystery of the conception of new life.  And the women with indifferent readiness, with uniform words, with practiced professional movements, satisfy their desires, like machines—­only to receive, right after them, during the same night, with the very same words, smiles and gestures, the third, the fourth, the tenth man, not infrequently already biding his turn in the waiting room.

So passes the entire night.  Towards daybreak Yama little by little grows quiet, and the bright morning finds it depopulated, spacious, plunged into sleep, with doors shut tightly, with shutters fixed on the windows.  But toward evening the women awaken and get ready for the following night.

And so without end, day after day, for months and years, they live a strange, incredible life in their public harems, outcast by society, accursed by the family, victims of the social temperament, cloacas for the excess of the city’s sensuality, the guardians of the honour of the family—­four hundred foolish, lazy, hysterical, barren women.

CHAPTER II.

Two in the afternoon.  In the second-rate, two-rouble establishment of Anna Markovna everything is plunged in sleep.  The large square parlor with mirrors in gilt frames, with a score of plush chairs placed decorously along the walls, with oleograph pictures of Makovsky’s Feast of the Russian Noblemen, and Bathing, with a crystal lustre in the middle, is also sleeping, and in the quiet and semi-darkness it seems unwontedly pensive, austere, strangely sad.  Yesterday here, as on every evening, lights burned, the most rollicking of music rang out, blue tobacco smoke swirled, men and women careered in couples, shaking their hips and throwing their legs on high.  And the entire street shone on the outside with the red lanterns over the street doors and with the light from the windows, and it seethed with people and carriages until morning.

Now the street is empty.  It is glowing triumphantly and joyously in the glare of the summer sun.  But in the parlor all the window curtains are lowered, and for that reason it is dark within, cool, and as peculiarly uninviting as the interiors of empty theatres, riding academies and court buildings usually are in the middle of the day.

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