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The number of reports that have emerged since the start of the war in late February suggests that rape in Ukraine at the hands of Russian soldiers may be widespread. Those fears were further crystallized earlier this month following the Russian withdrawal from Bucha, a suburb of the capital Kyiv, where some two dozen women and girls were "systematically raped" by Russian forces, according to Ukraine's ombudswoman for human rights, Lyudmyla Denisova.
One example she points to is the violence that took place in Bucha. Denisova, the Ukrainian ombudswoman for human rights, described the situation to the BBC: "About 25 girls and women aged 14 to 24 were systematically raped during the occupation in the basement of one house in Bucha. Nine of them are pregnant. Russian soldiers told them they would rape them to the point where they wouldn't want sexual contact with any man, to prevent them from having Ukrainian children."
Rape can also weaken social ties if the victim is then rejected by her own family or community, as has been the plight of many Nigerian girls and women kidnapped and impregnated by Boko Haram fighters. Even when the women escape and make it home, community members have told researchers the children had "bad blood" transmitted from their fathers.
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Wages nearly always go by piecework, and they vary according to skill.In the cotton mills a man may earn anything between 15d. and4s. 4d. a day, and a woman between 10d. and2s. 4d. In the woollen mills a weaver makes about3s. 5d. a day, and he has two assistants (generallygirls) who make from 1s. 10d. to 2s. 4d.each. The ironworkers, as I said, get a rather higher wage, but themaximum, I think, in no case is over 30s. a week, and I doubt ifthe average, including women and girls, is over 15s.
There was also a violent outbreak of revolution in Riga, and theLetts of the three Baltic Provinces of Esthonia, Livonia, andCourland, rose against the Government, and burnt some of thecountry houses belonging to German landowners who had inheritedestates from the Teutonic Orders of Knight and other Prussianconquerors in the Middle Ages.
That was the main and serious line of attack, as the revolutionistsdesigned it. But at the time it was hard to understand their purpose,for in street fighting one can get no view, the firing comes from manysides at once, and you are open to equal danger from friend or foe.There is no front or rear, and you feel you are nothing but flanks. Toevery point of the compass you are exposed; there is no obvious line ofadvance, for the enemy may always be behind you. And there is no lineof retreat, for at any moment your communications with your base may becut, and you may be shot at for hours from street to street before youcan get home for food or sleep. But the greatest difficulty in graspingthe situation at once arose from the mere numbers of the barricadeswhich had been already thrown up since the previous night. Over a largepart of the district barricades had grown up quite at random. Theyappeared in every lane. Miniature barricades crossed the footpaths onthe Boulevard [147]gardens. They were especially thick in the Tsvietnoi,or Flower Boulevard, and often so flimsy that a push would knock themover. As signs of spiritual grace, nothing could have been nobler, forthey were the work of high-hearted young men and girls, who, havingread that barricades are the proper things in revolution, hastened tobuild them anywhere and anyhow. Tubs, shutters, gates, iron railings,telegraph poles, and front doors were hurriedly piled across a streetor path, and left standing there as a menace to tyrants. So they werea menace to tyrants. Every bandbox there proved the deep-rooted hatredto tyranny. But not one of them would stop a bullet, and there was nopossibility or intention of defending them for a moment. They were thework of splendid children learning to make war, and when at last theywere torn up and burnt, one passed over their smouldering ruins withthe regret we feel for broken toys.
Going on, I had to leave the trees and cross the open road. At theentrance to a yard there, I found a small group of people leaning overanother woman, who had just been hit and was lying helpless on thepavement, her eyes white and her breath coming and going heavily. Shewas a well-dressed girl in a long fur coat, possibly a revolutionist,but more likely a sympathetic spectator. The bullet had struck throughher skirts, and a man was trying to stop the terrible bleeding bytwisting two handkerchiefs round the leg. We carried her unconscious toa large house about a hundred yards up the hill, where a red-cross flagwas flying. It may have been a permanent hospital, for the ambulancestations, afterwards organized by the Zemstvo or Town Council, werenot ready then. The soldiers did not fire at us, though we had comeinto close range. All through those early days of the fighting, the redcross was respected, and people who were carrying the wounded, evenwithout the ambulance badges, were not often fired at. A change camelater on, and even to red-cross girls no mercy was shown. This changewas due to a special order from Admiral Dubasoff.
The race is like the language. Ages have passed[268] over the people sincefirst they settled down among the sandy heaths and quiet watercoursesof the Baltic shore. Their hair and eyes have changed from dark tofair. Their religion has changed from primitive nature-worship toCatholicism, and then to Lutheranism. Evangelical they still remain,though Russia has tried hard for twenty-five years to make themOrthodox. But at heart they continue as they originally were, speakingthe same tongue, doing the same work, and building the same houses.On almost any farm you may see the conical outdoor kitchens, modelledon the very huts that they built as they walked from Asia before manlearnt his letters. Even their modern farmhouses are constructed on avery ancient type. They are made entirely of wood without any iron,even without nails, the corner joints being dovetailed together withperfect skill. The roofs too, though sometimes thatched with reeds, arenearly always formed of wooden slabs like slates. Round the centralhouse of two large rooms, with high lofts for winter storage, severalwings or extra chambers are thrown out, for the labourers (Knechte),or for poorer people who cannot afford a house of their own, but paya rent in money or work. In this way I have seen five other familiesgathered round one peasant court or farm (Gesinde, as it is called,the old German word, like the use of Knechte, marking the date of thePrussian occupation).
Such was the outlook of workmen in the towns. But about eighty percent. (something over 8,000,000) of the Poles are agriculturists, andnearly half of these have no land of their own, but are forced towander round as labourers, some 200,000 of them going into East Prussiayearly[290] for the harvest, and most of them working in towns from timeto time. It is true that the peasants are slowly buying more and moreland from the bankrupt old nobility, who used to own Poland, and werethe chief cause of her ruin as a nation. The average price they pay forthe land is from 5 to 6 an acre, and the average peasant holding isseventeen acres. But this division into plots is at present loweringthe standard of agriculture, and so things will go from bad to worsetill the peasant gains a little learning, and puts science into hisprimitive methods. At present more than half of the populations cannotwrite or read, and the proportion of schools to the number of childrenis actually decreasing. In Warsaw alone there are 60,000 children forwhom there is no place in school, and the amount spent on educationper head of the population is 6d., as compared with 9s.7d. in Berlin. Yet the Poles justly boast themselves bettereducated and more intelligent than average Russians. In brains andWestern knowledge they are immensely in advance.
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