Currently in Russia, adultery does not cause surprise or censure in society. Our people are quite careless about modern institution marriage. But there are countries in which relations within the family are regulated by the state. And a very high price can be paid for treason.
Mali
Lives in Mali great amount tribes, the laws of which differ significantly from each other. The Dogon tribe sees nothing wrong with treason. Women are prohibited from joining sexual intercourse only with in-laws. For such a fault, exposed lovers can be expelled from the tribe forever.
Switzerland
In Switzerland, the unfaithful spouse loses the right to register new marriage within 3 years. Turkey
In this country, since 1996, not only women, but also men have been punished for treason. This offense is punishable by imprisonment for up to 5 years.
Iran
Since 1990, a law has been in force in Iran, according to which a male relative (not only her husband) has the right to kill a woman convicted of adultery without trial. Men get off with a simple public censure for treason. Indonesia
In this country, adultery is punishable by up to 15 years in prison. Papua New Guinea
In this republic, the most terrible sanctions against unfaithful spouses. Deceived husbands are not only permitted but commanded to behead their wives' lovers. At the same time, the wives are not killed, but before the execution, the convict must eat the finger of his mistress.
China
In China, both women and men are punished for adultery. Two years in prison with confiscation of half of the property.
Vietnam
In 2013, the government of this country passed a law according to which every unfaithful spouse is required to pay a fine. And it ranges from 1 million to 3 million Vietnamese dong (about $45-145).
To be disrespectful to whom. Razg. To prevent anyone from doing the same. - So I ask you, Sergei Ilyin, ”she said at the end,“ judge Kutorga to the fullest extent of the law, judge according to merit, judge in such a way that he and others like him would not be confused with enemies in the future.(F. Nasedkin. Big family).
Phrasebook Russian literary language. - M.: Astrel, AST. A. I. Fedorov. 2008 .
Synonyms:See what "To be discourteous" is in other dictionaries:
to be disrespectful- to wean, discourage, discourage Dictionary of Russian synonyms. so that it would be disrespectful to say, the number of synonyms: 6 who discouraged the hunt (6) ... Synonym dictionary
to be disrespectful- To no longer become a habit. Punish in such a way that it was disrespectful ... Dictionary of many expressions
not to be awkward- Adverb, number of synonyms: 3 so that it is disrespectful (3) so that you do not want to repeat (3) ... Synonym dictionary
To continue to be disrespectful- To henceforth it was discourteous. Wed At dinner I thought: get up, go up to this gentleman and smash all his impudent physiognomy to dust, so that others would not be indulgent. Turgenev. Nov. 10. Wed. You, says Aksinya, do not spoil the girl, but punish her ... ... Michelson's Big Explanatory Phraseological Dictionary (original spelling)
so that henceforth, so that it would be disrespectful to others, so that there would be no other habits- Cm … Synonym dictionary
to continue to be disrespectful- Wed. At dinner I thought: get up, go up to this gentleman and smash his whole impudent physiognomy into dust, so that it would not be habitual for others. Turgenev. Nov. 10. Wed. You, says Aksinya, do not spoil the girl, but punish her with the world, so that there will be no other habits. ... ... Michelson's Big Explanatory Phraseological Dictionary
to be disrespectful- Adverb, number of synonyms: 3 so as not to be habitual (3) so as not to want to repeat (3) ... Synonym dictionary
not want to repeat- Adverb, number of synonyms: 3 so that it would not be habitual (3) so that it would not be habitual (3) ... Synonym dictionary
disrespectfully- in func. skaz. Obsolete Unusual, not comfortable. * In the field of one, it’s hoarse, In the field of one, it’s disrespectful (Nekrasov). ◊ To be discourteous. So that it doesn't become a habit. Punish in such a way that it was disrespectful ... encyclopedic Dictionary
disrespectfully- in func. tale; obsolete Unusual, not comfortable. * In the field of one, it’s hoarse, In the field of one, it’s disrespectful (Nekrasov) so that it’s disrespectful ... Dictionary of many expressions
Books
- About the Kid, who could count to ten, Preisn Alf. The protagonist fairy tales of the famous Norwegian poet, writer and composer Alf Preussen - The kid who learned to count to ten. He can't wait to put his knowledge into practice...
The joy of returning to the Urals was overshadowed by a sad feeling: I found few, very few old militants here ...
Ivan and Erasmus Kadomtsev were in exile in Paris, Mikhail languished in hard labor in the Tobolsk Central along with Alyosha Chevardin and other Sims. But not with everyone: Pavel Guzakov and several other prisoners, transferred from Tobolsk to the construction of the Amur road, also fled to Japan, from there they moved to America, then to France. Petya Guzakov also managed to escape from the Ufa prison. He moved abroad, studied at the party school created by V. I. Lenin in Longjumeau, near Paris. With the task of Vladimir Ilyich, he returned to Russia. Issued by a provocateur, he was captured and tried. The party used money and the most experienced lawyers, and Petya received a short term. After his release, he was sent to Lena. Petr Artamonov - "Bear cub", my classmate in Lviv, lived in France. Volodya Alekseev - "Black" - rattled his shackles in the Alexander penitentiary.
And so about anyone you ask - executed ... in hard labor ... in exile ... in exile ...
However, the gendarmes still failed to burn "sedition" in the Urals. The Ural Bolsheviks, in conditions of the deepest underground, managed to preserve the core of their forces.
And now the Ural organization was coming to life, replenished with young workers, preparing for new battles. Strikes broke out more and more frequently in the Urals. The legal Bolshevik Pravda was widely distributed, eagerly read. In terms of the number of its subscribers, the Urals occupied one of the first places in Russia.
But there were still few party organizers, each one counted.
I was immediately hired. First of all, they were sent to cities and factories to establish contacts. Then I participated in the release of leaflets, in their delivery to the places.
And soon, by a coded order, I was summoned to Ufa. The committee conceived a deal of unprecedented scope and difficulty.
From our comrades who were in Tobolsk and Aleksandrovsk, recent times letters came one more disturbing than the other. The hard labor regime became more and more unbearable. The jailers tried to trample human dignity prisoners.
The other day, - Vasily Petrovich Artsybushev, the oldest Bolshevik, who was nicknamed “Marx” and also “Grandfather” for his magnificent beard, told me, “these scoundrels found fault with Zavarzin and three other Ural residents, gave them fifty rods. The whole prison staged an obstruction, but the administration is going to flog in the future. This could lead to God knows what! I am sure that the jailers are trying to provoke our people into active action in order to deal with them. We must try to arrange an escape for them. It is necessary to carefully look out for everything there, to scout. The most suitable person for this business is you, Petruska. Go…
I again set off on a long journey - and, what can I say, not with a light heart. I visited Tobolsk, returned to Ufa. And again - to Siberia, to the familiar Alexander Central.
It turned out that it was unthinkable to escape from Aleksandrovsk. The Bolshevik Vladimirov was soon to be released from the Tobolsk Central. He was to stay in Tobolsk in a settlement, but we agreed that he would run away to Ufa. The committee postponed the development of escape options until Vladimirov arrived: he knew the conditions of the Tobolsk central very well.
I don’t know why exactly - maybe by the instinct of the underground, which helped out more than once - but I only asked the committee members to show me Vladimirov on the street just in case - after all, when I was in Tobolsk, I lived with his mother, who came closer to her son and saw his photo.
So they did.
At five o'clock in the evening, one of the sympathizers brought the visitor to the stone trading rows. As agreed, I walked past and ... immediately saw that this was not Vladimirov at all.
But then the woman made a mistake - she pointed to me and whispered: there, they say, is the same Petrus who lived in Tobolsk with your mother.
Before I had time to move away, they called me from behind:
Petrus! Visitor.
He joyfully greeted us, as if we were old friends, and asked us to quickly go somewhere to the safe house:
It's dangerous for me to walk down the street for a long time.
All the habits of this man, the manner of speaking, some kind of gliding glance aroused in me antipathy. But as if nothing had happened, I spoke to him, began to ask how the imprisoned Sims live in Tobolsk. "Vladimirov" began to talk with enthusiasm. He spoke smoothly, too smoothly. It seems to be learned. I became more and more convinced that I was facing a spy.
And which of the Sims did you sit with? - as if by the word I asked.
With everyone together.
It was an obvious lie - we knew perfectly well that the Sims were in four different cells!
To make sure, I inquired about the health of my comrades, calling them by their names. Here Vladimirov was completely confused: he did not know the names of his "cellmates".
So, the visitor is a provocateur. Immediately neutralize the villain!
And really, it’s not worth spending so much time with you and me! - I caught myself. - Let's go to one comrade, we'll talk better with him.
Continuing to play friendly good nature, I took the "Vladimirov" along a deserted road in the direction of Belaya, serenely telling my companion something cheerful.
Nerves are tense to the extreme.
Don't miss the moment!
The road narrowed into a path and stretched along the edge of a ravine. Around - not a soul.
As naturally as possible, as if carried away by the conversation, I gently took the enemy by the hand, squeezing it tightly. And with a well-mastered jiu-jitsu technique, he twisted it over his shoulder. A crunch of bones, a cry - and "Vladimirov" flew into a ravine ...
Now get out of here!
Already entering the working settlement, I heard several shots behind me - having come to my senses, the spy tried to attract attention to himself. Let him shoot! Now the provocateur is harmless to us.
Later, the committee, through its man in the police, established that some traitor had given the secret police our correspondence with the real Vladimirov. Togo was arrested again, and instead of him, with his documents, a spy was sent from Tobolsk to Ufa. This same spy is now in the hospital with a broken arm at the elbow. There he was visited by the governor himself, and "Vladimirov" cursed himself for the fact that, having arrived in the Urals, he did not appear at the instance, but began to act at his own peril and risk. Looks like he dreamed of not sharing glory and reward with anyone! It will be more disrespectful to him ...
In order not to lose track of time, every day he put a twig in his pocket.
Taiga, taiga, taiga... Unmeasured, wild. Off-road, and then a quagmire, bumps ... I was exhausted from the forest heat and closeness.
Then it rained for a whole week.
Weeks, weeks, weeks from mountain to mountain - and no sign of human habitation!
Early one morning I heard a whistle from the river, the first since I left the ship. He seemed to pour new strength into me, reminded me that human world near.
Another day of travel... Night... In the morning, the horn roared very close. By noon I reached the Lena and saw a village on the other side of the river about three versts away. I counted the twigs - my journey has already lasted fifty days.
Two days later he swam across the Lena. He took a risk and called out to people on a raft that was floating down by self-propelled:
Hey! Is it far to Verkholensk?
Ten versts, around the corner! - came the answer.
The forest around the city turned out to be cut down, along many roads - heavy traffic. There was some kind of holiday, and, apparently, a big bazaar was expected. It was to my advantage - it's easier to get lost in the crowd.
At the market, I safely got rid of the now hated heavy padded jacket, and most importantly, I bought bread and butter. Satisfied with his luck, he quickly left Verkholensk.
... Only at the beginning of August, with difficulties and hardships, I reached Manzurka. There was a large colony of exiles, among them - the leader of the Ivanovo-Voznesensk militants, Mikhail Frunze. In Manzurka, as Stepan and the teacher said, most of those who tried to escape fell into the clutches of the police - in these places there are many gendarmes and spies. I made a big arc to go around this damned place.
The last, the most dangerous, is the steppe section of the path. Both Stepan and the stoker advised to join the coachmen. I managed to negotiate with the head of one convoy: for six rubles, he agreed to take me straight to the inn in Irkutsk itself.
All my life I will remember August 27, 1913. That day I arrived in Irkutsk and found a Bolshevik safe house. Behind me were a hundred days of a journey that exhausted me, more than eight hundred miles of the Lena taiga ...
They received me cordially, friendly - as comrades in the struggle accepted in those days. Three days later, the Irkutsk people got me a passport in the name of one exile, who was allowed to travel throughout the province, except for a few cities - Irkutsk, Cheremkhov, Nizhneudinsk, Balagansk. It was a great - authentic - "residence permit"! Its owner fled abroad, and left the document at the disposal of the Irkutsk Committee of the Bolsheviks. Immediately I fulfilled the promise given to Stepan - I burned his passport.
On September 6, I arrived in the village of Zima, where my old comrades in the underground and hard labor lived in exile - Boris Shekhter with his family, Volodya Gustomesov, Kolya Sukenik.
That was joy! My appearance was a complete surprise, and at first my friends were even a little confused: where to hide me? They didn't know what a magnificent document I had in my pocket!
Luck continued to smile on me: registration went without a hitch. I found a room with an old woman and immediately got a job as a house painter for a contractor. He met with other exiled workers.
Soon I became my man in Winter. Under the guise of cultural work, we began to agitate among the local intelligentsia and workers.
But day by day I was more and more drawn to my native places, to the Urals. I knew that it was precisely there that the party was especially needed - the revolutionary wave soared higher and higher. But to return to the Urals, I needed a different passport. I had to go back to Irkutsk, to the committee.
... In the middle of February 1914, a certain Peter Skvortsov, a native of the Samara province, appeared in Minyar. He was welcomed with open arms by the Minyar Bolsheviks...
To make it awkward...
The joy of returning to the Urals was overshadowed by a sad feeling: I found few, very few old militants here ...
Ivan and Erasmus Kadomtsev were in exile in Paris, Mikhail languished in hard labor in the Tobolsk Central along with Alyosha Chevardin and other Sims. But not with everyone: Pavel Guzakov and several other prisoners, transferred from Tobolsk to the construction of the Amur road, also fled to Japan, from there they moved to America, then to France. Petya Guzakov also managed to escape from the Ufa prison. He moved abroad, studied at the party school created by V. I. Lenin in Longjumeau, near Paris. With the task of Vladimir Ilyich, he returned to Russia. Issued by a provocateur, he was captured and tried. The party used money and the most experienced lawyers, and Petya received a short term. After his release, he was sent to Lena. Petr Artamonov - "Bear cub", my classmate in Lviv, lived in France. Volodya Alekseev - "Black" - rattled his shackles in the Alexander penitentiary.
And so about anyone you ask - executed ... in hard labor ... in exile ... in exile ...
However, the gendarmes still failed to burn "sedition" in the Urals. The Ural Bolsheviks, in conditions of the deepest underground, managed to preserve the core of their forces.
And now the Ural organization was coming to life, replenished with young workers, preparing for new battles. Strikes broke out more and more frequently in the Urals. The legal Bolshevik Pravda was widely distributed, eagerly read. In terms of the number of its subscribers, the Urals occupied one of the first places in Russia.
But there were still few party organizers, each one counted.
I was immediately hired. First of all, they were sent to cities and factories to establish contacts. Then I participated in the release of leaflets, in their delivery to the places.
And soon, by a coded order, I was summoned to Ufa. The committee conceived a deal of unprecedented scope and difficulty.
From our comrades who were imprisoned in Tobolsk and Aleksandrovsk, letters have lately been coming in, one more disturbing than the other. The hard labor regime became more and more unbearable. The jailers tried to trample on the human dignity of the prisoners.
The other day, - Vasily Petrovich Artsybushev, the oldest Bolshevik, who was nicknamed “Marx” and also “Grandfather” for his magnificent beard, told me, “these scoundrels found fault with Zavarzin and three other Ural residents, gave them fifty rods. The whole prison staged an obstruction, but the administration is going to flog in the future. This could lead to God knows what! I am sure that the jailers are trying to provoke our people into active action in order to deal with them. We must try to arrange an escape for them. It is necessary to carefully look out for everything there, to scout. The most suitable person for this business is you, Petruska. Go…
I again set off on a long journey - and, what can I say, not with a light heart. I visited Tobolsk, returned to Ufa. And again - to Siberia, to the familiar Alexander Central.
It turned out that it was unthinkable to escape from Aleksandrovsk. The Bolshevik Vladimirov was soon to be released from the Tobolsk Central. He was to stay in Tobolsk in a settlement, but we agreed that he would run away to Ufa. The committee postponed the development of escape options until Vladimirov arrived: he knew the conditions of the Tobolsk central very well.
I don’t know why exactly - maybe by the instinct of the underground, which helped out more than once - but I only asked the committee members to show me Vladimirov on the street just in case - after all, when I was in Tobolsk, I lived with his mother, who came closer to her son and saw his photo.
So they did.
At five o'clock in the evening, one of the sympathizers brought the visitor to the stone trading rows. As agreed, I walked past and ... immediately saw that this was not Vladimirov at all.
But then the woman made a mistake - she pointed to me and whispered: there, they say, is the same Petrus who lived in Tobolsk with your mother.
Before I had time to move away, they called me from behind:
Petrus! Visitor.
He joyfully greeted us, as if we were old friends, and asked us to quickly go somewhere to the safe house:
It's dangerous for me to walk down the street for a long time.
All the habits of this man, the manner of speaking, some kind of gliding glance aroused in me antipathy. But as if nothing had happened, I spoke to him, began to ask how the imprisoned Sims live in Tobolsk. "Vladimirov" began to talk with enthusiasm. He spoke smoothly, too smoothly. It seems to be learned. I became more and more convinced that I was facing a spy.
So that it doesn't become a habit. Punish in such a way that it was disrespectful ... Dictionary of many expressions
To be disrespectful- to whom. Razg. So that no one would want to do the same. So I ask you, Sergei Ilyin, she said in the end, to judge Kutorga to the fullest extent of the law, to judge according to merit, to judge in such a way that he and others like him will henceforth ... ... Phraseological dictionary of the Russian literary language
Adverb, number of synonyms: 3 so that it is disrespectful (3) so that you do not want to repeat (3) ... Synonym dictionary
To continue to be disrespectful. Wed At dinner I thought: get up, go up to this gentleman and smash all his impudent physiognomy to dust, so that others would not be indulgent. Turgenev. Nov. 10. Wed. You, says Aksinya, do not spoil the girl, but punish her ... ... Michelson's Big Explanatory Phraseological Dictionary (original spelling)
Cm … Synonym dictionary
Wed At dinner I thought: get up, go up to this gentleman and smash his whole impudent physiognomy into dust, so that it would not be habitual for others. Turgenev. Nov. 10. Wed. You, says Aksinya, do not spoil the girl, but punish her with the world, so that there will be no other habits. ... ... Michelson's Big Explanatory Phraseological Dictionary
Adverb, number of synonyms: 3 so as not to be habitual (3) so as not to want to repeat (3) ... Synonym dictionary
Adverb, number of synonyms: 3 so that it would not be habitual (3) so that it would not be habitual (3) ... Synonym dictionary
In the function skaz. Obsolete Unusual, not comfortable. * In the field of one, it’s hoarse, In the field of one, it’s disrespectful (Nekrasov). ◊ To be discourteous. So that it doesn't become a habit. Punish in such a way that it was disrespectful ... encyclopedic Dictionary
disrespectfully- in func. tale; obsolete Unusual, not comfortable. * In the field of one, it’s hoarse, In the field of one, it’s disrespectful (Nekrasov) so that it’s disrespectful ... Dictionary of many expressions
Books
- About the Kid, who could count to ten, Preisn Alf. The protagonist of the fairy tale by the famous Norwegian poet, writer and composer Alf Preussen is a kid who learned to count to ten. He can't wait to put his knowledge into practice...
- Favorite. Commander, Kalbazov Konstantin Georgievich. Good wife, good house… What else is needed to meet old age? Yes, in general, nothing. Unless to keep everything that got blood and sweat. It would hide in a far corner and live ...
