Can’t afford to give gifts for Women’s Day?

According to a recent poll, about one-third of Russian men said that they are not planning to give gifts to women during the “March 8” International Women’s Day. Russian “Izvestia” reported on the 7th that for the reasons why these men did not give gifts, Russian sociologist Malikov said that it may be due to the decline in the income of many citizens due to the impact of the new crown epidemic. In addition, the prices of many commodities, including flowers, have risen sharply, and some people cannot afford to give gifts.

The poll also surveyed Russian men who gave gifts. 26% of men plan to give gifts to their lovers, 20% to their mothers, and 11% to their daughters. There are also various types of gifts, in addition to flowers, there are candy, tea, cosmetics and perfumes. It is reported that the “March 8th” Women’s Day has been a legal holiday in Russia since the Soviet era. According to tradition, in addition to expressing holiday congratulations to women, Russians also give them various gifts.

Two weeks later, John Clayton, a lord of Greystoke, saw, as he rode on a voyage of inspection to his vast African orders, across the plateau coming from the beginning of a group of men between his villa and the forest that spreads north and west.

He arrested his horse and stared at the small company as it emerged from the cache of a knight. His sharp eyes saw the sun reflected in the riding man’s white helmet, and sure that the wandering European hunter was going to ask for his hospitality, he turned his horse and rode slowly against the newcomer.

Half an hour later, she climbed the stairs leading to the porch of her villa and introduced Lady Greystoke and Mr. Jules Frecoult.

“I was lost,” Mr. Frecoult explained. “Safarini leader has never before been in this part of the country, and guides, which were supposed to take us forward recently faced by the village, knew the country even less than we do. Finally, they came upon the trust two days ago. I’m really happy to have so unawares help as if fate permitted by. I really don’t know what I would have done if I hadn’t met you. ”

It was decided that Frecoult and his entourage would stay on the farm for several days until everyone fully recovered, and then Lord Greystoke would get guides to take them safely back to an area that Frecoult’s Safari Director would surely know.

It was somewhat easy for Werper to idle in the disguise of a French gentleman to deceive his master and gain the favor of both Tarzan and Jane Clayton. But the longer he stayed, the more his hopes of easy realization of his intentions diminished.

Lady Greystoke never rode alone far from the villa, and the loyalty of the fierce waziri warriors, – these were a large part of Tarzan’s entourage, – seemed to make impossible a violent robbery attempt, let alone a waziri bribe.

A week passed, and Werper, in his own judgment, was no closer to fulfilling his intention than on the day of his arrival, but it was at that moment that something happened that gave him new hope and made him expect an even greater reward than the woman’s ransom.

A runner had arrived at the villa, accompanied by a week’s mail, and Lord Greystoke had spent the afternoon reading and answering letters in his office. At dinner she looked confused, and early in the evening she apologized and retreated to her room, with Lady Greystoke following her very soon. Sitting on the porch, Werper could hear their voices expressing serious reflection, and noticing that something extraordinarily important was going on, he rose calmly from his chair and stayed in the shade of a lush bush around the villa, creeping silently under the window of his master and mistress.

Here he remained to listen, even with good results, for the very first words he heard accelerated his mind. Lady Greystoke spoke when Werper began to distinguish words.

“I’ve always been afraid of the company’s solvency,” he said, “but it seems incredible that they would have disappeared as an infinite sum;., Except when there has been something shameful tricks”

“That’s what I just suspect,” replied Tarzan, “but let it be Whatever the reason, in fact I have now lost everything, and there is no other way but to return to pick Opari more.”

“Oh, John,” exclaimed Lady Greystoke, and Werper could feel the trembling in her voice, “can’t it be clarified otherwise? I can’t stand the thought of you returning to that awful city. I’d rather always live in poverty than expose you to the terrible dangers of Opar.” . ”

“You don’t have to be afraid,” Tarzan replied with a laugh. “After all, I am well able to take care of myself, and if I could not, the wazirs following me would protect me from all evil.”

“They ran away from Opar once and left you to your own devices,” Jane recalled.

“They won’t do it again,” Tarzan replied. “They were ashamed and were coming back when I met them.”

“But there is certainly some other way,” the lady argued.

“No other means is half as easy to gaining new property as going to Opar’s treasure vaults and bringing it from there,” Tarzan replied. “I promise to be very careful, Jane, and it is possible that the inhabitants of Opar will never know that I visited there again and deprived them of part of the treasure, the existence of which they are as ignorant as they appreciate.”

The determination of her tone seemed to lead Lady Greystoke to believe that a longer debate would be of no help, and therefore she left the matter.

Werper was left to listen for another short time, and then he thought he had heard everything necessary and, fearing that he might find out, returned to the porch, where he burned several cigarettes in succession before going to bed.

The next morning, at breakfast, Werper announced his intention to set off early and asked Tarzan for permission to hunt large creatures along the way in the Waziri area. That was easily agreed to by Lord Greystoke.

The Belgian spent two days refilling his gear, but finally left with his safaris, followed by a single waziri guide that Lord Greystoke had lent him. The party had only progressed one short day trip when Werper pretended to be ill and announced his intention to stay put until he was completely healthy. Since the trip had only reached a short distance from Greystoke’s villa, Werper let go of the waziri guide, telling the warrior to send him to pick him up then while he would be able to move forward. After Wazir left, the Belgian called a Negro loyal to Ahmet Zek in his tent and ordered him to observe Tarzan’s departure, telling the man to return immediately to indicate when and in which direction the Englishman had gone.

The Belgian did not have to wait long, for the next day his envoy returned, announcing that Tarzan and fifty waziri warriors had left for the southeast early in the morning.

Werper summoned Safari to the chief after writing a long letter to Ahmet Zek. He gave this letter to the chief.

“Send the letter immediately with the runner to Ahmet Zek,” he explained to the Negro. “Stay here to the camp to wait closer regulations from him or from me if the English the villa will someone tell me that I am in my tent was badly ill and I can not accept anyone Let me now, six applicants and six Askariana -.. Safari strongest and bravest men – so I go after the English to find out where his gold is hidden. ”

Thus, when Tarzan, wearing only his lumbar veil, and armed in the primitive way he liked most, took his faithful wazires to the dead city of Opar, Werper’s apostasy followed in his footsteps, on hot days, and camped at night near him.

And as they progressed, Ahmet Zek and his entire entourage rode south toward
Greystoke Farm.
From Monkey Tarzan, this excursion felt like a Sunday pleasure trip. His civilization was, after all, just a superficial touch, which he gladly shook off with his uncomfortable European clothes as soon as the right reason came. The woman’s love made Tarzan outwardly hold on to civilization – a state he had begun to feel contempt for when he got to know it more closely. He hated its deceitfulness and outward gold, and the clear vision of his pristine mind had arrived from its rotten heart — all just a cowardly desire to maintain peace, tranquility, and the inviolability of property. He vehemently opposed the view that the finest aspects of life — art, music, and literature — had thrived on the basis of such debilitating ideals, arguing that

“Show me the kind of fat, wealthy coward,” he used to say, “who has presented a beautiful ideal. born of all that is finest and best in the human heart and soul. ”

And then Tarzan always came back to nature, feeling the same as a lover who finally meets his beloved, after a long time behind the prison walls. His wazirs were inwardly more civilized than he was. They cooked their food before eating and avoided the many kinds of food they thought was contaminating that Tarzan had willingly eaten all his life. And the venom of pretense is so insidiously contagious that even a daring monkey man hesitates to give power to his natural desires over his men. He ate fried meat, though he would rather have enjoyed it raw and unspoiled, and he killed his game with an arrow or a spear, though he would much rather have jumped from ambush to its neck and struck its strong teeth in its throat. But eventually the milk of the wild mother, which she had sucked in her childhood, began,