Room 2D

From Blushes Supplement 23. The final part of the story of Verushka Granchova from  Comrade Verushka  and  Isolation Wing . Can things get any worse for poor Verushka? The hole in the wall is minute. It is high up and its presence is disguised by the pattern of the wallpaper. It is a tiny hole but when the eye is applied close up to a tiny hole a surprising amount can be seen. In this case all of one half of the little room. It is the half which contains the single bunk bed and further along a dresser. Two girls are at present sitting on the bed. Georgi Kritkov has drilled the hole in the wall of Comrade Instructor Verushka’s room for the purpose of watching her dress and undress; to get a look at her shapely nude body in fact. And there could possibly be something else as well: Comrade Verushka playing with herself for instance. In the absence of men — and there are no men at the Academy Training Centre apart...

A continuation of  Comrade Verushka — the second part of the trilogy — from Blushes Supplement 22 Through the window she can see the trees again. See them and smell them too, for the window is open. It is a smaller window than the one in the room where she had her earlier interviews with Comrade Myanski and it is open. But there are bars — thick vertical iron bars. All the rooms in this part of the building have barred windows. It is the Isolation Wing and it is possible that, in desperation, a girl might attempt to get out. So the windows are barred, but they can be opened and thus the scents of the outdoors, of the great expanse of forest trees, can waft in. The heady scents of pines and birch. So that it is possible, if you close your eyes, to imagine… For Verushka to imagine she is not in this tiny bare room, a toilet, but is out there in the summer air and the sun. She can’t imagine this for long though. Not with the thought of Comrade Myanski. Who will shortly be here....

From the archives — original illustrations from Darcy with a linking narrative. Is there a more quintessentially English structure than the garden shed? That haven for menfolk, a dark and musty refuge offering tranquillity and, of course, privacy. Where a man can escape from the realities of the outside world and indulge himself in any number of small tasks or hobbies. Most are small, cosy, comfortable spots, where tools and implements can be stored, where pipes or cigars can be smoked, where lumps of wood can be whittled down into something more useful like a peg, or a spoon, or a paddle. Where bunches of twigs might be woven together to form a basket, or merely tied at one end in a bunch to form a birch. Old discarded objects tend to gather in sheds, where they can be put to alternative uses. Table tennis bats, old hairbrushes, odd slippers — all can find a new purpose in the right hands. An off-cut of leather might seem useless, but fix it to a sturdy handle and you have a t...

Story from Blushes Supplement 22. The first part of a trilogy following on from Under the Hammer . Verushka can remember the very first time ever that she met Comrade Myanski: she had been finishing her training at the Physical Culture Institute, three weeks short of gaining her Instructor’s Certificate. It had been early November, and the first real snow had fallen. Comrade Myanski and the principal of the Institute had made her report to the small gymnasium at dead of night — Yes, she can remember; how she had sweated at the work-out they had put her through, and how the cane that each of them had, had stung her bottom again and again, and how she had wept the bitter tears that those who suffer injustice weep. And now, she has to come face to face with Comrade Myanski again — ----//---- The slanting morning sun, segmented into bright rectangles by the window, falls across the bare table top and what lies...