a new woman, a rural friend of the country of soviets, among them the all-belarusian elder alexander chervyakoverman, having retired from the darkroom after a busy day, watched with particular trepidation as the developer gradually developed. images come to life delegates of the first congress of peasant women, so different, but so spiritual, special, their images did not at all fit with those usual ideas about a rural woman, illiterate, immersed in their household chores, the spirited delegates came to mind, uncompromising, with what persistence they convinced him, elye that everything is already changing, and the herring woman is changing too, a smile involuntarily appeared on elye’s face, it was useless to object, it’s still written here, the article is called that, why are congresses of peasant women social activists convened? deception, burying working women, we will put an end to this, that’s it, full stop, lively young ladies of a new formation, as they wrote about them in the newspapers, literally stepped on him. elye’s attempts to convince them otherwise were met with more and more new