From the author: Search. What “place” are we looking for? How to choose a Man? Indeed, How? Claudia began a new life. She decided so. She left the hateful city and the hateful man, moved to the capital and, to hell, signed up for yoga. Claudia. That was her name in the hall. this name was very different in sound from “Klava” or even “Klavdi”; there was something royal, majestic, almost magical about it. It matched the atmosphere that reigned in the yoga room. More precisely, it was a banal hall, and the magic in it began with the arrival of the group. Claudia remembered her first arrival at the hall, her shock at the moment when, while trying to perform a difficult stretch, she felt someone else’s hands on her feet. What? paw right in the hall?? Her shock knew no bounds, although, at the edge of her consciousness, Klavdya, then still Klavdya, felt that the hands were gently touching her feet and were not “going higher.” Holding back the cry that was ready to burst out, well, and the hand raised to slap him in the face, too, she looked around. Does anyone else see this disgrace? As it turned out, everyone in the hall had long since broken up into pairs and one person was helping the other to enter deeper into the asana. For some reason, the helping “people” were men. And the hosts are girls. Klava decided to let the man help herself. This turned out to be very effective for her, she relaxed more fully, stopped pulling the veins out of herself, quietly surrendering to the gentle hands of a stranger. The time had come to change roles and Klava herself was already helping the man with stretching. The complex was over 15 minutes later and some girl approached the “Klava” man and…. She calmly led him away, taking him by the hand. Klava just blinked her eyes until she realized that she could choose a partner if he agreed. And the advantage of this choice is for girls. This was how it was done in this room. And Claudia, having gotten used to it, of course, began to choose men for a couple. She already knew someone well, by name and by “hands”, how careful they were of her ligaments and muscles, how energetically filled this or that partner was and other subtleties of the men around her, which can only be felt with the body, and not talked about . She learned to feel. Yourself, your partner, and that ball of energy between a Man and a Woman, which is called differently in different cultures. When the right to choose was given to men, they chose it often. Sometimes these are not the men she would like to see with her. The elections did not coincide. She sometimes refused to choose a man. Sometimes - no. It seemed like something wrong, something humiliating to a man. She didn't want to humiliate him, but she didn't want to pair up with him either. She understood why. Once in one of the classes there was a task that was very cruel. You had to approach the men, each in turn, and say only one phrase: “I choose you.” Or “I don’t choose you.” The instructions were to introduce this man as a husband. For a minute or for the rest of my life. Claudia saw what was happening to faces, without even hearing the phrase of the girl who comes up and makes her choice to everyone’s face. She herself was on fire. And... how she acted there, let only the gods know. But later, much later, she decided on such an experiment. Conduct the entire lesson blindfolded. Allow herself to be touched, bent over, stretched, laid on the floor and placed on the shoulder blades of someone whom she will not see. In fact, in the wrong hands. And it's all. Only hands. Without a name and without a face. Without personality. The bandage can be removed at any time. Claudia surrendered to the process. There was something exciting and unusual about it, she felt safe, because she saw that in the hall “everyone is one of their own”, who, as one, were extremely careful with her body and ligaments. She even found out who was conducting the first yoga complex with her . Cologne, hands, breath. Everything is clear, you don’t need to be blindfolded. She also recognized the second partner. And then something like this happened... Claudia forgot to even sniff, so she was “carried away” from the palms that lay on her shoulders to lower her into a bend. Oh, Kundalini, that willful Lady, began to raise her head in her sacrum, and.