BALKANI
English   
Chinese Women - Georgi Grozdev


Chinese Women

There are at least ninety-nine kinds of them. The ones I liked differ from the rest. Slender, elegant and gentle. They emanate mystic inaccessibility while at the same time their luscious thighs beckon you to a dance. They are not coquette but captivating. Russian women seem whacky by comparison.
Eastern beauty is restrained, hidden, discreet. The woman of Shanghai does not look you in the eyes, she sees you with her skin. Her steps are gracious, unhurried. Slender, head held high, composed. Not scared, nor overworked. I did not see her smoking on the street, drinking beer in the park, nor kissing or making out on benches. Whether modestly clothed or expensively dressed up she has taste.
She radiates modesty, maybe feigned, although I am naive and believe it is not feigned but natural. Modesty is her jewelry.
She is not covered in earrings, necklaces, rings, nor tattoos. Her pale yellow almost transparent skin is soft as a baby's. The curves of her eyelids, eyelashes, eyebrows, her sculpted face, the oval of her neck, the labyrinth of her earlobe, they have all been beautifully moulded. There is the occasional hair clip with a flower, a lady-bug or a little bird in her lustrous straight hair, just as it was the fashion in past times.
Her body is flexible. She neither wobbles nor shuffles when she walks. She has a tight, firm and elegant pace. Her hips, her female sacrament that men love to observe most often her behind, the shape of her belly, the curves of her thighs, her exquisite feet, they are in perfect harmony with her luscious breasts. They do not shake, nor hit against each other like tiny piglets, as Nikolay Haitov once wrote in a story of his.
Her teeth are white and straight. Her smile is wide and undisguised. Her lips, penciled, juicy, not just barely outlined. Her lovely mouth can both kiss and bite.
Her manicure is neither obtrusive not overly bright. Her pedicure, too. She often goes without it, too. Her legs are perfectly maintained and clean.
The energy of the Shanghai woman comes from within. It does not lie with her appearance! And this is what I find most attractive about her. Chatty in a company, caring as a mother. I did not see her yell at her child, pull him by the hand, or express her anger in public. Her love is all-giving, whispering. Her greatest treasure is her only child who will one day unnoticeably and relentlessly be taken far away from home by life.
I read once that the Shanghai woman is the strong sex in the family. Men supposedly did most of the house chores. At night in the park it's full of women, so it might turn out to be true.
Some time ago I invited some Chinese I knew who were on a business trip in Bulgaria to the state-run hunting preserve Iskar. Already in their maturity they hadn't seen wild animals in their natural habitat. We also looked at some trophy antlers. I mentioned that in Bulgaria when a woman cheats on her husband, we say she put horns on him. The women in the group laughed and added that if a Chinese woman betrays her husband, she puts a green hat on him. I asked them if it was true that if a man was unhappy with this wife, she had to find him a younger wife, although temporarily, instead of being angry with him. They laughed even harder. Wherever did you read that?! Obviously it wasn't true.
A Bulgarian friend of mine, married to a Chinese told me once that she divorced him because she was never invited to his company banquets. Wives were not allowed. She found out that, after the supper, entertainment was provided for everyone according to his taste. For a man looking for someone else's wife, there was a designated female company employee who performed that part regularly. No unnecessary risks and a good deal.
With the one-child policy I wonder how those beautiful, lively, luscious Chinese women deal with sex risks. Condoms, pills, legal and illegal abortions... Especially in the deep country where sexual culture moves at a slower pace. I don't know.
Chinese women are virtuoso drivers both of small scooters and of huge SUVs. Beautiful girls and women worthy of being models or Playboy girls can be seen everywhere several times a day. I rarely notice men with handsome features despite their athleticism. When he saw Bulgarian women for the first time doing laundry Konstantine Jirecek, too, said they were beautiful and attractive. And when he saw the men, he said they were hairy and bow-legged. The first impressions are oftentimes the rightest, although they miss important details.
At the Shanghai museum I saw an exhibition about the culture and customs of minorities. It was there that I saw a folk dress very much like a Bulgarian one, especially the colors of the embroidery.

I'm describing just one of the ninety-nine types of Chinese women. Still, I'm sure all of them have one thing in common: the deeply encoded and unobtrusive pride they emanate. It is thanks to their wombs that one billion and three hundred million human beings were born.


There are at least ninety-nine kinds of them. The ones I liked differ from the rest. Slender, elegant and gentle. They emanate mystic inaccessibility while at the same time their luscious thighs beckon you to a dance. They are not coquette but captivating. Russian women seem whacky by comparison.
Eastern beauty is restrained, hidden, discreet. The woman of Shanghai does not look you in the eyes, she sees you with her skin. Her steps are gracious, unhurried. Slender, head held high, composed. Not scared, nor overworked. I did not see her smoking on the street, drinking beer in the park, nor kissing or making out on benches. Whether modestly clothed or expensively dressed up she has taste.
She radiates modesty, maybe feigned, although I am naive and believe it is not feigned but natural. Modesty is her jewelry.
She is not covered in earrings, necklaces, rings, nor tattoos. Her pale yellow almost transparent skin is soft as a baby's. The curves of her eyelids, eyelashes, eyebrows, her sculpted face, the oval of her neck, the labyrinth of her earlobe, they have all been beautifully moulded. There is the occasional hair clip with a flower, a lady-bug or a little bird in her lustrous straight hair, just as it was the fashion in past times.
Her body is flexible. She neither wobbles nor shuffles when she walks. She has a tight, firm and elegant pace. Her hips, her female sacrament that men love to observe most often her behind, the shape of her belly, the curves of her thighs, her exquisite feet, they are in perfect harmony with her luscious breasts. They do not shake, nor hit against each other like tiny piglets, as Nikolay Haitov once wrote in a story of his.
Her teeth are white and straight. Her smile is wide and undisguised. Her lips, penciled, juicy, not just barely outlined. Her lovely mouth can both kiss and bite.
Her manicure is neither obtrusive not overly bright. Her pedicure, too. She often goes without it, too. Her legs are perfectly maintained and clean.
The energy of the Shanghai woman comes from within. It does not lie with her appearance! And this is what I find most attractive about her. Chatty in a company, caring as a mother. I did not see her yell at her child, pull him by the hand, or express her anger in public. Her love is all-giving, whispering. Her greatest treasure is her only child who will one day unnoticeably and relentlessly be taken far away from home by life.
I read once that the Shanghai woman is the strong sex in the family. Men supposedly did most of the house chores. At night in the park it's full of women, so it might turn out to be true.
Some time ago I invited some Chinese I knew who were on a business trip in Bulgaria to the state-run hunting preserve Iskar. Already in their maturity they hadn't seen wild animals in their natural habitat. We also looked at some trophy antlers. I mentioned that in Bulgaria when a woman cheats on her husband, we say she put horns on him. The women in the group laughed and added that if a Chinese woman betrays her husband, she puts a green hat on him. I asked them if it was true that if a man was unhappy with this wife, she had to find him a younger wife, although temporarily, instead of being angry with him. They laughed even harder. Wherever did you read that?! Obviously it wasn't true.
A Bulgarian friend of mine, married to a Chinese told me once that she divorced him because she was never invited to his company banquets. Wives were not allowed. She found out that, after the supper, entertainment was provided for everyone according to his taste. For a man looking for someone else's wife, there was a designated female company employee who performed that part regularly. No unnecessary risks and a good deal.
With the one-child policy I wonder how those beautiful, lively, luscious Chinese women deal with sex risks. Condoms, pills, legal and illegal abortions... Especially in the deep country where sexual culture moves at a slower pace. I don't know.
Chinese women are virtuoso drivers both of small scooters and of huge SUVs. Beautiful girls and women worthy of being models or Playboy girls can be seen everywhere several times a day. I rarely notice men with handsome features despite their athleticism. When he saw Bulgarian women for the first time doing laundry Konstantine Jirecek, too, said they were beautiful and attractive. And when he saw the men, he said they were hairy and bow-legged. The first impressions are oftentimes the rightest, although they miss important details.
At the Shanghai museum I saw an exhibition about the culture and customs of minorities. It was there that I saw a folk dress very much like a Bulgarian one, especially the colors of the embroidery.

I'm describing just one of the ninety-nine types of Chinese women. Still, I'm sure all of them have one thing in common: the deeply encoded and unobtrusive pride they emanate. It is thanks to their wombs that one billion and three hundred million human beings were born.

 You can buy the books from the publisher here.

:: top :: back :: home ::  
(c) 2002-2018 BALKANI, created by ABC Design & Communication
Links:  Slovoto