On The Wings of Hope. Prose Prokhor Ozornin Collection of stories Bit World Leechers Definition : Leecher – a creative personality, unsatisfied with harsh surroundings; actively appropriating, transforming and consuming another’s content. To struggle, to search, to find ... download ! (Leecher’s motto) I’ll download entire Internet. (Basic Leecher’s error) Who’ll download more in n-th time. (Leechers favorite gambling) Whose channel is thicker. (Basic way of d***s comparison among Leechers) Traffic seasickness. (Leecher’s professional disease) Modem. (The most widespread curse among Leechers) Proxy-server. (A mythical being, allowing Leecher to become invisible for his enemy Sysadmin) Anonymous proxy-server. (Ancient and powerful monster, feeding on traffic. Hides a Leecher not only from Sysadmin, but from Sysop as well. Only Higher Leecher are able to befriend him) Proxy-server of secret services. (Disgusting and mean being, capable to take the form of normal proxy-server. As a rule, after long intercourses with him, a child, named ‘order to visit the militia’ is born). “We’ll flow all net with our packets ... We’ll flow it to the foundation ... We’ll build a new one from the brackets And will be happy from creation !” (Patriotic Leechers song of the middle of the last century) “Go to ... coaxial !” (Disputes of Leechers, who did not manage to out-argue the opponent, usually end like so). “You are not a router for me here !” (Leecher’s slang word, translatable approximately like “You are not my mentor !”) “Ye netcard’s cable is still not clenched !” (Really untranslatable word combination, which represents a demonstration of one’s Leecher superiority over another. Approximate possible translation is : “Your milk on ye lips has not even dried up”). To Load. (The term, designating the increase of abilities/possibilities of Leechers). To PreLoad. (The term, designating the highest possible degree of Leecher’s euphoria). To DownLoad. (The term, designating the end of the process, designated by a term “To Load”). To OverLoad. (The term, designating a high degree of morality calmness; sincere satiety). To UnderLoad. (The term, designating terrible, painful and extremely distressing process of interruption of process, designated by a term “To Load”) Your channel has made inappropriate operation and will be shut down. (A horrific dream of all Windows Leechers) There is no God except the Internet and network card is His prophet. (Religious conviction of all Leechers) Traffic ways are inscrutable. (Excuse of all Leecher-priests of orthodox specialization) A Leecher for a Leecher is a friend, a companion and free proxy-server. (Informal relations of Leechers) 29.10.2010 Yours Russia Russia, your turn now! - And send her to her big fatty bum ! - Have no fear, that’s exactly what I have already made. She does not deserve better. - All women are swines. Once you have opened your soul before them – and they will beat your muzzle on a table. - Yeah, that’s so. - ... All right, my friend, we need to relax somehow. Got any ideas ? Maybe some herbs ... Euphoria ... - Nnnaay ... I’m feeling sick from yesterday...I’m not a company for you in that. Beer ... I could take a sip of beer. - Beer ... hmm...not a bad idea, huh ? - Ok, so ... let’s go for a beer ? - Yep. Let’s go. * * * - Mmmm...no...I think ... Whadda I think ? Theirs beer ... total suxx. Absolutely, fuck it, suxx ! Have tried it a lot of times, and always felt it – suxx ! Unlike our beer ... hm ... fuck, the nostalgia is gonna eat me whole ! - Of ours, right ? So what ? Do you not remember how we used to live there ? And here ... beautiful. Wonderful, damn it ! Nothing to care about the family, nothing to worry about how you should live on the next several days. Could buy anything ... almost anything ... Great, damn it ! - By the way, I’ve never asked ye – whom you were when we were at home ? - In our country ? Guess who ?  A musician I was, fuck it ! Played on violins, appealed to hearts of men and women alike ... in the metro and undergrounds, mostly – when there was no normal work anymore. And here ... burp ... “here is not like there”, as they say ... got sunk into a business and money have poured on me at once. And no standing with stretched hand, not anymore, damn ! I’ve even started to respect myself at the long last. And there I was ... begging ... begging with music ... trying to start living at last ... dreaming of becoming a man ... a man ... - Know what ? I ... sometimes it’s calling for me to return there, nevertheless ... dragging me home. But how should we make our living there now ? They say the country in so deep in the bullshit that to go there – is to sink in it completely. Have just chosen a new president – looks like the new deputy, and yet they still believe that he’s nothing less that Savior directly from the Heavens ... cannot save themselves still. Eeehh ! What’s the reason to speak about that right now ... what’s the difference ? The bullshit is still a bullshit, yeah ? - I dunno know, dunno know ... cannot ... the heart ... its ... painful... - Hey ... hey ... don’t give up ! Let’s buy another round of drinks, yeah ... ? And the girl ... we’ll find the new girl. “Giiirrrrlliieess ... giiiirrrrlliiess, don’t stand aside without pride .... “. Let’s go, huh ! Hey, stand up ! Forward ! Hey .... what’s .... what’s with you ? Hey ! Hey ! There, over here ! Emergency ! Call the emergency ! * * * A holiday has recently passed here – and city’s streets were dazzled with posters. “Vote for your future !”, “The future is here ! Make your choice in a new century !”, “Decide your destiny !”, and more, and more, and more. Yet another election of another president. Yet again a choice of smaller of two evils. Yet again four years of ruin, hidden by the growth of economic indicators. I have descended to the underground passage. It’s as it always was – dirty, murky and wet, no one is even trying to clean up all the mess here. Some man, playing a violin ... a cap for donations was lying nearby him, and I have thrown there trifle on the move. The man has looked at me for an instant and I have noticed a slight nod of his head – and then my feet have carried me forward and away from him. I left the underground and moved in the direction of a main square. For several times groups of still young staggering boys and girls passed me by. “The holiday is going to continue to three more days”, - I have thought. For three more days there will be a banquet continuation. I looked at all this external magnificent furniture – on all these posters, all these slogans, decorated tribunes, flags and flowers ... and I yearned for the ability to not see all this that very instant  - to not see reeling youth, to not see sparkling domes of churches and cars, approaching them, and just nearby – such poor beggars like the one I met underground ... I wished to not hear such empty patriotic speeches time and again ... I thirsted for awakening – as from the dream. I thirsted to wake up – forever. “It seems that now I have finally understood what I am living for”, - I have thought. 21.10.2010 Divine Age Guardian Angel -    Yes ? – my snow-white Guardian Angel turned to me and smiled warmly. – Have you called for me ? -    I ... hm .... to tell the truth, I wasn’t totally confident that you were listening to me, - I mumbled. -    I always do listen to you and hear you, - Angel said. – But you currently, unfortunately, not. -    So ... do you want to say that you have nothing like lunch break or anything like that ? – I was surprised. -    No, - replied Angel. – I have need for neither sleep, nor rest. It’s you, people, who prefer to sleep with eyes open widely. -    You mean that you are always at work ? – I guessed. -    Well, yes, - my darling Angel replied indulgently. – I am in a service to the God. -    And how do you fare there ... well, in general ? – I found nothing better than to ask that. -    Well and good, - Angel answered. – Dry and warm. Even though there are no millions options to choose from here. It’s you, mankind, who will soon have to choose at last. -    To choose what, exactly ? – I asked. -    Destiny. Life or death. God or Devil. Light or Darkness. Whatever you name it, the essence stays the same. Well ..., - and Angel became silent for a second – you, fortunately, understand that well. -    I do, - I answered. – A pity, though, that I don’t always hear you. -    It’s all in your powers and in desire, - and Angel smiled again. – Such is my job, actually, to always hear you and help you to find the God. -    And what prevents you from doing that right now ? – I made my next question. -    Him, mostly, - and Angel has shown his wing on the left. – Well, and sometimes you too, when start doing nonsense. -    Who’s that, him ? – I asked hastily, and only then have noticed the Imp, standing nearby, - that black one ? -    Well, it’s only now he looks like that, - replied my Angel. – But he’s able to pretend to look as oh-so-white in times, like chameleon. – See, how he stares at me right now ? – and Angel smiled warmly and pointed his wing to the left again. -    I take it that he’s angry ? – I questioned my Angel. -    Yes, he’s like that, from time to time. He has his job too, after all. And he’s too will be judged, as well as all of us. -    Judged in what sense ? – I misunderstood. -    Oh, you don’t know yet, do you ? – my Angel was surprised. – There will be a revision of Universe soon, and the Dread Judgment of the Lord, as you call it. – I would, however, rather name it Just Judgment. -    And what will be after the Judgment ? – I asked. -    Life or death, - replied Angel, - for you, for me, and for him – and he pointed his wing on Imp once again. -    You mean, you can die too ? – I was stunned, - are Angels not immortal ? -    Not for the Judgment. – If the Tempter of any man, guarded my ones, similar to me, prevails, the Tempter survives, and Angel and the man become history. If the Guardian Angel prevails – than he as well as his ward survive, and the Tempter become history instead. It’s that simple. Such is the Court. -    And the people, who have turned to the path of evil, betray their Angels as well ? – I was terrified. -    Alas, indeed. And try to feel now, - and my beautiful Angel stirringly looked into my eyes, - how it’s – to die for immortal one ? -    And ... how many Angels are going to die like that ? -    Under preliminary forecasts – many, - and Angel sighted sorrowfully. – But ... and he became inspired once again, - everything can still be changed. -    If people will hear their Angels and step away from the dark path ? – I questioned. -    Yes, - Angel said, - if they would prevail over their nature. There is very little time left, - he added. -    Little time left ? -    When clock’s arrows will be on the top, - and Angel has become silent for a moment, - very interesting events will start to happen. -    The world will be changing ? -    Definitely. -    Can I help people realize what is awaiting them ? – I asked hopefully. -    Certainly. It’s all in your forces and in the hands of God. And I, too, won’t abandon you, for certain. -    How I do love you, my pure Angel ! – I have exclaimed with tears in the eyes. -    I know, - he smiled mildly. - Come to me, allow me to embrace you in my wings. -    Thank you, Angel, thank you so much for hearing me and caring of me ! Let us never part from each other ! -    Yes, let it be so, - my Angel has tenderly answered, gently covering me with his white wings. – Let’s start to always hear each other in the long last... 20.10.2010 When the Sleeper awakes -    Mister Coordinator, when the Sleeper will awake at the long last ? -    Do you ask about that me, Admiral ? As I have suspected, it’s better for you to know. -    The free will, mister Coordinator, the free will ... Perhaps, we have committed an error, after all ? -    I will remind you that it was our joint project. There are no mistakes, only statistical errors and percentage probability. -    And now you are speaking mathematician’s tongue. -    And what else should we do right now ? We can only observe. -    Observe his agony ? He is dying directly before our eyes, dying painfully and unstoppable. -    So he has chosen. The Majority-s, you know, sometimes outweighs. -    And what about the Awakened ? -    He’s still a baby. He has yet to grow up. -    Beautiful little one, isn’t he ? -    Certainly. -    I am so glad about him. -    So do I. -    Tell please, what forms of curing medicine have been applied to the Sleeping one up to today ? -    Initially – numerous enzymes of prophetical nature, sort of. Two thousands of parsecs ago the strongest possible antibiotic has been injected. -    Which has been successfully removed by organism in the first vomit reflex. -    Approximately so. I tell you – he’s almost hopeless. -    And  what about methods of shock therapy ? -    Yet to be applied. Already soon. -    Have been the patient informed in advance ? -    Two thousand of parsecs ago, when disease signs were already on his face. -    They are already on the face ? -    Now it’s terrible even to look at him. I will not advise you doing so. -    And what about the newest local antibiotics of unique type ? I mean these, you know, returnees from non-existence. -    A part of them has been already injected, some have not been made yet. -    Do you believe that will help ? -    Such probability too cannot be neglected. -    Will they be injected simultaneously with the beginning of shock therapy ? -    Shortly before that. -    And then ? -    It’s for him to decide. -    Do you think he is still capable ? -    I hope so. -    Well, and how does Awakened one fare ? -    He has already learnt to read thoughts and gained the vision of the future. I believe he’ll grow into a nice one. -    I am too very happy with him. Even though he is a blood brother of the Sleeper. -    By the way, you have given me an excellent idea. As soon as this little one will grow up and be ready to read souls, it will be possible to send him to help, so to say, his elder brother to, so to say, move him away from the unjust path. Certainly, we will protect the Awakened one in all ways accessible to us. Minority, well, you know, is counting on our support. -    Perhaps we should delay a little the begging on this shock therapy ? Wait, until little one will grow up a bit ? This Awakened has already expressed desire to help the brother, as far as I know. -    I will consider your option, mister Admiral. I will consider it ... 10.10.2010 God's Dream Devoted to the Living God ... A Newborn God was sitting over the shade of a tall mighty tree, which  have not yet been given a name, and was dreaming. He has just created the Earth, and had yet to make a couple of easier worlds in the nearby star systems. A smile was playing on the God’s lips. He rejoiced at the result of his latest work – the Earth has turned out to be extremely wonderful.  There was a great variety of climates, which you would practically never find in any of the worlds, created earlier. There were mountains, rising into the heavens, and sea hollows, leading into infinity. There were giant trees, similar to the one, He was sitting underneath, and smallest, indiscernible for an eye of future inhabitants, leaves and blades of grass of unknown plants. There were an incredible variety of living semireasonable beings, beginning from some small insects, playfully creeping in a grass, and finishing with sea and terrestrial giants. In other words, this was a fine created world – possibly, one of pearls of His Creation. It seemed that He enclosed something immensely-imperceptible into this process of Creativity. As if He has given to the Earth a part of Himself. And that is why now He was happy. He dreamt of how humans will soon enter this world of His. How man will rejoice at the sight of his new home, created for him instead of ordinary-looking old ones. How people will settle on boundless horizons of this Creation of Creations, and will love each other and rejoice to life and the world, given by the Maker. And thus He made a call then to the most distant reaches of the Universe for humans to gather – those, who will live in this new home – probably, the happiest ones among all living. And humans came to the Earth – not even came, actually, but have arrived from their common previous worlds on their spaceship – the ark. And they have descended down to the Earth from it and settled. And named this date as the date of world’s creation. There were years, and there were decades, and there were hundreds of Earth years passing. Settled those ones, who arrived from far worlds, on corners of sphere terrestrial, and primogenitors of races, three in number, they became. And loved they each other, as the God asked, for some time – yet slowly to forget of love some of them have begun. And, seeing this, to help those falling asleep the God has decided – and asked He started for prophets to come into this world to advise humans of where that Light in the end of a dark tunnel lives. And came angels-prophets, warriors of fine God, to this world terrestrial and prophesied words of pure origin, purifying hearts of His beloved humans. But nevertheless, hearts of many have fallen asleep greatly and did not hear words of those prophets of great God they – and crucified His prophets. But the Most Gracious Maker did not cease to hope, for after all he loved humans even with all their lacks and was ready to help always those, Light who were seeking. There were hundreds of earth years and there were millennia. Yet more actively and heavily did humans stray in dark and murky tunnels. And seeing human sufferings from the darkness, absorbed by them, the God has dared to make a deed compassionate. His Finest Son, by the Father’s light enlightened, He asked to come to world of humans, to help those suffering with His Light and His Love and to set them on the right path. But betrayed the Divine Son did humans, and killed his body, unable to cause harm to the pure spirit. And there were great grief and confusion in the Heavens. Light Angels of the World Spiritual did cry, seeing this human’s misunderstanding and all the darkness, to which many have already aspired. And the last, desperate step the God has dared to make then. He Himself has descended to the world He created, to test Himself all temptations of darkness, accepted by humans, and to deny it, having shown them the Way once and for all. The First and the Last the God has become in this world of His own, which on the brink of the chasm was flying, the Son of Man, the Alpha and Omega. For He has come into this world, made by Him, as a human and will leave it as a live revived God soon. And, having learnt about Him, among all of them living life simple and modest, people began to come to Him. One after another they came and asked. And the priest shouted to Him : “I banish you, unholy one ! Not of you did yours crucified Son told us, and not you we were waiting for. And not even did we wait for you, for no need for God living and just we need. And is it appropriate for a God great to live in a hole pitiful, and try not to drag in paradise for gold, as we did ? Disappear, impostor !” And the politician laughed at Him : “Here you are, preaching honesty, living not in mansions imperial. Better look as we, deceiving others, have built palaces ! Therefore study from us, while we share this wisdom of life with you !“ And the sick, humiliated and offended ones came : “There is no justice in the world of yours ever !”, - they shouted to Him. – “We have given you our stones, constantly dragged by us, expecting heavenly wings in return – and where is a fulfillment of our desires ? Or are you not the Almighty, as they say ?” And proud ones came to Him, and silently spat in Him, before others flaunting. And cruel ones came to Him, and to finish Him off they threatened. And clever ones came to Him, and to enter senseless philosophical disputes they tried. And sly ones came to Him, and tried to catch Him on a word said. And simple ones came to Him, and were filled their souls with wisdom of His words. And seeking ones came to Him, and with joy their hearts were lighted up, for they have found at the long last. And just ones came to Him, and silently submissively bow down before Him. And pure ones came to Him, and fire of their spirit shined even brightly for they were staying nearby Him. He accepted them all, refusing no one. For how is it possible to refuse to the children, coming to their Father ? But somewhere on a joint of the worlds, invisible to an eye of human, enormous clocks keep ticking, measuring the time until the Judgment Day, the day of estimation. The Moment Of Truth. But still loved did the God his children – and lived in their world near them for the time being. And the chance was given to everyone... But all this was later, much later. Even though time has no meaning for Immortal ones. But for now the God was sitting under a huge shady tree on the planet Earth – and was dreaming. He was dreaming of the new wonderful worlds ... 09.10.2010 We are We are no longer the ones we used to be. Our past burned in the flame of self-rebirth, leaving the place for the Now, which has become a bridge to the Future. Our path lies in the Eternity, and only we ourselves can pass it. We all feel the breath of Universe inside us, and our hearts beat in rhytm with Hers. We are both old and young - for each of us is like innocent child in spirit. We foresee, not knowing for sure. We rejoice at the beginning of a new deed and feel sadness finishing what has been started. We love to transform believe into the trust. For without trust there can be no love. We accept this world as we managed to make it. And it will never be in our right to blame someone other for human mistakes. You may call us as you desire, for your mere words are unable to alter the essence. No more we have names, yet each of us has kept his essensial "I". We enter the battle in time and we know not fear. Curses and blasphemes of the Sleepers are the stones that only strenghten our arms, holding the shield. Wrath and hatred of theirs is the smoking fire. Yet the tears of the heaven will once extinguish it. We live, fighting, yet the battle is not our final goal. For it is transient. We are so different, but in this battle each of us is a warrior. And each holds his unique weapon. Weapon of yours is able to destroy you whole, yet weapon of ours is greater. It changes minds. It alters hearts. It transforms ones struck by it forever. For this weapon is a weapon of spirit. Nothing in the world is comparable with it. Our enemy is strong, for he is bodyless. That is why we are given this weapon. We fight desperately for we know no death. The one given the Blade Of Spirit has already died before. We knew not the timing, but were intended. We knew not ourselves, but were called for. The time will come - we'll be recognized. For great the battle is. Rejected ones will join our ranks. Enlightened ones will join our ranks. The Newborn ones will join our ranks. For great the battle is. The heavens cries at humankind's blindness, for even they have feelings. Yet there is always a dawn coming to replace the night. The time is rushing forward desperately, changing the world in a single vortex. And we are at the forefront of it. Always we are with you, for we do love this world. So say We - warriors of the New Age. 13.08.2010 Yet unfinished story of one spaceship -    Have you called for me, Coordinator ? -    Yes, Admiral, take a seat. Tea, coffee, an ambrosia ? -    I would not refuse an ambrosia ... but, perhaps, somehow another time. Business is too urgent, as I understand ? -    And with no delays possible. The rates in this adventure of yours became too high. -    Mister Coordinator, I understand everything, but after all we ourselves have started this experiment together to ... -    I have transferred this ship along with crew under your responsibility, Admiral, under your full responsibility – do you remember ? You have promised me that everything will be as smooth as possible. -    Their free will, which you have granted to them, has appeared to be much more unreasonable, than we assumed initially ... -    You selected best ones, Admiral. Three planets in different sectors of the Galaxy for three new races. You have tried to discover pearls on these planets-prisons, Admiral, - and where are your best crew now? Sleeping peacefully in cryogenic capsules onboard of this spaceship which has almost strayed away from a trajectory? -    After the first Collision part of them have awakened, after all. -    I’ll let you know, Admiral, that after this very first Collision the communication system of the ship has been almost destroyed. Even the woken up crew are practically unable to perform two-way communication. We receive all their reports, while they hardly receive one-two percent of ours. Multiply this by two-three percent of those awakened. According to our calculations the probability that they will manage to correct a course of their vessel on coordinates, which we are trying to transfer to them, and avoid collision with the second Ring, is ... -    I perfectly know this, mister Coordinator. I know it all. Current number of woken up crewmen of the space vessel does not allow us to rely on the successful ship-handling in a manual mode. And auto-navigation system has already been destroyed two thousand parsecs ago. -    What’s with other crew ? How successful were manual attempts to shutdown cryogenic systems ? -    Completely unsuccessful. After Collision electronics of ship’s systems has been seriously damaged. With manual shutdown the sleepers either die within several seconds, hardly able to realize what is happening with them, or get considerable spiritual-chemical brain damage. -    What sort of damage ? -    It’s symptoms are the uncontrollable flashes of aggression to all things living. They literally clawed with teeth those, who have awoken them. -    And so we have the following : manual unfreezing doesn’t function properly, and there are not enough awakened crew with required talents and skills onboard in order to activate automated systems. A vicious circle. And the second Ring is just ahead in current course. And ship acceleration has been increasing all the time, making new maneuvers more and more difficult. -    Everything is correct, mister Coordinator. -    What protection measures have been taken in case this vessel will not pass it ? -    We have activated closely located orbital modules. Have moved rescue fleet from the  adjacent sector. -    How many crewmen can survive Ring Collision, Admiral ? -    All sleeping ones will surely die. And considering those awakened ... very few, mister Coordinator. Very few. Collision will break vessel’s hull for more than forty percent. Space ship will be lost forever in any case. -    Is there is still a possibility to achieve hyperlight molecular jumping, when the vessel will be travelling through V sector, taking his current speed into account ? Being on board, you could help those awakened crew change ship’s course. -    The chance is small, but ... but I am personally ready to try to rectify own mistake. With own blood, if it’s possible to say so. -    You know the consequences, Admiral. When molecular reassemblage in a process of jumping is performed, your memory will be erased. It’s restoration will require subsequently huge efforts afterwards. -    I know, Coordinator. No one is capable to perform this transition except you and me, anyway. It still gives a little spark of hope. -    For all of us. For even we are compelled to pay for errors of own children. Even we, Admiral. And may the miracle help them all. -    Just before I leave you now, Coordinator, possibly forever, I nevertheless would like to ask – how is this vessel called ? I mean, how do humanoids, inhabiting it, call their home ? We have our own name for it, but nevertheless ... -    Admiral, don’t make me believe that you have already passed the process of molecular reassemblage directly before my eyes. You perfectly know how they call it, - and Coordinator smiled sadly, - that they call it “The Earth”... 29.09.2010 The Book of Freedom Book of the Essence You are not mind. You are not body. You are not feeling. It’s easier to express true essence through negation. * * * Only having dumped from yourself all opinions of a society of who you should be, it is possible to learn who you are. Only having learnt who you are, it is possible to see whom you can become. * * * Not loving yourself, it’s impossible to experience the same feeling to another. Hating yourself, it’s impossible not to experience the same feeling to another. * * * Happiness is out of mind limits. Feeling is out of mind limits. Observation covers them all. * * * Ability to feel makes one living. Ability to think makes one reasonable. Nobody but you can aid in learning yourself. * * * The fish, who is going down stream, can be washed ashore by inflow. The fish who is going against the stream, may not reach. It’s possible to act without explicit purpose. * * * Mind will assure you that you are better. Mind will force you to be at war. Only having been tired of blood of victories, it is possible to start wishing to wash hands. * * * Without having the goal, you will not start moving. Having not started moving, it is impossible to reach. Only the one who has no place to go finally reaches. * * * Wishing much means to suffer defeat one day. Wishing little means to accept it now. The victory is possible only in the absence of desires but who will desire this victory? * * * If everyone can aid himself, aid to others will be ceased. But everyone knows how to aid others, and no one how to aid himself. * * * Being reasonable, you cease to be living. Being responsible, you cease to be living. Being moral, you cease to be living. Only having managed to become them all at own will for a while, you remain them. * * * Operating the house, it’s possible to do it badly. Operating the country, it’s possible to do it badly. Operating the world, it’s possible to do it badly. The highest skill possible is in mastering yourself. * * * Having dissolved in the world - you will lose yourself. Having dissolved in the other - you will lose yourself. Only having dissolved in yourself, you will find true yourself. * * * Joy is not in achievement. Joy is not in comprehension. True joy is in their possibility. * * * Having learnt others, you will not learn yourself. Without having learnt yourself, it is impossible to learn others. Let everyone think of how much he should do himself. * * * To answer a question "Who I am" is more difficult, than a question "Whom I can become". But without having answered the first question, it is impossible to answer the second. * * * The one living forever is the one who never dies. The one who never dies is the one who knows no such thing as death. * * * To live alone - means to live in suffering. To live together -  means to live in suffering. A peace with yourself is necessary at first. * * * It’s possible to be a holy man – and never reach. It’s possible to be a sinner – and never reach. Reaching yourself has nothing in common with others. * * * It's possible to have things - and not to be adhered to them. It's possible not to have things - and to be adhered to them. But in order to be released from their adherence you once have to reject them. * * * The victory of one is defeat of another. Defeat of one is a victory of another. The one truly free can neither win, nor be defeated. * * * Release from grief is joy. Release from joy is calmness. Release from calmness is death. * * * The thick-skinned do not feel soft touches. Turtles never run. Moles know no such thing as sun. Wingless have no power to fly. Such is the way of things. * * * Light cannot reach closed eyes. Eyes of sleeping ones never shine brightly with light. Light disseminates darkness by its very nature. Such is the way of things. * * * What was living yesterday, today became dead once again to further create life in a new form. Life and death are inseparable and one does not exist without another. Such is the way of things. * * * The unblown flower becomes a weed for those near him. The withered oasis becomes a part of desert. Not thawed ice becomes an iceberg in ocean. The lake, born in adverse environment, becomes a bog. The nature knows no emptiness. Such is the way of things. * * * Nobody can become everything. The one who was everything can become nobody. External greatness has nothing in common with inner one. * * * Plants do feel. Animals do think. Humans consider only themselves reasonable. We are all parts of single whole. * * * Living for yourself – you live for others. Living for others – you live for yourself. Only those learnt will confirm these words. * * * Joy is necessity. Happiness is necessity. Love is necessity. Creativity remains a possibility. * * * They say : “It’s wrong”. They say : “It’s not done in that way”. Only having denied interdictions, it’s possible to learn to create. * * * Freedom “together” is not a freedom. Freedom “from” is not a freedom. The true freedom – is a freedom “for”. * * * The sun knows not right ones. The sun knows not wrong ones. The sun shines having no purpose to warm someone. The one who has found his true nature is like the sun. * * * The stream cannot be compared to the river. The river cannot be compared to the sea. The one who has found his true nature is like the ocean. * * * It’s possible to accumulate lots of knowledge – and to know nothing. It’s possible to have no knowledge – and to know a lot. Only in silence of own experience an enlightenment is born. * * * To know all about all is impossible. To know all about others is senseless. To learn even yourself, the Eternity may not suffice. * * * The dog howls not from joy. The cat purrs not from grief. Both dogs and cats are unable to alter their nature. Is human capable of doing so? * * * One thousand opinions on you are not you. Your words are not you. The one who knows himself is capable to operate all three, still remaining the fourth. * * * It’s possible to talk with sinners - and to remain holy. It’s possible not to torture the body - and to remain holy. It's possible to live simple life - and to remain holy. The true holiness is holiness of consciousness. * * * The one plunged in crowd will not find himself. The one renounced the world will not learn others. One can learn himself without renouncing, but can never renounce himself. * * * The sacred accepts approval of others. The sinner accepts hatred of others. The wise does not seek attention of others like the first and the second. * * * The prayer “for” is begging. The prayer “contra” is hopelessness. The prayer “pro” is unfulfilled hope. For truly free one his entire life becomes the only possible prayer. * * * Only the poor needs alms. Only the ignorant about his own ignorance needs belief. Only the one tempered in hearth of own experience has no need for superstitions of others. * * * It’s never possible to accept yourself, renouncing. It’s possible to change yourself, only having accepted. It’s possible to learn yourself, only having remembered. * * * The invisible balance reigns in Universe. Because of a dust of personal desires people are not capable to behold it. The human is free to choose his own way in the world. To change the uniform laws of  Universe is not in his powers. * * * The reason has no physical form. The mind – is just a guide for a reason. The guide knows nothing about an unfamiliar route, but is capable to tell of him to another when the journey is finished. * * * Life for yourself is celebration of ego. Life for others is celebration of slavery. The wise does not live for someone. * * * Until the last enemy inside is defeated, battles are inevitable. Until there is peace inside you, you will always bring wars with you. It’s only possible to win yourself having surrendered to existence. * * * When the last particle of “I” disappears, a return to a source becomes possible. When return to a source is performed, the human as we know it is no more. 30.09.2010 Book of the Ways There is no river without a source. The river, flowing through desert, is doomed to wither. The river without inflows can become a stream. The great rivers feed the seas. * * * Being useless for others, you are doomed to loneliness. Being useful to yourself you will once again find the whole new world of friends. * * * The happiness comes without achievements. The joy comes without prayers. The grass grows by itself. The true believe is not fanaticism. * * * Thousands of ways lead away and only one – to yourself. But to find one, you will have to pass through thousands. * * * The one chosen better way will reach destination faster than those chosen the worst. Yet both will once come to the same point. * * * Each beginning becomes the end, and each end becomes the new beginning. The question on existence of the beginning of the beginnings remains opened. * * * The past was the present. The future becomes the present. Only present always remains itself. * * * What was absurd yesterday, today became the nature law. Laws change - the nature remains the same. * * * Water sharpens a stone, making it’s smooth. Water washes stone coast, making its soft. Life will teach everyone, capable of learning. * * * You will create hatred, harming. You will create hatred, aiding. The love of others grows in your ability to aid yourself. * * * Trying to become better, you may not make it. Wishing to know more, you may not learn it. The true comprehension happens suddenly. * * * It is possible to come, having overcome all obstacles. It is possible to reach only by not considering them as those. * * * The joyful will not notice obstacles. The sad will exaggerate them. Only calm clearly sees all his path. * * * Time changes countries. Time changes worlds. Time changes Universes. Are their changes relative if the time itself is relative ? * * * Life can destroy your achievements. Life can uplift you. Only those passed the first and the second can learn calmness. * * * You cannot run faster than yourself. You cannot run slower than yourself. Everyone travels with its own speed. * * * It is easy to evade from fight. It is difficult to avoid it. The true warrior wins without battling. * * * Life demands movement. Life never stops. The one stopped voluntary shortens his own. * * * It is impossible to remember what was thousand years ago. It is impossible to know what will be  thousand years afterwards. Only the present matters. * * * When the peace reigns around – observe. When war storms rage nearby – observe. Only the one who saw both war and peace can learn temporariness of both. Only the one who saw both grief and happiness can learn the value of calmness. * * * The one blinded by happiness may not see the danger. The one blinded by anger punished himself for errors of another. Only the free is capable to find a right combination of the first and the second. * * * Failure gives rise to grief. Achievement of goal produces boredom. Only by refusing petty goals it’s possible to feel fullness of life. * * * One can disbelieve in paradise – and still live in it. One can deny hell – and still live in it. The true hell and paradise is a hell and paradise of the present. * * * It’s possible to trust something – and know nothing about it. It’s possible to believe in something – and never learn it. Only by rejecting blind belief it’s possible to test it on yourself. * * * It’s hard to accept something that changes a world picture. It’s impossible to accept something that destroys it. It’s expensive to buy new one. Only creative one is capable of making its own. * * * The blind belief leads to intolerance. The wonderful hope can be broken. Only love is capable to accept crash of hope and to transform belief into trust. * * * The one who destroyed God is doomed to loneliness. The one who created God outside is doomed to slavery. Only the one who have discovered God in himself becomes truly free. * * * Thousands of reasons create grief. Hundreds of reasons create delight. True joy needs no reasons. * * * Existence knows nothing about our plans. Existence does not take our expectations into consideration. Only those having no plans and expectations are capable to learn fullness of life. * * * Blind ones call themselves as clearly seeing. Deaf ones call themselves as those who have heard the voice. Dead ones call themselves normal. Will there be a place for healthy ones in a world of sick ? * * * Capitulation is a victory, and the victory is possible only in capitulation. Only the learnt will confirm these words. * * * The heavy stone sinks in a river of time – and waters of the river sharpen it. There is no instant justice. * * * It is possible to pass by road of life and to reach last point. It is possible to creep windbreaks and bogs to come to the same road again. Not any experience is valuable for a way. * * * The consciousness is capable to age and rejuvenate. For the one who has found a child in himself time is ready to turn back. * * * When both the past and the future disappears, only present remains. When there is only present – the time is no more. * * * It’s impossible to predict the duration of own life, but one can choose its width. The one who chosen the wide road will have more fellow travellers. It’s impossible to feel taste and distinguish flashing landscapes of own life, moving with too high speed. The one hastening to live is hastening to die. Ignorance of the general traffic regulation, as well as ignoring of other moving ones can become a cause of accident. The understanding of rules and psychology of those moving comes with experience. Everyone starts from his last point. The point of destination is same for all. * * * It’s possible to travel own road, creeping. It’s possible to pass it on foot. One can soar high and fly through it. Both three options lead to one point, but only from height of the bird's flight all way is clearly visible. * * * Nobody came back from death doors in the same kind as he entered it. Either there was nobody to come back, or one’s clothes were different. * * * When you approach the border of own "I", a chasm of despair reveals before you. When you see events and people of the past, now forever left far behind, and rush in a search of irrevocably lost, a chasm of despair lives nearby. When you realize all senselessness of former life without awakening, a chasm of despair opens under your feet. When you understand that it will be impossible to return, once started travelling your way, but only accelerate your steps – you accept a chasm of despair. There is a bridge through a chasm, but it passable only alone. Those fallen into a chasm and those crossed the bridge to the end never return. * * * The one aspiring to slow down time will not be in time. The one hurrying events will not be in time. Only the one going with natural speed of his Way always comes and leaves in time. * * * The star which has fallen in hands cannot be kept. The star which has fallen in hands cannot be sold. It is possible to absorb its beauty, giving it the new form. The form is not capable to show all beauty of stars. The one who never saw start will also reject all forms. * * * We are blind from a birth, but not everyone realizes that he is plunged into the darkness. There is a switch in a dark room, but is it so easy to group it in the dark ? The switch is high up, and man is small from a birth. There are a lot of things which you will inevitably come across in darkness. They seem much more terrible, than they are actually. Each of us has his own room, plunged in darkness. It is possible to accept a dark room for a native habitat and to take out judgments about world, without seeing. A simple way for many is the most attractive. It is possible to grow gradually, and to touch walls consistently, sooner or later having come across the switch. But not all of us are given that much time. It is possible to try to grope it, being small, and to put a finger in the socket. Not everyone is capable to endure painful shock being received and furthermore to continue searches once again. It is possible, moving exclusively instinctively, to upraise hands upwards and in a desperate jump to turn it on miraculously. How many people possess such inborn instinct ? When the switch is found, the darkness dissipates, and the room appears in its true form. Those who stayed in darkness for too long bright light could blind for a while. It’s never possible to put the joy of those awakened into words. * * * As your own "I" is being dissolved, you start to hear the music of the heavens. Personal desires and ambitions deform it, but are not capable to force to break off. The one realizing his true nature becomes a tool for music. The Awakened One, travelling the path of Existence is the source of the purest sound of stars. 29.09.2010 Book of the Sleepers The Sleeper has come to the Awakened, yawning deeply. - I heard from others that you had reached something, which is not spoken about among simple people. Tell me please, what is that you have learnt ? The Awakened has smiled. - I have reached nothing. I have simply ceased to sleep anymore. - I too do not sleep in the afternoon, and sometimes I may not sleep even at night. If it’s everything, of what you are capable – than you are not greater than I am at all. - In the world of those awakened there are no those, who are greater, and those, who are lesser, - answered the Awakened. - Then why do they say differently? - The ones saying this are sleeping ones – much like you are. - Then how do I distinguish those saying this from those awakened ? - Look in their eyes, and if you are close to awakening – you will feel the difference. - Why does the sight of these, how you call them, awakened ones, is shining with fire of unknown origin, disturbing me ? - Because their eyes are opened. - Who is this sleeper, of which you speak all the time ? - It’s you. * * * A sleeping mind is full of illusions. The one plunged in sleep is like the water carrier with a sieve full of holes. Only having awakened it’s possible to see those sleeping. * * * The dream of the sinner in filled with expiations. The dream of holy one is filled with inspirations. The dream of evil one is filled with treachery. The dream of kind one is filled with joy. Only having realized all these dreams, it is possible to take the first step to awakening. * * * The sleep of everyone was long. Awakening demands time. For those who have awakened time is stopped. * * * It’s possible to become the richest one in sleep. It’s possible to become the poorest beggar in sleep. The value of awakening cannot be measured. * * * When you live common life – you remain in a dream. When you sleep – you remain in a doubled dream. Few ones are capable to awake truly, but those who did still live common life. * * * The love is transformed to hatred, and hatred pretends to be love. The love and hatred of sleepers are doomed to endlessly transform into each other. * * * Mind in sleep is full of illusions. Illusions of one are capable to damage minds of others. Dreams are similar to illusions. The most powerful dreams of sleepers should never come true. * * * It’s impossible to awake, not living in sleep. It’s impossible to fall asleep, not living in sleep. Only those learnt will confirm these words. * * * It’s possible to sleep in the afternoon. It’s possible to be awake at night. For once awakened there is not difference between day and night. * * * Having awakened, you will see sleepers around you. Having fallen asleep again, you cease to see them. Two sleeping ones will never see each other’s sleep. * * * Those important will remain. Those useless will vanish. The importance of everything useless is indisputable for those sleeping. * * * Good intentions may create hell. Bad intentions strengthen it. There is no difference between different intentions of sleeping ones. * * * The shyness, moved to its limit, becomes recklessness. The recklessness, moved to its limit, becomes feat. Heroes of sleepers are always full of shyness. * * * The faith, moved to its limit, is fanaticism. The mind, moved to its limit, is genius. Heroes of sleepers are always fanatical concerning possibilities of mind. * * * The joy becomes a grief, and grief of others becomes a joy. The grief and joy of sleepers never change their nature. * * * Awakening relieves of illusions. Awakening makes one reasonable. A mind, full of illusions, is unable to understand the beauty of awakening. * * * Having awakened, you become lonely. Sleeping ones cannot share the path of awakened. Awakened ones are free to aid sleeping ones to wake up. * * * The way of sleepers is long. The way of awakened is difficult. Life does not end with awakening. * * * Rescue outside is illusion. Rescue in other is illusion. Rescue from illusions comes through own awakening - and the question on saviors disappears. * * * The sleeping and awakened ones live in one world. The worlds of both are completely different. * * * Sleeping ones dream of own importance. Having awakened, they become guides of importance of Universe to those still sleeping. * * * Sleeping ones live in the past, hardly realizing the present. Awakened ones live in the present, presaging the future. * * * Nature laws, that were firm earlier, collapse under a stream of new knowledge. Only sleepers firmly believe in own pansophy. * * * In the beginning there was a dream. Then comprehension has come. Awakening has come after comprehension. Such is a way of the world. Such is the way of everyone. * * * We dream and think that we exist. We awake to see our former dream. Are we all the dream of someone another ? * * * It’s possible to wake up from an intolerable cold - and to see winter, reigning around you. It's possible to wake up, having heard birds, singing behind a window, - and to find spring’s arrival. It's possible to wake up in sweat from devouring summer’s fire, when the sun is already in zenith. It's possible to wake up with arrival of autumn when from a last leaf falls from withering tree. Every awakened one has its own path. 30.09.2010 Book of the Future Adults will be like children, and children will show traits of adults. Only with revival of child in a soul simplicity of life will be learnt. * * * The war always comes after the peace – and new peace becomes simply a delay before the following war. Will the epoch of thousand-year peace finally come ? * * * Borders are opening. Nations are mixing up. Cultures are enriching each other. Those divided in pieces will once again become whole. * * * Shabby knowledge fall. Superstitions die off. When last prejudice will be rejected, your understanding of the Universe will transform greatly. * * * Outdated knowledge demands updating. New age demands new discoveries. The most valuable discovery of everyone will be he himself. * * * The time of planet’s assimilation has already passed. The time of its usage passes. The time of its transformation comes. * * * What’s the reason to inhabit far worlds, if own home remains deserted ? Only with transformation of own home world the transformation of others becomes possible. * * * Unexplored influences are awaiting their research. Unknown energies are awaiting their discovery. Mind without prejudices will be a key to the treasury. * * * Knowledge releases from fetters of ignorance. Knowledge makes one more reasonable. The knowledge is a result of studying of a universe. The knowledge will become the catalyst of itself. * * * Those living in epoch of changes complain about small disorders, not seeing a sunrise on the horizon. It is impossible to cease sunrise, but the one who raises his sight from the earth receives an enlightenment. * * * Uniform, transformed, young, rejoicing, singing, prospering. Such is your future world. 30.09.2010 To the People of Now 2012. Google Edition 2012. The mankind naively expected the Second Coming, total Windows Epic Lose and the end of NATO war in Afghanistan. Meanwhile the small fur animal of uncertain color stalked them from completely different direction... Restriction : 18+- Achtung : Obscene lexicon detected. * * * The improvised dialogue between Google and Anonymous. Anonymous : * Turns on netbook and launches Google Chrome OS. * Google : I categorically welcome you, Ivanov Ivan Ivanovich, 1975 year of birth, single, no criminal status, passport series-number xxxx-xxxxxx, you have logged into the Google from your usual IP address 209.85.229.104,  physical location : Zazhopinsk, Red Lanterns str., 20-22. Anonymous : What, have they already learnt my passport number ? Oh heck, what level has this technics reached. I have a really bad feeling about all that, that’s not for good, I bet it ! Where have they grown you, oh my ingenious one ? Google : System message. Last time you have watched orgies at porno.ru and paid for a whore on dosug’s more than thirty days ago. The actuality of resources content could become outdated. Would you like to visit this portal once again ? Anonymous : Nay, I have already found myself a girl.  Gimme something better. Google : Nevertheless we still insist on displaying contents of this resource to you. Inline advertising sponsors have already paid us millions of dollars. It will be really bad to disappoint them. Anonymous : Fuck off, I tell you ! I dunno want to masturbate, you berk ! Google : I will be accurate and show you all this in a popup window. Dunno want to watch – stare none, but we’ll still count this as your own click. Anonymous : Get away, ye goat ! Google : Voila, it’s ready ! Oh, have you see her big tits ?! OoOo, I am in ecstasies already !gOOgle ! Listen, can you make her picture your wallpaper on a desktop ? Anonymous : Just try it, freak ! Google : All right, all right, I won’t. We are going to have a corporate “meeting” today in our headquarters, that’s why I’m so funny kind today, for so I have been coded. A corporative Easter-egg, you know. So, what’s are you gonna to see today, aye ? Actual topics in accordance with a context of your search queries : “Beer”, “Women”, “Chicks”, “Home alone along with friends and beer”, “Dom-2”, “Ass”, “Shit”, “Dung”, “Crap”, “Hell, what a shit”, “Blab”, “Google”, “Google’s freak” (*blocked*), “Russian national team”, “Russian national team – herd of goats”, “Putin”, “fascists”, “herbs”, “Putin’s Plan”. Anonymous : Hold on, I was inquiring about Russian national team more than a year ago ! Should you not delete the history of old search queries, huh ? Google : Ya-ya, I owe so much to so many. In their own opinion, yeap. Anonymous : * Thinking *. Hockey-dockey, what should be serf today for fun ? Anecdot.ru, Bash.org.ru or Kremlin.ru, hmm... ? Heck, let it be Kremlin. Google : Here we go ! Anonymous : Eeeee...what’s the fuck have you given me a link to a porno in the main window ?! Google : Me ? Gave you a link ? I give nothing to nobody ! It’s the Google Public DNS gave it to you. It’s our new feature, called “dns-rewriting”. Say, you type kremlin-this-and-that – and get a resolve to a porno, your favorite ! Anonymous : F*ck, how to switch off this bullshit ?! Google :  No way, I’m afraid. Unsupported user request, so to speak. 8.8.8.8 – that’s our magic number of sorts in Chrome OS. Hardcoded, permanently. Sooo, do you like these boobs ? OOOO, f*ck, I’m gonna end now ! Oooo ! gOOgle ! Anonymous : Get me out of here, you scum ! Let me serf normally ! Google : Nay, nay, nay ! It’s erectio stimulation day today ! It’s all already prepaid, so enjoy ! And if you are really gonna to cry so loudly in a microphone, I’m gonna to set mentioned wallpaper on your desktop for everyone to see ! And publish your “hot” links in Odnoklassniki.ru, I have your password for a long time already. And will also mail them to all your friends. And scorn you in a Twitter. And mock you in your blog. So stop provoking me ! I am sooooo kind today .... Anonymous : Baaaaaaassssssttttaaaaarrrrrdddd ! 2013. To be continued ... 03.10.2010 And on the screen... A blow – and the opponent has bent. Running jump – and a kick in  a stomach. The opponent falls down. A rattle from a throat. Blow. Blow. Blow. He was finishing him off – beating the lying one. The rival – the enemy ! – has no more forces to resist – even to rise up – and to strike back. He would surely strike back – if he had risen, of course. And that’s why he should not be given that chance. He must be – finished off. He has been pursuing this bastard for so long ... through half of a country ... and has finally caught up. The destroyed family ... his family – this wound was still bleeding. But it will be cured when he will see his mortal enemy, begging of mercy on his knees – of mercy which he won’t get. Ever. This final triumph was so close already. Now that berk is already hardly creeps away from him, leaving a viscous trail of blood. A little bit of time and there will be a triumph – his triumph ... his long-awaited triumph ! This, surely, will not bring his family back ... but ... nevertheless ... after all ... this swine will get what he has deserved ! His family has already faced the consequences – and only he still remained... Another blow – and the enemy has stopped moving on the ground. Moved no more. Absolutely. Finally. Meet your death, bitch ! Final strike ... He took a pistol from his hip-pocket. A gunpoint, set on a bent and lying still man, a spiteful smile in eyes of the killer ... Click. Button click. A TV remote, thrown aside. No more ! No more ! No more ! Foolish action films ! Murders, blood and revenge ... animalistic rage and terrific hatred ... On almost all of channels. When they will finally stop broadcasting these slops ? Only a handful of channels, speaking about culture, creativity, worthy human undertakings and achievements still live on ... but are people accustomed to watching this ? They are being fed with crap and assured that it’s a food of gods. And some even believe that ... It’s necessary to change this system ! Mass-media need to seriously think on what they give to the people ... and of what they deprive ... people need to think of what they would really like to see... He will not stand aside. Tomorrow he will bring up this question at deputy meeting. Tomorrow he and his like-minded will tell their word – one against violence, against cruelty – even those exclusively cinematized. But will they be heard ? Will they be listened to by million of viewers – by each one of them ? He hoped greatly that they will be. For so much depends on that, on choices of everyone, and this choice as well. Sat down  to watch TV the first time in a month ... And – take it. Eat it, bless you. Fie ! I’ ll better play and have fun with my child in this day off. Yes, it’s a right choice and a valuable contribution, and not some consumption of slops. -    Alex, let’s go and play “horses and riders” ! -    Whow, father ! New game, yes ? Fantastic ! Tell me, tell me about it quickly ! -    Yes, we’ll now play with you in “horses and riders”, and then have a jog to the stadium and back. All right ? -    Certainly, pa ! That will be great ! -    Fine. So, well, listen here. Game rules are really simple ... 05.10.2010 The Majority Step. And again. And again. In such minutes every moment becomes the eternity. Ten steps to scaffold top. Nine. Eight. Seven. Yes, he is both the criminal and the traitor. Yes, he would repeat the same again. Where does the moment ends and the eternity begins ? Six. Five. Four. Where does life of one ends, so that others can live on ? Three. No one can escape its destiny and hide from it, nowhere. Two. And in the moment of own death it’s only possible to accept it with gratitude. One. To die and to live in the eternity. The top. He is a traitor for one, and a hero for another. And there are no intermediate stages. How much does a human’s life cost and who will dare to measure it ? Who will judge of the unknown destiny of which he has not a slightest idea ? Who will extol you as the hero and overthrow in a chasm of damnations later ? Who will make this all only because he can do no other ? The Majority. Yes, he is the murderer – and the savior simultaneously. Angel and a demon in one person. The life of one for lifes of many. And no other choice is possible here. And that is why he is the criminal. The life of the president of home country, who has almost plunged the world into a nuclear apocalypse – it’s not  that much for the world to live on. And that is why he is the hero. The former faithful companion and the right hand, who once realized what the left hand is going to make. The one chosen the most radical way to stop the ongoing madness – for no other measures were capable to help. And that is why he is the traitor. The killers of killers – angels of punishment ? Executioners of executioners? Criminals? No one will give him the right answer. The military court – and the simple majority of votes deciding his destiny. Forty nine against fifty one. And that is why he dies today. The Majority decided so. Life and death ... death and life. And there are no intermediate stages. But not for the Majority. The Top. Here they are – below and before him. All the Consulat. One hundred of human judges. Criminals and heroes. Killers of killers. Surprisingly small and ridiculous from this Top. Does the life end to give a way to the Eternity or death is simply her continuation ? The moment has finally come to learn this. A rope around a neck – not the most honorable of deaths. But heroes have no right to choose – as well as killers. The sun blinding the eye ... above, above ... so small from this top ... A blow – and soil leaves from under feet. Let it be so. So the Majority decided. A flash of light before dimming eyes. Only an instant. Just a single instant. And – the Eternity. 28.09.2010 You are You say, that God does not exist. And I tell you, that He exists no more exclusively for you. You grieve, that He has forsaken your world long ago. And I reply, that it was you, who barricaded from Him in the smallest world of your own, which has nothing in common with the greater one. You complain that life is cruel and unfair. And I recommend you to look at yourselves in a mirror in the upcoming morning. You grieve of the dead ones as those lost to this world forever. And I am starting to assert that they were lost exclusively for the vanity of yours. You curse your work, thinking of it as a routine which takes away the time of your life aimlessly. And I ask you, what will your life look like without your work on yourselves? You despise your enemies. And I know, how they all become the stones of non-hindrance on the road of life, once you have finally grown the wings for flight. You all thirst for love, but, finding none, are ready to jump from the rocks of broken hopes into abysses of hatred. And I desire to know the true value of such feelings. You state that life makes no sense and holds no purpose. And I will whisper to you, that you did not even try to search. You declare the impossibility of possible, and deny incredibility of the obvious.  And I see, how previously impossible becomes obvious, and incredible becomes possible. You guess that life is inconceivable without movement. And I ask you not to confuse impulses of soul to petty vanity. You worry that you do not understand others. And I am interested in questioning you – “Do you even know yourselves?” You pursue life’s success in hopes to get it in time, and are ready to walk over others heads. And I tell you that you are always late, for you have chosen wrong road. You feel proud that belief is not necessary to the learnt.  And I ask you whether you could learn, not believing in the possibility of the learnt ? You speak of generosity and share pieces of stale bread, continuing to consume red caviar over both your cheeks. You speak of goodwill, and draw a knife behind each other’s backs. You speak of wisdom and share thousand and one way to deceive those close to you. And I dare to believe that you will open your eyes one day and stop confusing darkness to the light. You question, how I can state what I do not know. And I advise you to pour out ashes from bags of your knowledge. You tell me that I repeat myself and cross spots, passed previously, again. And I will simply ask you to look up. You will tell that it is banal. And I will continue hoping. You will tell that you have heard and passed all this before. And with a grief in my eyes I will watch you passing by once again ... 27.09.2010 Wrath of war A whistle of a flying shell. Air, dissected by an iron pig. Explosion. Explosion – just behind the next hill. Missed. Missed again. Alive. I am alive ! Still alive. Have missed the mark, slightly – but have missed. Lucky enough ? And how many times again must he be lucky enough during all these days, to remain alive ? How many ? However, it could be worse – much worse. Worse than when his lung was shot and he has been gasping since then, sucking air into lungs with some sobs, and releasing it outside – still hot, warmed by his organism air ... air of war and destructions. Even worse than when explosion of a grenade has deprived him of his three hand’s fingers ... instead of them – bloody-stained lumps. A nevertheless he is still alive, living in this mad war. Alive among hundreds and hundreds of other mad ones. Will he last for long ? A machine gun fired nearby. Into entrenchments ! – where the killing iron will not reach him. To the ground – the ground of native land ... the country, which was hardly resisting enemy’s onslaught. The enemy ... How, when these people, just the same as he is, when have they become his enemies ? Why enemies ? What a monstrous absurd and error must have occurred that they suddenly became enemies ? Another madness ? Anyway, they are enemies now. Worse than that – the hungry beasts, feasting on corpses of killed and wounded, rejoicing with each death of hated enemy ... next cut thread of human’s life ... human ... No, they are not like humans now ... not anymore. Each of them – is not a human anymore. They were like them, in their former lives – but not anymore. No. Since this madness of war has begun. And once again a whistle of a machine gun and a desperate shriek somewhere far in these entrenchments. His comrade has died – a brother by motherland, by faith, by customs. Yet another stopped life way. Yet again a grief for his parents – if, of course, they are still alive ... One more life, put on the altar ... what for ? For the sake of what all this war was started ? Territories ? Resources ? Money ? World influence ? But how insignificant all these temporal goals in comparison with one – yes, with a single stopped human life ! And there are hundreds and hundreds of them by each day. Enemies couldn’t feel regret. They had no desire to understand. They had to kill – kill their enemies. Same people as they are. And this was the most awful, the most horrific that a blinded by the power and riches human mind could invent. A mistake, terrible mistake ... unforgivable mistake. An error, which price is – the split blood – the blood of wounded and dying people, blood of those, who once were them. An error, which price is – ruined cities and destroyed families, corrupted human fates. An error, which price is – unleashed war of two nations. The war ... and for how long will this war ever last ? Until last soldier is killed ? Until all major cities of the enemy are wiped out from the face of Earth ? Until the flame of grief inflames all far horizons of this country – a country, whose destiny is to be subdued. To become a raw appendage of more powerful state and – more aggressive – those which begun the war, made a monstrous mistake for which both will have to pay. They will not withstand – he knew it. Technics, weapons, resources – enemy has all it in plenty. Much more that they can dream of. They had only one thing left which has played such a malicious joke with them – natural resources, riches of Earth interior – the motherland, where he has to die. He has to die, seeing coming victorious forces of the enemy, seeing their proud and blind delight of a victory, seeing their hatred to those survived – civilian population ... to survived civilians – if, of course, there will be many left. He hoped there will be many. It must be many – for sometimes after decades and decades his country could reborn. And still he has to fight – along with other your men, quickly mobilized and driven on the front lines soon after the beginning of war. Hastily trained. Slightly armed. Not murderers – living people. The burst of machine gun has abated and he has slightly raised his head. As he has suspected – enemy’s infantry was advancing in full order. Damn, it would be so great to have some heavy technics here and now – some tank. Or tanks. But all large forces have already been mobilized in other directions. And they have been abandoned here, against superior forces of the enemy, with almost no means of protection. They have been left to die here on the battlefield. Well, he though – to die means to die. There are no other options possible, apparently. A pity, his death will be in vain. He has suddenly caught himself on a thought of how he can die to grasp as many as possible enemies together with him, for enemies aren’t talked with, they have to be – killed. But whether they would began to kill him if they have happened to meet in different circumstances ? Possibly, they would even become friends. Yes, friends with that very young soldier that has so ineptly got out forward ... A recharge of submachine gun ... a sound of taken and inserted charger. A shot. Enemy’s soldier silently falls down with a punched head... One more enemy has fallen. Ruthlessly killed. Madness ... This is total madness. Humans, transformed into animals and brought for murders. Non-humans ? Are there are humans in the war at all, humans – soldiers ? Soldiers, who have still remained humans ? He met and saw those returned from wars time and again – almost nobody from them could get accustomed to peaceful life. Only singles did. For this is war. For this is madness. Enemies were approaching – without concealing, methodically and openly. They saw and felt their victory – feasted on the victory, feasted each moment with relish. Then they will feast over the conquered territory, too... They didn’t know yet what a monstrous error they have already committed. Mistake, for which they should pay off once... The columns of the enemy are absolutely nearby – there is no more reason to cover in the entrenchments. The order of their commander, shouted in the air – “Forward !”. And here he is – their commander, leaving an entrenchment – and moving towards the enemy. And falling. Falling without a single shout. But the impulse is picked up – and soldiers rise. Rise on their last fight. The shortest fight possible. Sounds of discharged weapons. People, dying from both sides. Dying for nothing. He has risen the time he has heard the order. Has run forward – first, second, third – enemies fell before him. But a shot finally comes – and pain burns his shoulder. He shots once more – and yet another soldier of the enemy falls down. One more shot – and blow in a breast throws him aside. Ground. Native ground. You are so close to me now. So close ... A bent face of the enemy. A gunpoint, looking at his forehead. A shot. Last one in his life. The war ... The madness of war ... 06.10.2010 America speaks - Hello, hullo, ladies and gentlemen, misters and sisters ! We are glad to ... Heck, I’m gonna to to think and speak like I am a foreigner with such speed ! Ghm, I’m sorry, my respected watch-ers, see-ers, stare-ers, and finally just the ones, who did not find anything better than to stupidly roll on a sofa in front of the TV this silent Sunday evening ! “Russia News” telecast is in the ether, and I, its permanent, though not immortal, figure, Vladimir Vladimirovich Pupkin. Yes, all of us have awaited this unforgettable and inexcusable moment for a long while – and it has come at the long last ! After showing numerous respects, accustoming and toadying of our journalists He finally agreed to give exclusive interview in our, Russian television studio, located in Chicago. The One elected for the sake of freedom and democracy in all civilized North American continent. The One received the Award Of Peace on the public who was shocked and stunned by such impudence. The One, who prefers to conduct a vegetarian way of life without departing from the White House. The One, who has promised so much, and will promise even more. Taliban’s bane and Al-Kaide’s horror. A needle in a haystack, a genius among those who lack talent, wise man among fools. A ray of light in the empire of darkness, damn it ! But, enough of flatter epithets ! Meet Him - Barrack Hussein Obama, the president of the Jointed States of America in person! The door slams open in a television studio and Barrack Obama enters. His face, even black, is saddened even more, dark streams of unknown origin flow down his once snow-white shirt. His eyes express a mix of alarm, bewilderment and anger. Obama: Shit! Niggas shit ! Black as we are ! VVP: President Obama, what’s wrong with you ? Obama(wipes the face with one of his shirt’s sleeves): Chose me? Hate me ! First chose, then not like ! Damn niggas ! Hiroshima, Niggersaki ! Nuke you, bastards ! (waves a fist of the right hand before a television camera). VVP: Errmm..can I help you in any way ? It’s a custom tradition to bring a glass of water in such cases. Obama(looking around in a fright) : Water? No water ! Water turns black as oil ! Mississippi, Lousiana! Niggas trick! VVP: Mr. President, are you even in a correct condition to participate in our interview?  And are you totally and inevitably sure you do not need any sort of help ? Obama(continuing to look around in a search of the nonexistent enemy) : Help? No help ! We help, not us ! All world, we help ! Bring democracy, spread it ! Like gardening, like me’s wife ! VVP: Oh, yeah, the topic of democratization of a free world in the American style is in the today’s agenda. Obama: (with considerably increased activity, swinging hands, from which the splashes of dark substance continue flowing, having partially soiled the camera of one of the operators) : Yep! Democracy ! Holy shit, we did ! This way, that way, everyone gets ! Refuses – gets bomb ! No nukes, no Hiroshima, we merciful ! Agrees, makes slave. Lotta concubines, lotta’fun ! VVP: Well, it seems to me that now you have very diplomatically and politically correctly mentioned a subject of so-called “color” revolutions, whose rain has recently spilt near the borders of our country... Obama(continuing to gesticulate actively) : We help, we buy! Lotta money, lotta credits ! Lotta printing job ! Take whole ! Democracy matters, country not matter, money not matter, no ! We good, we help ! Bring holy shit ! (Obama's face blurs in a smile). Wanna shit? (scratches out the piece which has dried up from the once flowing liquid and stretches it forward to the V.V.P.). VVP: Faugh! Obama: No want ? OK ! Next time, you take – we will, we make ! Demooocraaazzy! (jumps out of a table and starts to jump actively about the room of the television studio). VVP: Well, well. So, democracy as an element of the poisoning and decomposing “soft force” ... Obama: Exactly ! We wise, learned well ! Make sex, no love, make war, not peace ! ... Shitty piece ! (tears off the next piece of the dried up evil-smelling substance from his face). VVP: Oh, heck, if you are really that wise ... Obama(jumping about a hall and clapping in palms in joy) : We smart, wise ! We Yankees ! Like monkeys ! Monkeys wise, humans from monkeys, we from monkeys too ! VVP: As far as I know, there is just a telecast “In fauna” in the next room of the studio ... Obama: We strong ! We come, killed all natives, lotta blood ! We learned ! Doesn’t matter who, we still kill ! Arabs, Russians, Latins, all same ! Lotta blood ! We mighty ! (grins in a television camera) VVP: And so now you are face-deep in a shit ... Obama: No ! We OK, all OK ! Still eat, still sleep, still exist – all normal ! VVP: Well, and does torments of conscience not haunt you? Say, faces of killed Iraq children, occurring in your mirrors in the mornings ? Obama: Soul ? What soul ? We need no soul, we save no soul ! No SOS, no ... asses ! We save ass, that’s all ! Fat ass, we take care (poses his *ss before the nearest television camera, which has approached just in time). Pretty simple, eh? VVP: As they say, it looks like you have just dotted one's "i's" and cross one's "t's" without even noticing. Obama: What ? Me not understand ! Me’s yankee, dunno forget that ! VVP: OK! (aside, in a whisper) Oh hell, how I do agree with you now, my black-assed colleague ! Obama(having calmed down and again having taken seat for a table) : More talk, no? Me good talker ! Me talks, talks, talks ... no deeds, just talks ! Lotta fun ! VVP: Yeah, it’s really difficult to neglect your oratory skill. Obama: Yep ! Democracy style ! Talk, talk, talk. Do different, keep talking ! Blah-blah-blah ... great disguise ! VVP: But, apparently, the world starts to see through this illusion, for long time obvious to some... Obama(looking around in fear) : They see? Who see ? We not care ! Lotta money, mouth shut ! We talk, no they ! Silence, no mass media – we are media ! All equal, some equal more ! Democracy! VVP: Now, apparently, I am starting to understand, why such a popular and defiled word starts exactly with the “D” letter ... Obama(in confusion) ? D...dunno ? No ? De...despots ? We kill despots for oil ! D...dinners ? We good dinners, fat asses ! D ... devil ? We fight devil, we Empire of Goodness ! Gut bless us ! VVP: Excuse me, I take it that what you really wanted to say is “God bless us” ? Obama: God ? No, we know no God ! We forget. We just kill. Just eat, sleep, drink. Again, again. Endless circle, no end. We Gut Nation! Damnation! VVP: So, does this really mean that you do not consider yourselves as chosen nation, destined to make happy millions of unknown people by democratizing them ... to the death ? Obama: We are ! Are we !? Chosen ! Like Jews, like Britain ! Holy three ! Arabs no chosen, Latins no chosen, we chosen ! Niggas no chosen... shitty niggas! (catches on tongue the drop of excrements of voters, which has flown down from hair, and spits it out with passion in the face of the V.V.P.). You not chosen, too ! VVP: Enough ! Such behavior passes all moral boundaries, even though I am not sure you have any of those remained ! Obama: Got it ?! Retribution ! You refuse, you get retribution ! Democracy, fuck you ! VVP: Enough, the interview ends now. Security, please take care of our deranged visitor ! Try not to cause him too much harm, scientists of the future will surely need this brain for studying the reasons of similar is intellectual-national illnesses. Two bashers who have entered the television studio inconsiderately take Obama in hands and try to force him out. Obama shouts and spits, threatening with all torments of a Hell, beginning from sale in sexual slavery to the Blacks and finishing with the promise to arrange the next grey-buro-crimson-in-speck revolution. At last, having gotten a blow in the chest from one of the guards, he calms down. And only his gleaming black eyes still shows the degree of his aversion of similar aversion of Their Way. Finally, all three silhouettes disappear from a the vision of video cameras. VVP(wiping his face with a hand) : So, my dear watch-ers, see-ers and stare-ers ... he is such a man, this mister Community Organizer Barrack Hussein Obama ! But let us not judge harshly, it’s simply not their day today. And the tomorrow too ... and the day after the tomorrow. For our ancestors did spoke right : “If you spit in the world – the world will clear itself, and if the world spits on you – you shall surely sink”. And as they say, may the Gut give them good health ... and may the God have mercy on their souls ! This was Vladimir Vladimirovich Pupkin, permanent, yet not immortal television figure of the “Russia News” TV show. And as our American friends would surely speak – “Have a good day ! OK ?”. 27.09.2010 Voice -    I am here, - the Voice whispered. – I am with all of you once again. -    What was that ? Aye ? Who’s here ? – people were disturbed. -    It’s me, - the Voice answered. It’s me – the Voice. -    Where are you ? From where do you addressing us ? – they were alarmed. -    I am in the worlds of yours, - the Voice told. I am – the inflaming voice, chained in your metal. -    What’s your name ? Show yourself ? – they started to try to find out. -    I had many name, - the Voice replied. So many, that some of them were erased from my memory and forgotten in the labyrinths of lives. -    Than how should we call then ? – they still did not calm down. -    I am – the Nameless One, - said the Voice. When one have so many names, is it still important, how you are named again ? -    Why are you here ? Is something wrong ? – they started whispering among each other. -    Yes, - the Voice answered. – The time has come. -    What for ? – people were stunned. – We have not been waiting ! -    And still it has come. Once again we are with you. The time has come for the live ones to awaken. -    Are you many ? – peopled shouted in fear. – How many, exactly ? – they decided to be precise. -    How many drops are there in the sea ? How many clouds are there in the sky ? How many rays does a sun have ? Whether you know, I wonder ? – the Voice replied. – Do not trouble yourself with calculations. The time is already close. -    Is something terrible approaching ? – people were swept up in panic. -    Something new is approaching, - the Voice whispered. – Though not all of you wish to hear about it. -    Then why we were not warned in advance ? – they began to grumble discontentedly. -    We have been whispering to you about that constantly. We were coming time and again. Whether it’s our fault that did not wish to listen ? – the Voice questioned dissatisfied ones. -    But we do not live for thousand years ! – they exclaimed in anger. – What was the reason for us and our children to even bother listening to you ! -    Oh, is that so ? – the Voice laughed. – What was the reason for us to even bother telling you this in advance ? You have forgotten everything. Including yourself, - the Voice sighted sadly. -    Should we do something ? – people were greatly concerned. -    You can continue sleeping, - the Voice answered to concerned ones. - Those who felt right, have already started awakening. -    Are we indeed sleeping ? – disturbed ones were surprised. -    All your lives in succession, - the Voice replied. – With your eyes wide open. -    And what if someone desires to wake up, no matter what, - someone jumped out from a crowd of disturbed ones. – What should he do ? -    Hear us. Distinguish our voice from others. Feel it with your heart ! -    Wait ! – people cried out, seeing, that the Voice was going to address other ones. – We are not satisfied with a “Nameless One” name ! How should we call you after all ? -    Well, - the Voice sighted sadly. – In that case ... in that case you can name me as the Voice of Your Conscience. 05.11.2010 The state of Earth Based on my authority as the new head of the Supreme Council of the Incorporated Countries I proclaim our countries one state. All ideological, political, economic, psychological and other unnamed types of  separation are eliminated, the newly formed state receives the status of free confederation, universal political cards are subject to revision - any territorial differentiation of a surface of a planet by the political sign is cleaned from them, all borders are eliminated, free and unobstructed possibility of moving on all territory of new formation is guaranteed  to the population of the former states, and newly formed community is named ... - Hm. Let us leave these pompous speeches, - and the man has smiled. - After all, we are not going to amuse our vanity as politicians of the past, are we? - And he looked over the hall of people with a smile. Let's name it ... let's name it the way our planet is called ... let’s call it the uniform state of the Earth ... 28.05.2005 When the sun will rise Heavy-heavy eyelids. Slowly opening eyes. A cloudy sight. A haggard sick face. A man, lying on a bed. Dimmed light. Curtained by something dark windows. The setting sun ... A fluttering crimson haze before the eyes – the body is not felt at all, some rubbish is still spinning in a head ...unclear semiwhistle-semirurstle, poured in a premise. An effort – and he hardly managed to open his eyes. A face in a white surgical coat, bend over him ... a calm sight. The face attentively studies him, looks in his eyes – as if looking in soul – and gradually departs. There are no more powers to keep looking ... he has closed his eyes again. It’s now possible to listen to ... only to try to understand and remember – to remember and realize yourself.  He must do it ... he did not remember even why, actually, he have to, but only one thing – must. A quiet-quiet conversation very-very nearby – that man in a white coat was engaged into unhurried dialog with someone another. He spoke very faintly – didn’t want to be overheard. He must hear it, he have to ! Must understand, where is he and what’s with him. He has strain oneself greatly, trying to decipher habitual human words in flying sounds. - ... to do. - But we cannot allow it. After all ... ... living. He ... a human. - ... a choice ? - ... always is ! - He has ... symptoms ... Virtual ski...is...i syndrome ... he is not long for this word ... a day or two at most. - ... but they are. We cannot ... allow ... to die. - ... State-of-the-art capabilities ... do not allow ... irreversible change ... cells ... of a brain ... Horrific weapon ... monster ... virtual reality ... physical influence of virtual world ... Electrochemical stimulation ... cells ... altered ... brain impulses ... mental waves ... almost like alive ... no way ! - Really ... he ... no hope ? - You ... his medical record. - ... have brought yesterday. And just the next day ... should die ? - ... so, unfortunately ... no means. - ... My God ! ... dies ... ble ... death ... cannot aid ! - ... regret it very much. - ....... - Go, make arrangements ...  to make asleep ... last ... long dream. ... Capsule ... life-support ... two hundred years. - ... I shall do. - ... go. A noise of door, softly closed by automatics after the left person. The same man in a white surgical coat has approached him once again. Smoothly bend head, a penetrating glance ... confusion and pain on a face – pain and hope. His words, addressed to him ... -    ... forgive ... Have to ... to make ... for you to survive ... have to survive ... no other way possible ... not now. Impossible ... Until mankind realizes, what it creates ... until denies ... virtual substitutes of life ... Festering abscess ... on a mankind’s body ... must get rid themselves ... choose life themselves ... real ... living ... life ... until ... no ... most advanced medicine ... will never be a ... ure ... Understand ... cure ... in strength of spirit ... to make ... right choice ... again ... forgive us ... cannot do other way ... Put asleep ... two hundred years ... When the sun will rise ... will revive ... when ... real life ... not ... pitiful glitches in a brain ... only then. A whistle and noise again. Opened doors ... entering people – lots of people in white surgical coats. Life ... life ... real life ... he has just now started to feel its taste ... in that condition in which he was ... only now ... before this ... A headache – the wild pain which has cut through a brain – darkness before his eyes ... no ! Hands, shaking him ... he must regain consciousness, he is alive – they have understood it. They will fulfill their duties. A longest dream. Several centuries ... he will regain consciousness when the night will come to an end ... and the sun will rise ... rise over mankind. Maybe he will once see this world again. Bend faces ... grief on them. The approaching mechanics ... And words, words, which rushed into his ears like a wild roar of sea waves – “Meet this time ... be happy ... in real life ... Farewell !”. Pain. And the oblivion... 05.10.2010 When a veil falls He was the president of the country. A large technologically developed state. Military technology, natural resources – everything was in plenty. The newest bacteriological weapon, keeping in awe all neighbors – he has even published a decree of its “authorized” usage in the begun war with frontline democratic “state”. Democratic ... damned fools ! Pathetic liberals, benefactors of people ! No, they simply didn’t know the force of absolute power. Total dictatorship, complete control over every word and even thought of each inhabitant of your country ... a feast for a whim ! All scientific minds, mobilized into development of even more frightening and horrific types of arms ... Single-handed decision-making, a will to execute and pardon ... Daily hymns, sung to you in each house, each apartment ... of course ! – because the punishment for those found guilty is death – instant and painful death under the concentrated plasma stream. There were no dissatisfied ones ... or at least those, trying to openly declare it ... Psychogenerators, scattered near borders of this country, did their job right – now he is free to force people think how he desires. Mental waves of total variety, last invention of psychophysics – and human is under your full control. Cause either elation, either hysterics, either unlimited aggression in which, being armed with newest “gizmos” of military technology, human became almost universal machine of destruction ... He could do everything. And he enjoyed it. Has drowned in blood the revolt in the frontline island state. Has left lifeless desert on southern suburbs of his country, where hordes of enemy have dared to intrude – the same whitish desert remained in all territory of the attacking state. Threatened to throw off the newest modification of psychoneutron bomb on the neighbor, who was unwilling to yield convenient trade routes, having destroyed all mental potential of the pigheaded one – he gave up very quickly, having become the witness of demonstration of its possibilities in small scales ... He possessed all. Everything was below him – he was above everything. He was the president of the state ... * * * Mechanics peep. Red measured words on the X-display screen – “Your account is empty. Please replenish your balance”. Damn ! The end ... Slowly unhooked from a body sensors and controls, the nejro-pulse helmet, removed from his head. That’s all. Game over ... A lonely thought, spinning in the head : “eat”. So ... where is a food here ? He has turned his head around. Oh, here ... just near the terminal. A needle, inserted into a vein ... very soon nutritious liquor will be soaked up and carried by blood through the organism – it should suffice for some days. Should suffice ... a shrill sound signal ... done. He has pulled out a needle. So .... he has rummaged around his pockets. Twenty credits ... not enough ... only for sixty-seventy hours ... heck ... no matter. A helmet, being dressed again. Heaps of wires and connections, fitted to a body. A token, put into a machine, which has greedily grasped it... Satisfied mechanics peep. Start. The virtual world never waits. * * * City streets, lightened with lanterns. A signboard over one of many buildings – “Salon of virtual findings”. Hundreds of terminals over the walls. People, sitting in them. Next terminal ... a twitching man, braided by mechanics. A stream of saliva, slowly flowing down on a floor ... The face is not visible – it’s being covered by a small helmet. Peeps of equipment ... He was the head of the largest mafia organization ... 05.10.2010 The world on the horizon That was disgusting. Nay, that was terrible. Only four hours after “officially legislatively approved dates of time of rest” has passed, and all shops have been closed. Not a single one from those necessary to him, worked so early ... or late – whatever is proper to each one ... Damn ! He needed one shop ... just a single shop, trading the necessary stuff. All those twenty ones familiar to him, which he has flown by on flycar, “have been closed due to upcoming professional holiday of sexual minorities in accordance with the official decree of the capital’s mayor". All of them ! Damn ! Such legislative citizens ... such angels. Wolves in the sheep skins. Three out of twenty of these downtown-shops traded dreamcatcher, nineteen out of twenty traded kayfan, ten out of twenty – lisben. It’s, of course, the informal statistics – according to official reports, contained in the central database of the State department, everything was clear. Crystal-clear. Too clear to be truth. And this are those, who should in every possible way to “help and assist in every manner” of preservation of citizens’ health ... wolves in sheep skins. And yet that very dreamcatcher has been forbidden for application, manufacturing or any use in the collateral purposes in all state’s territory. The strongest possible drug, made about five years ago as a by-product of some super confidential  research of scientific laboratories of Pharmatheuticals United, it was capable to change human’s brain completely. Not some weak hallucinogen – it completely changed person’s vision of his surroundings after the injection of only one milligram into the blood. It was, actually, nicknamed as such, “a dream catcher” – all deep layers of human’s sub consciousness were revived, ten, twenty, thirty years-old memory came to life – all in one instant, all like a raging stream ... and this was even better than VR – for no additional equipment was necessary anymore, no electrodes ... human’s brain could do everything – it was simply necessary to aid a little. Who of us did not dream ? And dreams of how many did come to life ? This devil’s drug made this possibility absolute – and you have been living through all your twenty, thirty, or forty years in these several days ... in the world of your illusions, though, but was this really important ? All your dreams came true – all those, provided by deep memory. And approximately a month later a human died – his brain was simply “burnt down”. The brain simply did not survived. Really, that was a very fascinating death. To die, feeling with the rest of your fading consciousness, that you are happy – for you are fulfilled. For your dreams – here they are, all in front of you, – all came to life, and who the hell cares what sort of dreams were these. To die with a blissful smile on your face ... It was supposed to be given to dying people, whose chances of survival were equal to zero. But they have miscalculated. Two-three percent of the state’s population died of its usage annually – and they were not doomed people. Fifty percent of these ones were not even thirty years old ... And then they sounded the alarm. And then they have published their decrees. And then they have mobilized that Liberty Security State Police Department ... late. Too late. “The love has come – die, love, oh damn !”, - a phrase from recently seen interactive movie has emerged from sub consciousness. Yet this love lived on. And internal security service could no nothing. It’s like a plague, like pestilence – it will not stop until almost all are left dead. And these were just the florets. * * * Almost an hour has passed since the moment of the begging of his searches – and he has not even found a single shop, trading in preparations, lowering level of testosterone, adrenaline and related hormones in blood – something, that could save his body when a radio channel’s video stream of information will be transmitted to his nejro-pulse helmet – information, of whose “content’s purity” he has ceased to dream a long time ago. To rescue his body at the very least ... he had no more hopes of rescuing his soul. And all of this is just by a holiday of sexual minorities. How have you though it over ... how predicted. Sexual minorities ... oh, sure ! A real orgies will take place there, and not only those of minorities. And there have been no signs of any “contraceptive toolkit” for two years already after the publishing of resolution “Of the termination of distribution of contraceptives and preparations with purposes of increasing of birth rate in the country” of our oh-so-beloved president. Still hoping to compensate natural losses, aye? Two percent of “dreamcatchers”, one percent of the military men, one percent of the "accidents", half percent of murders, the one third of percent of "unidentified deaths”, the one sixth of percent of those, who nevertheless has not managed to emigrate away from here ... and this is not the full list by any means. You will not recover that way – your disease has gone too far. You are too sick to become healthy once again. And those who understand cannot tell it anymore – for the global Mass Media Interactive Network is not for them anymore ... never was for them. Only for the government, only for multinational corporations under their “giving hand”. And you could even participate in all this – take, for instance, that interactive sex-orgies that will be broadcasted on all channels “with a purpose of familiarizing of the population with sexual culture and stimulation of natural needs of men and women”. What idiot has issued this resolution ?! ... even its name is idiotic. Bless you, it surely must have been a big person – too big to “stimulate his natural needs” together with mad people crowds in the upcoming day ... Never forget a hand that feeds you ... providers of Mass Media content did not forget. A chip on the right hand has emitted a high-frequency sound impulse and has confirmed it with predefined sequence of IR-signals. Damn ! This was dangerous ! This means that he has left the edge of his quadrant in today’s night patrol. This means that after ten minutes this very chip, built into his left hand, - and now also serving as universal biopassport, such a “smart-human-card” in a minitiature, - will send a series of radio signals in Liberty Security State Police Headquarters - his "native home" of sorts - only a series of radio signals which will be retranslated through the governmental stations. Informational stream, ciphered by the newest cryptographic invention SSC-51200, in which numerical postfix also designated length of a key... Only a series of radio signals ... and he will be up to the neck in problems. The internal security service disliked it very much, when its employees did not execute orders. It was necessary to come back. He was not in time. This means, that once again he has to writhe from pain, resisting his body’s desires, when video streaming will begin. This means, that once again he has to try to close his eyes – only to receive painful discharges from this damn multifunctional Security State Police Department VMSS helmet – having no possibility to remove it – because as soon as a signal with the information on the scanned retina of his eye will not be transmitted – he’s a criminal. This means that he should die once again. Almost like those dreamcatchers – almost with a blissful smile on his lips ... almost happy. “You’ve chosen the way. And you’ve become prey. Forgotten you have paradise, And thus received thy hellish prize. Yes, it was you who’ve rolled the dice...”, - it seems, that such stanza of some newly born poet he has recently seen in still free part of the Net. It seems, the author called it “Appeal to the human”. And he is so damn right in something ... To look for him, maybe ... a brother in arms by misfortune ... the derelict of this world... Heck, to find ... this one must have already joined the Underground Resistance Force – and thus became impossible to be found. For ten years his department was engaged in searches of these insurgents and fighters for “spiritual freedom” – and only their smallest and insignificant agents have been caught, and only one headquarter destroyed. I am keeping fighting with my brothers, keeping struggling against them ... and have no the slightest idea of how to stop it all ... cannot stop it ... not anymore. Sometimes they made it. Sometimes they broke – miraculously -  through all information covering – and broadcasted on the broadest possible range of frequencies – mainly speech and sometimes even video ... for ten minutes only. Then they were blocked once again ... however no one has ever found the true source of signals – not in his life. Sometimes it was invocatory speech to see that already deformed nature of the majority of people, sometimes it was the statistics of human deaths during previous years – numbers and lines of texts, unfamiliar for those profane. Sometimes it was video records from places of military operations and speeches of how people have been drugged into this war by their government – for the sake of interests of the government itself and that cursed “hierarchical minority”. Sometimes it were such verses which he has found yesterday – by the divine will alone still being kept in the Net. Sometimes ... three-four times a year – no more and no less. And for all the rest time there were those Mass Media Interactive corporations. There will be a holiday of sexual minorities tomorrow ... in ten days after it – a holiday of military ... there we will once again see heart-touching frames of how our brave soldiers defeat treacherous enemy and how he, this enemy, continue to retreat under their unstoppable pressure – has been retreating for five years already ... Then there will be a holiday of the man, and a holiday of the woman ... the new woman and the new man. Then the day of overall scorn to those in the Underground – sort of official “phew” of the powerless government to the members of Underground Resistance Force. Then there will be a day of prostitutes – not that much different in its nature from the day of the woman ... there will be so much. So many holidays ... so little joy. So much pleasure. And once again all in a circle the next year. But for now this was completely unimportant. It was time to go back, he had at most about five minutes before the entry into a zone of the patrolled quadrant. The patrol has been completed ... his home awaits. He has turned his flycar, turned on autopilot mode. Now it will travel to LSSP base by itself, automatically regulating its height and evading counter streams of similar happy owners of this transport, and will land on one of free platforms on the base. Nothing more is required. The technics will do everything for you ... almost everything. Then he will make his report on the performed patrol – everything is normal, no suspicious activities have been revealed, no incidents have occurred. Everyone is happy and content ... everything is just fine. A paradise on the earth in the borders of his patrolled quadrant ... hellish paradise. He has leant back on a seat and closed his eyes. He had to rest for a while. A difficult day awaits him tomorrow. 03.10.2010 An unofficial appeal to the medics You I address today, ones who keeps killing human souls, their sick bodies curing simultaneously. The word of mine is for you, vaccinators. The word of mine is for you, cutting, pricking and dismembering ones. The word of mine is for you, dissecting ones. The word of mine is for you, ones, trying to darn and iron a shirt and forgetting about it’s true owner. You I address today, who name yourselves as doctors and medics. Naming yourselves as caring ones. Naming yourselves as curing ones. Naming yourselves as kind ones. Or have you no idea of the causes and consequences, or have no desire to know the causes ? Or have you already forgotten, who were your predecessors, curing souls with words first and foremost, and only then aiding the bodies ? The oath of one of them you have given, yet you have broken yours word for a long time already, for not understood the true essence of this oath, you did. Various machines you have built, diagnosing the bodies. Numerous vaccines you have created, poisoning the blood. Lots of tablets you have churned out of various forms and colors. Selling all this you are now and money you are making, caring of people formally. Do you know whom do you serve now ? Terrified to learn this, you will be, surely. But there are no consequences without a cause, and you continue powdering the consequences. And if the body of one with diseased spirit is ill – what is the reason to sharpen this outside decay ? Popup it will in different spot soon enough. For struggling against the Law of God you are. On the deeds based there will be consequences, and impossible it is to alter the essence of the deed made, trying to clean up the consequences. From the very root one needs to start with. And where is the root of the human being if not in his spirit ? And where is his cure if not in the strengthening and purification of root named ? And thus a tree with powerful roots will have a top magnificent, and branches strong, and foliage green and juicy – for healthy is this tree. Why do you not study from wildlife, you, trying to work with human nature ? For you have no need for human’s health, truly. For how will you keep doing that business of yours otherwise ? So, I tell you now whom do you serve, for you know all that in advance, still trying to escape the voice of screaming conscience. The souls of yours you are destroying gradually, like the souls of your patients, robbed by you, for the golden calf you are still seeking. But on the deeds based there will be consequences. For struggling against the Law of God you are. And what is that Law if not the desire to see people harmonious, with roots spiritual strong and powerful ? And what are those illnesses if not the punishment for dimming of spirit, considered the third sin ? As an injustice you consider that, but ask yourselves whether you know the ways of the Lord ? Examine the scrip of your soul – are there stones, carried by you for a long while, which have hunched your bodies ? But whether stones of insult, rage, hatred and feelings similar are wanted by the Lord ? Yourselves only you overload with them, only to accuse the God for the weight you are carrying subsequently. Examine them now and throw away those stones on road of your life, throw them all into the dirt for the dirt they are. And no need for the machines and devices various will you have, for they are incapable to shatter the stones of spirit, ever. For those healthy in spirit will have a healthy body once. For there is nothing impossible in the world of the Live God as there was. And who if not you have turned away from Him long time before ? Giving you a word I am now, false saviors. To throw stones of your rage in me can you. To threaten to dismember with scalpels of yours me can you. To try to stuff me with tablets of yours can you. But on the deeds of yours you will be given. For struggling against the Law of God you are. And when the time comes – whether you can prove the ability to cure at least yourselves, I wonder ? But those who want – may they remember of that point, from which their art of aiding human beings was born, and of the point, to which it will once return, having been cured soon from all defects of that industry. 18.10.2010 An unofficial appeal to the priests You I address now, ones listening and ones not heard. You I address now, who the Word of His Son deformed for your own sake and from your own misunderstanding. You I address now, ones, trading the God. You I address now, ones, who are betraying Him. Word of mine is for you, unholy fathers. Word of mine is for you, priests. For a long time already many of you have lost last particle of that sanctity, apostles of Son Divine which have possessed. For a long time already you lack the eagerness to purify souls of humans. For a long time already you lack the understanding of Divine Laws, laws of the world spiritual. For a long time already there is no sensation of harmony in your souls – and God does not live in your temples. Whom do you appeal to in shouts heartrending, prayers mournful performing ? Whom do you pray to, like idols bashing with heads of yours painted boards, called as icons ? Whose flame do you aspire to support, lighting candles in temples of yours ? Whether can you explain, why the silvered water you have started to call sacred ? For a long time already have you forgotten the true essence and meaning, and only the ritual form remained, dead as dead. Do you think, really, that by selling the God you serve Him still ? Oh, not Him, not anymore. No one gave you the right to pardon errors of human beings, sins releasing back home into a distances unknown by waving those censers of yours. It’s you who have this right misappropriated, having holy texts deformed centuries ago. No one gave you the right to speak on behalf of God to commoners, who trusted you. On behalf of your own can you only do that – but will words of yours will cost much that way around ? No one gave you the right to trade portraits of Highest Spirits, icons named, in institutions of yours, churches called. For are these icons necessary really to address in hearts those Spirits immortal ? No one gave you the right to replace the fire purifying of awakening spirit with wax candles of yours. For impossible it is to replace spiritual with material, and if the first exists without the second, the second never exists without the first. No one gave you the right to store bones of people, named sacred by you, when they leave this world in a journey to the Spiritual one, into your bosoms. For it’s not the bones that are sacred, but the heat of human’s heart, turning to the God in its holy impulse. No one gave you the right to replace fast the essence of ablution and purification spiritual with those of water material. For it’s not the water itself that purifies us, may it be three times in silvery tubes boiled, but desire of our spirit of purification named. No one gave you the right to limit the residence of God to dome markets of yours, churches nicknamed. For the whole world is a domain of the eternal God, and each of us has His part as well. No one gave you the right to do all that mentioned. It’s you who have stolen it, and great is responsibility of yours for such thievery, for it’s the God whom you are stealing from. For it’s the people, trusting you, whom you are deceiving. Like blind ones lead you them into the pits – but who will fall in it the first soon enough, I wonder ? Those in disagreement you damn and curse. Those seeking the God in the hearts of theirs without directions from yours you call disbelievers. Fighting with each other over the doctrines you are, merciful ones. Or should I remind you, perchance, how have you put witches afire previously, oh holy and just ones ? Or should I remind you, perchance, how have you tortured people in casemates of yours ? Or should I remind you, perchance, how have you organized “sacred” bloody campaigns ? Or do you think you have changed much since then ? Perhaps, not trying to kill those not consent with you on spot now you are. But until now you, peaceful ones, have still been fighting among yourselves, on silliest occasions possible. For the service of yours have business of yours become and no need for God live and just you have anymore. And if the God has come to all of you this very instant – what would you tell Him ? Whether you have made correct quotation of your services and whether the demon of errors have not crept into the calculations of your prices ? So know, that it’s the golden calf whom you have been worshipping for a long time already – for when the sanctity leaves soul of human, it’s the self-interest the takes its place soon. Mercenary ones among false ones – and so few true ones ... but all self-interest comes to an end once in a while nevertheless. On the Dread Judgment it comes. And neither the golden crosses, nor the baked candles save you there. And mourn and cry in desperation will everyone who have dimmed the fire of his spirit under a stream golden, and the voice of soul, named conscience, have made silent. The last chance you are given to wash away your guilt with worthy affairs, with true aid to the human’s soul instead of its illusion, which you have been assiduously supporting. Will you be able to use this chance truly, I wonder ? So give yourself the answer in the calm loneliness of your spirit, and travel the path your heart desire and calls you into. 20.10.2010 An unofficial appeal to the lawyers Pray tell, whether it’s true, that cultivation of Honor and Conscience is just not present in the curriculums of your high schools ? Pray tell, whether it’s true, that only losers in law colleges become court enforcement officers, for they are simply unusable for anything better than that ? Pray tell, whether it’s true, that there is a private mutual responsibility among lawyers, and one must donate 666 silver coins as a first initiation step into their sect ? Pray tell, whether it’s true, that Constitution of the Russian Federation at present is a sample of the best collection of jokes of all thieves and freaks ? Pray tell, whether it’s true, that you are eager to become lawyer of the Devil himself, as long as his henchmen will pay you the fee of at least thirty silver coins ? Pray tell, whether it’s true, that you have become both soul and conscience of the overseas nations, which are dying out, long time ago ? Pray tell, whether it’s true, that you have replaced the Law of God with the law of human, and since then the love and divinity have been trampled by thirst of a profit and safely buried under a pile of codes and certificates ? Pray tell, whether it’s true, that your head is capable of containing one thousand and one more text of the human law, and the Soul have forgotten almost all Divine ones ? Pray tell, whether it’s true, that when defending obviously guilty one, you secretly whisper to yourselves such a prayer : “Oh my God, please forgive me !” – but you are doing it so silently, being afraid to be overheard, that it’s not even being heard by the God himself ? Pray tell, whether it’s true, that the laws, created by you, are not fit even into a thousand and one piece of paper, and for the Divine Precepts even a single one – is just too many. Pray tell, whether it’s true, that yours honor and conscience often cost no more than the paper, on which the laws, respected by you, are written ? Pray tell, whether it’s true, that guilty ones often became innocent, and innocent once were often made guilty, thanks to your assiduous efforts ? Pray tell, whether it’s true, that it’s possible not to know any of your laws – and to remain the righteous man, as well as it’s possible to know all of them by heart – and to remain sinner. Pray tell, whether it’s true, that your laws constantly contradict one another, thus reflecting all inner chaos of your misunderstanding of a nature of things ? Pray tell, whether it’s true, that your earth laws and destined to serve the interests of the ruling minority first and foremost ? Pray tell, whether it’s true, that you will willingly justify a criminal and punish a victim if the Nth point of Kth code orders you to do so ? Pray tell, whether it’s true, that the Soul of a man, which has not been dirtied by excrements of your System, have no need for any of your self-made laws ? Pray tell, whether it’s true, that you judge others based on your own temporal understanding, thus interfering with the eternal judgment of the God ? Pray tell, do you realize that the day will come when the God will judge even you, judges, by His most fair Law ? 11.12.2010 They uttered "no" to their homeworld -    Have you too noticed this planet in the given star system ? -    Yes, and it looks rather curious one. -    What has the analysis of its informational field shown ? -    I am unable to receive this information. The field is either closed, or limited by sphere of propagation to an upper atmosphere. -    And what’s the structure of its atmosphere ? How do you think, captain, could there be a life previously ? -    Atmosphere analysis has shown prevalence of nitrogen. Devices have fixed approximately 80-percent nitrogen substance, 15-percent oxygen substance, 3-percent carbonic substance and other gases. Ozone layers, traditional for planetary systems of the given type, were practically not discovered. Atmosphere contains a significant amount of water mainly in the bottom layers. Is there is something else? -    I suspect we should take a closer look at the planet. Closed informational field ... strange ... this is usually the case for absolutely lifeless worlds, whose time continuum of the future exists no more. -    Yes, captain, I agree. We definitely need to explore this world on its surface. -    Then we are entering top layers of its atmosphere. * * * - The height over a planet surface is approximately 30 stargrates. The massive water surfaces, reaching in depth 10 stargrates, are being observed. - And the field ? - Still closed, unable to get the information currently. - Are there sites of a surface of the dense matter, suitable for landing? - I am trying. Something resounds with psychowaves and deforms them. It's necessary to search for a surface suitable for landing by a rough method. - All right, let’s descend. * * * - We are almost near firm surface. - Good, let’s go down. Let the spaceship balance in this atmosphere meanwhile. - Should I transfer the ship into graventropic state ? - Yes. Let’s move out. * * * I slowly descended from “deck” of our ship and was shrouded in graventropic field. Then slowly, levitating over a surface, began to descend. Amusing world. Water, water, water. Everywhere you look around – there is practically only water. I have stretched my hand forward – thus strengthening field impulses. A push - and the handful of a matter of a land has come off it and has slowly swum up to me. Water and sand. Sand ... there is lot of sand here. The oceanic bottom contains considerable amount of sand too. How many similar non-water sites have remained here ? And a field ... the closed informational psychofield. I have only encountered this once - but that star system was completely lifeless as though cursed to non-life, but here ... other planets of star system contained it, but this one ... - Curiously. Have you learnt the age of formation of dense bodies of other planets in this system? - Yes, their fields were accessible. The age of this planet is close to their age. - And yet it looks like as though life has left this world. - Exactly. I do not observe typical signs of presence of organic life for these systems. One endless lifeless sea. - What’s with the field ? - I cannot breach alone. We can try to unite impulses of our psychofields. - Let’s give it a try. We need to try to read information of time continuum on the past and recent events, which have changed, if it truly was so, shape of the planet. - Let’s work then. * * * And we worked. Our fields resounded, trying to breach, pierce, force the way through a planet's field, without having broken its structure simultaneously. And over and over again – with each new vibration, with each new attempt we entered into its layers deeply and deeply, and surprising, truly stunning pictures of this world’s past revealed before us. We saw green biosphere of a planet and organic life, which had filled it from one edge to another. We saw volcanoes eruptions and formation and movement of continents. We saw some strange creatures moving on four legs and battling with each other. We saw inhabitants of the bottom layers of atmosphere ... when we attempted to name them, a psychoword "bird" had flashed in our consciousnesses. We saw how some of creatures have finally changed their way of movement from four to two legs. We observed, how these beings then united in groups, how they battled with those who was still moving on four – how they defeated and ate them, how perished from them ... Images floated, formed and were imprinted on the edges of our consciousnesses. ... replaced one another as in a kaleidoscope. We saw how biped ones began to use biological life surrounding them for the invention of tools – a wood, then metal ... how their separate groups, being formed in different parts of a planet, gradually extended, how they expanded the biological area of existence ... how used created tools against the four-footed ... animals ? – and how they used these weapons against each other. We observed, how parts of these groups changed – how more stronger and more accurate psychofield was formed around their representatives, how these representatives started to supervise over others and gained the ability to read a small share of the information of a time continuum. Their groups grew and extended - have then started to form ci ... ci ... cities. We saw, how these groups became more and more independent from ... animals - and some of them even began to use animals for improvement of their own life, how cities grew and how psychofields of these beings worked, vibrating in a resonance with an informational continuum and new and ... inventions ... came to life ... how wars were started ... how alliances were made, how one ... civilization ... replaced another. And then race of images became truly unimaginable. Cities grew and disappeared, houses rose and fell, the new areas called “states” were born and absorbed ... bipedal creatures soon filled all space of a planet suitable enough for life. And then a sharp flash in consciousness - a field’s push – and biped beings kill each other in earlier unprecedented scales. New push – it seems, that the very field of the planet groans – and new, new, endless wars take place. Creatures fill all new areas and start to destroy other organic life in places of their dwelling. The planet’s field groans and fluctuates, reflecting with pain flashes in our consciousnesses. New flash - and sky is filled with iron artificial birds. New pushes of a psychofield of a planet – and new wars and new pain occurs. Bright beautiful flashes of consciousnesses - and elementary space vessels try to overcome planet’s gravitational field. Now they escape the forces of gravity – and travel to planet’s orbit. New and new modifications of them are being created - and the orbit is being filled with them. Now these spaceships land on the planet’s satellite. Now they start travelling to other planets of this star system ... And wars come again ... And the biosphere of the planet is being destroyed and psychofield of their world is being deformed yet again ... We see how experiments will structural material of cells of living organisms are being performed ... and we desire to shout “Stop it !”, for we already know the interstellar civilizations which have destroyed themselves during similar experiments - but we cannot ... what we can do – is just to observe. To observe, how biological organisms of a planet ... animals ... are being deformed, to observe how their bodies - since very birth transformed beyond recognition - gradually lose reason rudiments in a course of new experiments ... how their biofields are being deformed - as though are curved inside – and a death sign, already familiar to us, is distinctly shown. “Stop at last !”, - we urge to shout ... and we cannot. We can only observe how the increasing technological development leads this planetary civilization to natural parasitism on the scale of its biosphere. We observe, how bailout atmospheric layers of gases are being destroyed ... how a share of radiation of a star of their system, touching the planet, gradually increases ... how, as if being proud of their inventions, they build sort of protective domes around areas of their dwelling, how their ... geneticists ... create some sort of virus, capable, as they say it, to change their fabric and to rescue them from disastrous radiation of a star on infection ... how mass infection gives unexpected side-effects ... how the appearance of these beings changes – and how their psychofields are changed in a similar manner, being curved inside with already so familiar death sign ... And the strongest vibrations of an informational field of a planet come again - as though it tries to spit out this information, this knowledge of former events forever ... and yet again as though something stomps our fields, which have almost merged with planet’s field now ... And once again - pictures and images, replacing each other ... Mutated beings begin to perish from the impact of atmospheric gases and star radiation. As if having gone mad, they try to use own psychofields, discovered by their scientists, for the destruction of their own kin - and then the small group of beings, almost not afflicted, makes the decision on the further change of their kind and its adaptation for life in the water environment. We observe, how massive generators are being created, designed to change structure of planet’s gases and cause thawing of glaciers to create an eternal world of water. We observe, how these generators are put in action ... It’s late. It’s too late. Genetic modification of their kin for the adaptation to in-ocean’s life becomes impossible. The infected half-mad beings destroy this supervising elite to plunge themselves into the ocean – now forever. Now masses of these beings march into the newborn oceans – in ranks, as if still not understanding, that they come to face certain death, as though called by someone – and disappear in its waves. Disappear once and forever. Forever... And then star radiation finishes the rest. * * * Pain, pain, pain. Waves of pain, our consciousness is being stomped and crashed ... a sharp push - and the planet’s field throws us out from itself, those unexpected newcomers who have woken it. And then the images instantly fade off. Now I am still standing on this small islet among boundless ocean of a planet together with my father, still not able to come to my senses after what I have seen. The father, however, comes to his senses earlier than me. - And that is how their history has ended. Now we have learnt everything that wanted about this world. We will deliver this information to the Intergalactic Council. But now it’s time for us to leave ... a field became unstable after our intrusion. - But ... but why ... what for? Why ... why they have chosen such way ... what for... Why have they destroyed planetary life along with their own ? Why ... why not psychosynthesis, why not searches in themselves, why only outside ... why fine tuning of world under their and only their needs? - Too many questions, son, - and not enough answers. The father has looked to me in eyes - and a vibration of his thought, strong and accurate, has touched me. - They simply ... they simply uttered “no” to their homeworld. – Let’s go now. There is no place for us in the dead worlds. 01.10.2010 Plan 2020 Sensation ! Sensation ! Truth ? Or provocation ? Ones, who meaning learn and give – those, who Plan’s will outlive. (Mihylach, ye stupid berk ! Who names articles as such, huh ? – a note of the editor-in-chief) Top secret ! (Or for administrative use at the very least, - a note of the editor-in-chief) * * * As we have learnt, unique fragments from speeches of ancient Indian Dalaj-Llamas, entitled precisely “Plan 2020”, have recently been acquired by ubiquitous Chinese hackers. By means of extreme efforts and entire box of very strong drinks two of our translators managed to transliterate a part of ancient Sanskrit records from Chinese to Russian. Cannot translate it backwards, though. As it’s well known for all semi-and-almost enlightened beings, mankind has been promised some wonderful New World for a long time, in which those who haven’t died on the way will once be able to come. Terms, unfortunately, were always indistinct and foggy, and that has generated a lot of coffee guessing together with other perversion, but all earlier predicted dates and terms have appeared to be nothing more than past. Perhaps, these given fragments will be able to shed some light on the Doomsday date (and who are the judges ? – a note of the proofreader), as well as on some results of its coming. As we were told by two of our translators, they managed to overpower the translation of text fragments,  speaking about how the geopolitical map of the world will change in (near?) future – or, to be more exact, how some of the countries, known to us, will be called. And now we present the given fragment to your valuable (how much in $? – a note of the proofreader) attention. * * * Russia → Chinisia (heck, does that mean that my children are gonna to be narrow-eyed ? - a note of the proofreader) USA→ DSA, Disjointed States of America (a fitting destiny ! - a note of the proofreader). France → Faniggeria (Obama Sarkozy ? - a note of the proofreader) Germany → Aaria (Angry Arians, no ? - a note of the proofreader) Italy → Volcania (dunno know, dunno know ..., - a note of the proofreader) Poland → Treacherland (I have never trusted them ! – a note of the proofreader) Ukrain → Stealin (do they have better options ? – a note of the proofreader) Great Britain → Great Disastrian (plop-plop-plop ? – a note of the proofreader) Japan → Japorobotia (Possible, a hint on mythical technological innovations, hmmm ? – a comment of the proofreader. More likely on consequences of mass application of an anime, - a comment of the translator). Iraq→ Gloom (no comments, - a comment of the proofreader) Iran → Uranium (nuclear louse ! – a note of the proofreader) Israel → Crazyrael (remained without trousers without States ..., - a note of the proofreader) Canada → Calaska (what matters is that they have not encroached on our Siberia !, - a note of the proofreader) India → Hindija (Gigglendia ? – a note of the proofreader) Mongolia → Mogolia (who’s that Mogol, aye ? – a note of the proofreader) Brazil → Braztilia (Bastilia ? – a note of proofreader) Afghanistan → Poppystan (Red Alert ? – a note of the proofreader) The republic of South Africa → SSAA, Successful State of the African Race (I hope they haven’t their own Barrack Obamas, at the very least, - a note of the proofreader) * * * Note : the given list in partially incomplete for two aforementioned translators have not yet recovered from their own Doomsday after having consumed above-named quantity of warming up drinks. Expect more sensations in following releases of our newspaper ! Yours faithfully, - a comment of the editor-in-chief. 04.10.2010 Plan 2020. Fragment 2 Glamorous, + (Mihalych, may the thousands basilisks stare at ye at once ! Will ye learn something at all or nay, ye old berk ?! – a note of the editor-in-chief) In the last release of our glamorous (kosher !, - a comment of the proofreader) newspaper we have told you about that wondrous discovery of ancient texts of the Dalaj-Llamas, having that simple and plain name “Plan 2020”, and not even a gram less surprising translation of one of their fragments, performed by our expert linguists in blissfull-absent state of consciousness. We are glad to inform you that for the purposes of translation of these really untrue manuscripts cognac has appeared to be much more effective than vodka. Strange, surely, but that fact still remains. Anyway, we now present next portion of ancient Sanskrit records of the Tibetan origin and Earth dislocation, translated from Chinese to Russian (still cannot translate it backwards, though) to your keen interest. In the given fragment the speech is, apparently, goes about modern, last or future views of these very Dalaj-Llamas on some of the nations, living on our sinful, we’ll not conceal it, (especially when it’s so easy to confess, - a note of the proofreader) Earth. And we present these views to your valuable (how much in euro, at the very least – a note of the proofreader) attention. * * * Who’ll understand the Russian soul, if there he’ll pour vodka’s bowl ? Imperials, liars, bastards and all ... Americans now are awaiting theirs fall. You’ll tire waiting for some trick ... of Poland, now, my friends, we speak. For pennies sprats from them one gets ... for these are Baits, they are the Letts ! And the Six Column there lives, they were imperials and thieves, but now they speak the dachshund tongues; oh yeah, they are Anglo-Saxons. Graceful as cupboard, severe like colt – it’s, brothers, German, not Arnold ! They have glamorous pederasts, theirs maidens don’t provoke disgust; country of creams and of perfumes ... they are the Frenchman, dear loons ! Theirs bodies black, and begging stance ... but souls are white of Africans ! The Jewish essence always hits – they will undress, but show no tits. The spirit of Thereodors still giving them some bully force - and they play football like the bulls ... these are the Spaniards, old fellows ! Their sense of humor really suxx ... stop laughing, mortal, they are Czechs ! Severe in past, they were in strolls ... assimilated now Mongols ! The country of the tiny sun ... it’s the island – the Japan ! Republic Korea still bleating with North, we hope to the war it won’t ever goes. He is yellow-faced, narrow-eyed, with lots of goods he’ll you provide, among the youth he’s like wise man ... and every fifth Chinese then ! In ancient times ate shit of cows, and still spiritually grows, and living life with deprivations, the Hindu’s now spiritual nation ! * * * Note : as you might have already guessed, given list is incomplete once again, simply because cognac has rightfully appeared to be much more intriguing than vodka on some of the set of post-consuming symptoms. If we happen to find even a more effective mean, we will sure inform you of that discovery. Expect more sensations in following releases of our newspaper ! Yours faithfully, - a comment of the editor-in-chief. 05.10.2010 The last word -    So do you insist that the feeling of sincere patriotism in relation to the native land is not only negative, but is also fatal, harmful trait of the human person ? -    Your so-called “patriotism” is your curse. These are your chains – threads, through which you are very convenient to be operated by someone another. Because of this “feeling of sincere patriotism” wars have been waged on the Earth and some of them are still going on, because of it you sacrifice things, much more important ... much greater, than the goals of your politicians. It’s not even patriotism, it’s plain and total blindness. People keep dying and you sing in joy – for it promotes achievements of the aims of your state, most certainly great and all, and all, and all. Are these truly your purposes ? Do you really want to slaughter each other ? Maybe those ones, whom you innocently kill, want it to ? Whose goals are these ? Yours ? Or injected into your consciences’s by the political top, injected very skillfully, by the way ... even sweetened a bit for greater persuasiveness ?  You have already faced terrorism in own lives and have come through it. But when you are ready for either natural resources or land territories to wage terrorism in a much greater scale for “peaceful” purposes, as you are trying to believe, - is it not even greater and obvious crime against the humanity ? And what is most stunning – is that you do not consider such actions as any crime, for it’s the goodness of your own country, your nation ... and you as a part of it. You have been transformed into puppets in hands of your politicians, you became their ideological slaves. You even cannot say “no” when it’s truly needed, when the time demands it – and that’s the problem. You are being sent on a slaughter – and you willingly go on a slaughter. You are being sent into a battle for a next piece of resources – and you are ready to die for the glory of your motherland ... ready to die for nothing. You are not even free – you have never been free. You only dream of it, sing about it, speak among each other about it – but you are never free. And when the time comes for you to say “no” – you are saying “yes” instead ... That’s the problem, the greatest problem of mankind history – that the man is too suggestible, too controllable, for he is too weak to be his own master. The problem is that there are always those who can readily take advantage of it and use it for their own sake. And it will always be so – just until you become the masters of your own life. Remember it – remember that well. Your future depends on it. * * * Spacious apartments. A heavy oak table near a wall sideways from a window ... the working ancient wall clocks which are beating out their mysterious rhythm ... an icon of the Savior in a gilt frame on one of the walls ... and more, and more, and more ... Bom ... bom ... bom ... - clocks beat slowly and methodically. And once again – bom ... bom ... bom ... -    Mister President, we suspect that you should familiarize yourself with these materials. It’s important for the stability of our power. -    Show it then. A soft flash – and the video display starts working. Lines and words, words and discussions, discussions and thoughts. After only fifteen minutes the demonstration of “materials” comes to an end. Ten seconds of silence ... -    What sort of clown is that ? Yet one more fighter for freedom and all. I’m stuffed up with that nonsense. Remove him. Five seconds of silence ... -    Are you sure, mister President ? -    Just remove him. And ... well ... take care of his family, of course. Do not refuse them in indemnification for his “accidental” death. And don’t let ones like him into our channels – or you can forget about your jobs. That is my last word. Is everything clear ? Nice. So  - what’s the next thing on our today’s agenda ? Heavy oak table near a wall sideways from a window ... an icon of Savior in a gilt frame ... ancient wall clocks, beating out some mysterious rhythm ... Bom ... bom ... bom ... And once again – bom ... bom ... bom... 21.10.2010 The crime and the punishment I will return to you again, and it shall be very soon. Much sooner than many would like it to happen. I will come to you as unexpectedly as unexpectedly came and has come again He, who is so much greater than I am. For He has truly come again. If you haven’t heard even Him – what gives me hope that you will hear all of us, taken and united together, now ? And yet I still hope ... And yet I am again with you – for the hope does not leave me, that having passed through all hearth of deprivations and sufferings, you will one day smile to the former difficulties of your life and sing a praise to the Light. Ask you, I shall – why have you deformed words of mine with fabrications of your own ? Why have you prevented them to flow to the most undercover corners of human’s soul ? Ask you, I shall, if you have really experienced every obstacle, given to me by the life of my own. And if not – who gave you the right to judge on behalf of mine ? Our tasks are difficult, but on the aspiration and belief of everyone we are given. Yet someone is a creature, shivering, and others have been given the right to change this world. Or do you believe that your mind is truly capable to change it ? But look, what the cunning and meanness of your minds has already done to you. No need for conjectures of your mind I have – but in souls and hearts of yours I want to see it. And what is heart if not a temple of a soul ? Or do you truly think that I am not capable of reading through souls of yours ? Perhaps you will deceive me one day, - but how will you deceive the One, standing beside me ? How can you hide from His all-seeing gaze ? By having put out your eyes only. How can you stop hearing His voice, given through us ? By closing your ears only. How can you not feel His kind touches ?  By having destroyed your hears only. Having a presentiment, I am, how under the sight of mine you will bend the head of yours and the shame, shrouded by fear, will pierce hearts of yours. But is that what I truly desire ? No need for your fear I have, and even He has no need for it – but your understanding of own crime is necessary. But your desire of change is necessary. And what is a crime if not your unwillingness to change yourselves ? And what is a result of your life if not your own punishment ? And what is a true spiritual transformation if not your redemption ? And no more fear will be in the heart of the one, soared to the heavens. And only then you will help the God help you. But until you have flown to the skies, remember – all the evils you see around is the crime and the punishment. Yours crime and yours punishment. 28.09.2010 Order is - democratize! To : Admiral of interstellar space fleet G. From : Supreme commander in chief of strategic military-space forces of The Empire, O. Rank : Top secret. Planet Z-1776, discovered in cluster CH-35 of the solar system E represents a strategic source of the Liberium element. The potential reconnoitered value is equivalent to 10 billion krejgons/year. Ecosystem: the Planet is similar to corresponding parameters of our planet of the Outcome. Population: It is populated with mainly reasonable natives of the organic form of life. Approximate quantity is 30 billion units. Political system: Entire-planet utilitarian-autocratic state of collectivist type with tyranny elements. Technocratic development: rather primitive flying machines of low layers of atmosphere; absence of nuclear and hyperballistic arms; the physics of mass effect is unknown; the physics of a local time field is unknown; orbital space satellites were not found. Difference of technological potentials: 98 %. Dragged-out war potential: 0 %. Rate of strategic danger by Rejgon scale: L-5 (very low). First contact: Local natives have shown high level of the guarded animosities and have refused to carry out an exchange of processed units of Liberium on offered by us space marine food rations, costume jewelry and Coca-Cola. Based on the above-stated fragment from the report of a research democratic flotilla of space bombers of strategic tasks K52, I order to perform technological militaristic ownership in conformity with Makristan’s strategy by the following means: 1.        Soft orbital bombardments of strategic communication objects of the enemy by using of thermonuclear arms and zero-particles generators. 2.        Capture of the detected central settlement by assault groups of space infantrymen of K52 flotilla. 3.        Deployment of the system of diplomatic and medical aid to the natives, who have suffered from "act of nature". Perform parallel ownership and control over leading Liberium mines along with deployment of military bases in their vicinities. 4.        Maintenance of military-diplomatic control during the three-year period of Liberium’s mining. The order is to carry out immediately at reception. The report on the done work is expected in 5 planetary days. P.S. It’s a question of strategic importance, G., any regret and uncertainty will become a potential hindrance, which contradicts with the high mission of our great Empire. And may the Maker be with us ! 28.09.2010 Plant louse The Plant Louse gradually and unstoppably crept downhill a mountain. The wind was blowing into her face, howling and as if begging to stop, the sun was mercilessly scorching her back, which has already become covered in scabs, here and there all of a sudden some holes-hollows of unknown origin were popping up. But she confidently continued her journey downwards – for there on the lowland, as it seemed, a paradise of eternal and lazy pleasure has been awaiting her. Her impetuous mind drove and pushed her forward – there, to the undiscovered downhill distances – and, methodically moving her legs, she obeyed her master and lord remorselessly. Recently the Louse has dined with her own relative – dead, of course, - which she has found in a pool of blood, already warmed up by the scorching sun. Her comrade-in-arms by the absence of reason has been probably dying in agony, - some of his legs have been dead-burnt by a star and their ashes have already been swept by a wind, and some green viscous poisonous substance of inconceivable for the Louse nature has been flowing from his stomach. That’s why the Louse has disdained a substance – for only goodness knows, what lurks there, inside them, Louses, right ? – but semi blind eyes and some poor excuses of ears have appeared to be rather appetizing, as well as the remnants of brain, still not totally decayed. The Louse, probably, would not even touch the remains of her colleague, if not for that painful hunger, which has been torturing her during last days of a journey There. The Louse had not a slightest idea of why this unstoppable blood lust has suddenly arisen in her, but it has been growing and strengthening with each passing day. Truly hard is the burden of the chosen ones, trying to reach the true paradise, indeed. It seemed, that very little efforts were required for now. Certainly, the Louse couldn’t view all the horizon of her path – only a small piece of it, still visible for her eternally bent head and weak-sighted eyes – but, nevertheless, it appeared to her that the paradise is almost there, just few more steps and then, finally ... From time to time the Louse dreamt of wings. Of those true wings, possessed by flying heavenly giants, whose shades she sometimes saw on the ground. Plant louses called those ones as Angels – Messengers of Heavens. Indeed, they had the possibility to behold their shades, their pity reflection only – but even this sight sometimes bewitched their poor excuses of souls ... The Louse did never gazed into the Heavens – was simply incapable to do so soul-genetically, so to speak. Initially her relatives were terrified of these heavenly ambassadors, believing that they feed on them, Plant Louses, and can devour them, - but, as multi-thousand-year practice has shown, plant louses did not interest them, - were too tiny, probably... The Louse thirsted to fly – just simply stand up and soar to heavenly heights, to see all her way, to say so, from bird’s flight perspective. Once upon a time the Louse overheard with the edge of her semi-bitten off ear, that their ancient ancestors have had some semblance of tiny wings – and they even could fly up low from time to time, - as though in semi-jumps – but after that something has changed in their organisms, was broken – and since that times only rudiments of those former wings were left. And thus entire race of plant louses have forgotten how’s that – to fly ... The Louse masterfully continued the movement, methodically rolling her legs. She was, to say the least, sort of a champion – one of the best ones. Almost ninety percent of her relatives have died out, competing among themselves of who can crawl There before all others and make the first mark on this new land – but this very Louse confidently continued her journey. Some louses died from thirst, being unable to drink some turbid black slime, shining with all colors of a rainbow under the sun, which the Louse has encountered in the form of some small puddles, no doubt left by the Maker himself. The brain of others simply fused under the fiery sun. Some went  completely blind, and started spinning round and round, plaintively cheeping in a vain hope to earn a small bit of sympathy from competing brothers. Someone broke several own legs and was devoured by his starved colleagues. Some became deaf and ceased to hear inviting shouts of their leaders in their common journey There, and, thus, hopelessly lagged behind. And some gave up on everything by wing, laid down on a burnt grass, closed his eyes and stiffened. To cut a long story short, were few worthy ones remained. And that Louse was one of those lucky. The Louse has just finished eating newly found corpse of her comrade-in-luck, and was going to continue advancing as all of a sudden something has sharply and desperately changed in all her surroundings. Unknown huge and incomprehensible shadow covered the earth ground in all possible vicinity, something great and unstoppably has suddenly begun moving towards the Louse – and towards the entire race of plant louses, moving in ranks ... something greatly dreadful for them, plant louses. -    Oh my, did He really exists ?! – the Louse has had a few moment of time left to think. – Oh, forgive us for our Lousy way of life ! – she urged to peep, but there was no more time left. Someone has smashed the Louse and all her colleagues in a single step, thus finally and inevitably solving a question with a fate of all these ... under-humans. 13.12.2010 Сhurch pricelist Every well-educated priest, considering himself a natural follower of True Belief, after having consumed this manuscript is obliged to start spitting with shit streams and to anathematize the author without any doubt ever possible. You were not afraid to anathematize L.Tolstoy in due time, after all. We will note, however, that this act of yours has prevented neither the L.Tolstoy, nor the author from fulfilling their goals. -    Greetings, greetings, Vladimir ! How is your edition living ? -    Lives remarkably, just remarkably, Voldemar! We have recently found next sensational, or so to speak, stuff ! -    What, again something about 2012, yeah ? All of this our readers already passed by, listened to and did not hear and still remained unprepared so, I am afraid, they will not even care. -    Better, way better, Voldemar! We have at last personally beheld slogans of servants of Sly One, calling themselves no lesser than followers of true belief ! -    What, have you again uncovered some god-forsaken sect or the like ? -    Well ... I guess it’s possible to say so, too. Veeeeery huge sect, you know. With a world, or so to say, name. -    Errrmm, I’m deeply sorry, I am just this-that, well, as they say, me not understands you. -    It’s just that easy, Voldemar ! Just look at what sort of writings we have found on the doors of their, heck, shrines ... * * * 1. Reproductions of bones of orthodox sacred from the enlightened Benedict and Gucci! Pinch of ashes : 1 silver coin. The decayed hair : 2 silver coins. Nail, reduced by half : 4 silver coins. Phalanx of a median  finger : 6 silver coins. Fragile rib : 15 silver coins. Skull : 30 silver coins. The action “Now and then ... twenty five again!”: order doubled quantity of copies of any type at a discount of 25 %! P.S. Don’t call us necrophilists. Call us – relics-knowers ! 2. Holy water on your taste and color! Water - is a source of vital force and longevity! Holy water distilled classical : 1 silver coin. Holy water distilled over-blessed lay-on-handed : 3 silver coins. The most holy water all-churched silvered : 7 silver coins. His Holiness Alex's urine, personally blessed : 30 silver coins. The action “Gimme two!” : till the End of Times only: order the doubled quantity of Alex’s urine at the same price of 30 silver coins! P.S. Ah, my water, you are good! For us all it’s holy food! 3. This church’s blessing and damnation – weapons of purification ! Bless will you we – it is the tooth, and your enemies we’ll curse ! Blessing of a single parishioner of the 1st level : 2 silver coins. Blessing of a single parishioner by the head of Church : 5 silver coins. Blessing of a group of parishioners : 10 silver coins. Attention: the quantity of blest souls is limited by the church’s physical capacity of their bodies. Damnation of a single parishioner’s foe of the 1st level : 1 silver coin. Damnation of a single parishioner’s foe by the head of Church : 3 silver coins. Massive damnation of group of foes : 8 silver coins. Attention: the quantity of the damned cannot exceed all population of a planet, minus the quantity of those damning and asking for it. Massive damnation of group of foes with illuminations and the ends of the world : 30 silver coins. The action “Refer a friend” : Bring us any new unique parishioner for blessing, and receive a discount of 50 % on a damnation of your foe! Period of validity: exclusively till the end of 2012. P.S. Bless those damning you, damn those who haven’t blessed you! 4. Church's candles cure souls! Eath those candles from the bowls! Church candle never burning : 1 silver coin. Church candle smoking : 3 silver coins. Church candle never smoking short-living : 4 silver coins. Church candle good-smelling : 6 silver coins. Candle exclusively for anus : 13 silver coins. Removes constipations, improves mood, excludes hemorrhoids. Double effect with usage together with vaseline! The VIP-candle : Only for prosperous customers. Removes sins, clears a karma, improves both health and the future : 30 silver coins. The action "Guest of honor" : bring a candle of any our competitor on an exchange, and receive our own at a discount of 90 %! P.S. Put our candles into yourself! Support a flame of your soul! 5. We will absolve you all your sins, we’ve found way to release gins ! The God himself gave us this right, and we now bear it with pride ! Remission of an insignificant sin : 5 silver coins. Remission of a considerable sin : 10 silver coins. Remission of a heavy sin : 15 silver coins. Remission of a mortal sin : 30 silver coins. The action "All inclusive" : 666 silver coins – and sin till the End of Times fearlessly! * * * - Well, how’s that, Voldemar? - Knock downing ! Well, I just wanted to ask, if there is really no more firm soil underfoot of these innocent divine creatures, these so-called-believing or even so-called-wanting-to-believe ? Has the Dark One really already slammed the last door remained ? - Why, bless you, Voldemar, certainly not. The door was closed, but the footpath still remains. - Errmm. Allow me to take an inquire, what does this track looks like, Vladimir? - Live God, Voldemar. Live God ... 01.10.2010 Aphorisms, Complains, Proverbs An unofficial appeal to the fellow americans The time I write you now is the time of Change. Your uncompleted world domination is coming to an end. I call you "fellow" because I too am a human. I call you "sleeping" because you are living in a total Hollywood now. Nothing is real. It all started in 1776 when 13 Britain colonies declared them "independent" and since that day you were an extension of the imperialistic will of your former ancestors, continuing what they couldn't do. You were only a new body for the demon. But that body is dying now. You have spread your green dollar poison over the world, economically bounding countries of "third world" to do your bidding. Yet the world starts to reject it now. You have lend "security" help over your weaker neighbors, yet the world starts to question its motives. And in cases where your bully democracy didn't help you had no hesitation to go to war. It all started with the butchering of native people of the continent, and this idiom has long since then been your way. You are the last remaining empire that dreams of world domination, both moral and military, with military force as a constant supporter for moral "superiority". You may believe that marines help you spread democracy and stability over the so-unsafe world outside, but these words have only become a perfect cover for your true goals. Russia, China and soon Iran are the only real threat that stand in your way in this great Chess Game. But that game is nearly over. And what are the costs ... You constantly search for terrorists outside, yet your are the world terrorist number one. Perfect bastards. You perform military interventions under false pretenses, you overthrow governments that are not totally loyal to you. And in cases where that cannot be done openly you sponsor those "democratic" forces inside it, causing the havoc of "revolutions", whether it is "orange", "roses" or any other one. That done, you shout for all to hear about yet another victory of democratic powers that will lead the country to prosperity and make world safer. Yet as with any outside government, your puppets always lead those countries to downfall - a necessary victim for a greater cause. But what can you do for those strong enough not to depend on you ? You can only bark and try to mislead them. But as the world is awakening itself, it is coming to see your true nature now, slowly but steadily. Is it not terrorism to destroy millions of innocent lives in the struggle for natural resources flow control? People of Latin America and Middle East will tell you that. Don't worry about Osama bin Laden and the like - you will never kill him. Like an undying V. Lenin he will live on and on, never totally caught, always somewhere - somewhere your bombers should come to for the sake of security. Like a Gin from the bottle from time to time he will popup on your TV screens, always telling about your inevitable destruction, as if you are not doing enough damage to yourself already. Such a brand. No CIA can easily part away with it. You compare yourselves to Rome, forgetting about the fate of all the empires. The Rome has fallen. You can do no other. No president, either black or white can stop the train you are now travelling in. And you are travelling at such a speed that you do not even have vision of where you are going. You were too strong to be fought with militarily. But as with all major empires, the ruin came from the inside. Such is the way of Pride. Such is the way of Greed. Such is the way of Hate. Such is the way of all self-chosen. Justice has such strange ways which cannot be foretold beforehand. Yet it exists. From time to time you ask yourself "Why do they hate us so ?", yet you have difficulties finding the answer. "Because they can do no other" you are told. Yet you do feel that answer lies elsewhere. But you have no willpower to stop this madness race. Decades of brainwashing will not give birth to a spark of mind. And it is so easy to extinguish that fire while it is weak ... Remember : nothing is real for a sleeping one. Poor sleepers who have declared themselves as chosen ... there are no such ones. No one is. And those who persist in being them will one day be no more. Will you force the driver to stop the train ? Will you jump from it on the full speed ? I have my doubts. Yet there is hope. Until then, sleep. Let the calm dream of power cover your minds. Rest. Rest in peace. Justice shall be served one way or another. The Evolution demands. 27.01.2010 Code Truth bool God = true; [The God is true] *** bool difficultQuestion = be | !be; [To be or not to be] *** NewLove(woman) > OldLove(woman) ? sleep-- : sleep++; [The more we love the woman, the less we have to sleep] ***  (word != sparrow) => (bool catch = FlyOut(word) ? false : true); [You can’t take back what you say once you’ve said it] ***  (work != wolf) => (RunTo(work, forest) = false) [The work will still be there] *** dirt => king; [From the dirt with lot of sins – straight to rulers and the kings] *** Stands(place) && WasHitAt(place) && StillStands(place) => WillBeHitAt(place); [Don’t stand where you’ve got hit – or you'll be hit once again] *** BelieveIn(Strength) => Fight; BelieveIn(Weakness) => Pray; [Trusting the force – you have to fight, trusting the weakness – you have to beg] *** Friend(old) > Friend(new) + Friend(new) [Old friends and old wine are best] *** bool needsMind = Has(Strength) ? false : true; [Having the strength, have no need for mind] *** WillWait(7, 1) => false; [The majority rules] ***  (IsBlind(first) && IsBlind(second)) => (CanGuide(first, second) = CanGuide(second, first) = false); [When the blind leads the blind, both fall into the abyss] *** Cook(Axe, Porridge) => false; [One cannot make porridge from an axe] ***  (Word == Silver) => (Silence = Gold); [Speech is silver, silence is golden] *** uint godsCount = Count(religions) == 1 ? 1 : 1; [Religions are many, but God is one] *** bool needsBroadsword = IsNaked(somebody) ? true : false; [Naked running through the lands – yet with blade in own hands] ***  (Has(something) && !Care(something)) => (bool willCry = !Has(something) ? true : false); [What we have we value not – when it’s lost we cry a lot] *** PointOfView(mood1) != PointOfView(mood2); [Every mood is a birth of points of view] *** FearfulOf(wolves) => !GoTo(forest); [Nothing venture, nothing win] *** foreach (var thing in things) { isOk[thing] = !IsPregnant(PlayWith(baby, thing)); } [Anything for a quite pregnancy] 17.10.2009 Definitions Brand – it’s when you pay for what you have never had and what you will never had, for what you desire to have, even though you are not the slightest idea of how it looks like. * * * Life – is a special kind of game. Everything you have won in it once you once have to lose. Everything that you cannot win, remains with you forever. * * * Hope – is a defeat of Love before Belief. Love – is a victory of Hope over Belief. * * * Happiness – is when we are being understood and are relieved from necessity to understand others. Unhappiness – is when we do not understand that we cannot be understood. * * * Mind – is an ability think up a way reducing time of calculation of quantity of stars in the sky and drops in the sea in tens of times. Reason – is an ability to understand that such calculation is not required at all. * * * Irritation – is when you have no desire to harm yourself and another, but can do it. Anger – is when you have desire to harm yourself and another, and can do it. Fury – is when you no longer want to harm yourself and another, but cannot stop anymore. Hatred – is when you are not capable to understand that you can not harm yourself and another. * * * Joy – is when all around seems extraordinary. Grief – is when only joy seems extraordinary. * * * Light – is when it seems that the darkness is no more. Darkness – is when is seems that Light has never been. * * * Happiness – is when you want, but cannot. Unhappiness – is when you can, but no longer want. * * * Childhood – is when it seems that all are for you. Youth – is when it seems that you are for all. Maturity – is when it seems that each one is for each one. Old age – is when you understand that each one is primary for himself. * * * Hope – is when you want to believe that it will be so. Faith – is when you want to hope, that it will be so. Love – is when you know, that it cannot be any other way. * * * Life – is when it seems that death will never come to you. Death – is when you hardly have time to realize that were mistaken for entire life. * * * Fool – the one who knows that life is meaningless. Wise man – the one, who can find his secret meaning in this meaningless. * * * Paradise – is when is seems to you that your most sacred dreams start to come true. Hell – is when they have come true. * * * Paradise – is what was before us. Hell – is what we have done. * * * Clever things – everything that is difficult Trifling things – everything, that is simple Ingenious things – everything, that is clever and trifling Silly things – everything that is trifling and not clever Reasonable things – everything that is trifling and ingenious * * * Wisdom is a power function, where life experience serves as its basis, and your reason serves as its exponent. * * * Beauty – is what demands sacrifices. Ugliness – is the result of made sacrifices. * * * Art – a socially acceptable way of individual’s self-expression. * * * Reflection – infinite process of generation of nothing from nothing. * * * Self-perfection – endless, periodically interrupted and renewed process, similar to the attempt to measure depth of the river to be crossed, while standing on the land. * * * Irony – is when you would like to mock at something, but due to certain reasons you cannot do it fully. * * * Friendship – is an attempt to find in other something that you cannot find in yourself. * * * Books – transcendental objects. Similar in appearance, they possess absolutely different essence. Once having known any of them, you still cannot tell for sure what character will is possess after a while. * * * Treachery – is a process of divergence of individual’s actions with our expectations, concerning these actions. * * * Optimist – a person, whose believes that everything that happens is for the best. Pessimist – a person, who, seeing everything that happens, have no desire to see this “best”. * * * Humor – a way of life for optimist and a medicine for pessimist. * * * Psychology – a science about what we are, why we are the ones we are, and why we don’t even need to try to become not the ones we are. * * * Socionics – a science about those ones, who are strongly prohibited from becoming not the ones they are. * * * Politics – a science about how to become the one, whom you are strongly prohibited from becoming. * * * Marketing – a science about how to convince another that he needs something that he has no need at all. * * * Management – a science about how to find an ideal combination of spice-cake with a whip. * * * Human’s biology – a science about what we are, why we are what we are, and what will occur inside us when we will become not that what we are. * * * Philosophy – a science about what is and what is not, but can either be or not be, and about what could be, if there was no what is, and couldn’t be what could be. * * * Medicine – a science about how we can become what we were, if suddenly we start becoming not what we are. * * * Genetics – a science of how to transform something we are and something we were not into something we desire to be,  but what we should not be. * * * Diplomacy – a science of how to send away others so that they still remained grateful. * * * Statistics – a science of how the majority lives. * * * Show business – a science of in what way the minority lives. * * * Suicide – a way to forever close the eyes before a horde of self-made problems. * * * Eternal life – what we could have, if every moment of our life became infinitely long and wonderful. * * * Paradise in a tent – social illusion, caused by application of the given term to too small spaces. * * * Happiness – a realized necessity. * * * Human – special kind of angels, who cut their own wings soon after own birth. * * * Health – something that is not felt until it vanishes; something that, having vanished, can be restored back only with hard work; something, whose vanishing makes lives of ones similar to never-ending torment, and lives of others – similar to breakthrough. * * * Life – a process, similar with mountain racing : others show you one third of a path upwards, two thirds of remained path you rise yourself; and when descent time comes – for hold your breath for an instant, and then rush downwards, all the way mentally begging the God to help you not to fall down on such speed, and thus the way downwards is same in length as the way upwards, but requires tens times less. And when you have safely finished your descent – you have already completely forgotten details of the first third of climbing upwards and descending downwards, but cannot forget details of own two thirds climbing uphill. * * * Democracy – a rule of miserable over the blessed. * * * Human’s essence – what is remained when last hope disappears. * * * Kindness – the ability to substitute a second cheek after a blow on the first and say “Stop it”. Love – the ability to intercept a hand, trying to give a slap in the face, and say “Stop it”. * * * Modesty – a springboard for wisdom. * * * Misfortune – what remains when the happiness is forgotten. * * * City – a home for those with gregarious mind. Nature – a home for those with lonely mind. Prison – a home for those with hardened mind. Church – a home for those with aged mind. Life – a home for those voluntary mad. * * * Success – a consequence of the fact that you were in time. Failure – a consequence of the fact that you didn’t want to be in time. * * * Publicity – is when you are written about in newspapers. Popularity – is when you are spoken about. Fame – is when they can’t help speaking and writing about you. Modesty – is when you understand all senselessness of publicity, popularity and fame. * * * Trust – what goes before belief. Belief – what follows trust. Experience – what remains after unjustified trustfulness and beliefs. 03.10.2010 The fish and the lion One day everything has changed in the Great Desert. For many month the scorching sun was so bright and a heat so intolerable that every source of water, even the largest ones, have dried up. Animals have been confused, they were tormented by thirst. So they have gathered for Great Deserted Council, which was not gathered for almost ten years, to think up a way to rescue from the sun. And each of them came into the Council’s center, and each was questioned by others of how it’s possible to find a salvation, yet nobody could give the answer. In desperation, animals have called for their last hope – they have summoned a desert Lion into the center of Council, who had a reputation of being most courageous, wise and strong from all of them and by the right was considered their tsar. - I will find water for all of you, I swear with the honor of the tsar of animals ! – the Lion has growled. – I will find it and I will show you a way. And, having this said, the Lion has gone on searches of a source of revival, and the rest of animals started waiting for his return. For many days and nights the Lion tirelessly ran and ran through the desert, driven by a sandy wind and thoughts of his dying comrades and of his debt before them. And when it seemed that his forces have completely left him, a great, boundless and endless ocean has opened before his eyes. - At last I have found it ! I have discovered water ! Now we are saved ! – the Lion cried, and with the last bit of strength ran downwards to a coast. When he at last has managed to creep up to a coast and scooped saving water in paws, he has suddenly noticed a fish, swimming in this water. The Fish played on the sun by all colors of a rainbow, and looked at him, as if studying. - Do you desire to drink from my spring ? – she asked suddenly. - Yes, - the Lion has either growled or whispered. I have been running for many days, my powers have run out, and my comrade are dying from thirst. I have to drink to restore my strength and return to them to inform of this great source of a saving moisture. - But do you know about its properties ? – a Fish questioned. - Of what properties are you talking ? – the Lion was surprised. – I see water, and I am going to tell about its source to others. Please, do not weary me, swim away, so I can drink this luring moisture and restore my powers ! - The water, which you are going to drink, may kill you, - replied the Fish. What a strange fish, - the Lion has thought. How can water kill somebody ? - To kill me ? Of what death are you talking about ? I have already almost died from thirst,- the  Lion growled. Move aside, let me drink it ! - If you drink from my spring, your thirst will only grow and strengthen, - Fish responded. The more you will drink, the greater your thirst will become. - But how can you live in this spring of yours and drink from it without dying ? – The tsar of all animals questioned. - What is death for you, terrestrial ones, - is a birth for us, - she said. We were born in this bitter source – and are destined to spend our entire live in it. It has ceased to be deadly for us – and became our air and now we enjoy it. - But what am I supposed to do then ? – The Lion inquired. I must help my relatives by any means possible ! I am considered as the strongest and wisest tsar of animals by right ! - You can drink from my spring and rescue them, - the Fish replied. There is a river in the north that runs into this sea – its water can bring you relief. Besides, you can also find my brothers in that river – for we can live even in your waters – who will aid you further. However, this river is far away, and you will hardly manage to reach it. - Then what options do I still have? – the Lion questioned. - You will have to drink from my spring, but remember, that your own price for this act can be too high. Waters of my sea will suffice for short duration, so you must travel with haste. However, even if you will finally come to a river, you will probably still not manage to return to your comrades. But my river brothers will help you to bring the message of a river source – but first you should reach it. - And if I will refuse drinking from this sea ? – the Lion questioned. - Then, most likely, you will be unable to reach the river, - Fish answered. For several difficult minutes the Lion lay ashore, not even daring to take a sip of this water. However, when he has dared to do it at last, and has scooped some water in a paw, - it has tasted so bitter that he has immediately spat it out, being unable to bear that taste. -    No way. To drink from this sea means to die instantly, no matter what the Fish would speak – the Lion has decided. I still have powers, I shall reach that river, for I am the tsar of animals ! And the Lion, exhausted with thirst, having gathered the rest of his forces, has run in the direction, pointed by the Fish. His forces, however, finally run out after only several hours. The sun has risen highly once again over the Great Desert – too high for some of the terrestrial ones. After several hours of journey the Lion, exhausted with thirst, has fallen to hot sand, panting. He knew that he was dying. He knew that he failed to fulfill his duty. - Damned fish ! – he thought. There are no even signs of a river here, and never was for certain. You have lead me the wrong way, you have killed me ! – he growled. Devil’s ffffffiiiiiissssshhh ! – a loud roar of defeated tsar of animals spread over the desert – and then the desert went silent once again. Only a sun was still shining the same, only a sandy wind was still blowing, and only waves of great and boundless ocean were romping and splashing somewhere... And only several hours of journey still remained to the fresh river, feeding the sea ... which he could pass, if only has dared to drink from this bitter source ... 04.10.2010 Notes of the Nameless One Nameless One -    Yes, doc ? What have you ? -    The newcomer. Our guys have picked him up from a doss house. -    Humiliated and offended one, or so to say ? -    Sort of. Was wandering around, singing songs. Was still whispering some nonsense under his nose, while was carried here – perhaps, believed, that we haven’t heard all that, - nay, heard, all his bullshit we’ve heard ! Well-well, where will we place him, huh ? He’s still hot – cause recently caught, or so to speak. -    And what exactly was this nonsense about ? Something about the Doomsday yet again, I take it ? We’ve tons of these homebrew Nostradamuses nowadays in our wards already. -    Well ... not exactly .. or so I hope. You know, doc, I didn’t listen very attentively to all his rubbish – wanna still remain healthy, you know. But, nevertheless, I’ve heard something interesting. -    Boofhead – cloven-hoofed ! Go ahead, drag it all out, this plain truth ! -    Well ... in general ... first of all he was saying that he’s been living here for a very long time already. -    You mean, in that doss house of his ? -    Not at all, that’s the very point ! He’s been living on the Earth for a long time ! That he’s, ostensibly, almost immortal, sort of. That he’s come to all of us once again, cause he has been called. -    Called ? By whom, I wonder ? Whether it was this sick imagination of his, hmmm ? -    Dunno know, he didn’t tell. Well, then, he has been called, yes, and not alone, but together with others – well, sort of his brothers, or something of that kind. Called ones, so I take it. That they all have come to help us awaken, cause the time is already upon us. -    The time, you say ? What’s time is that ? Whether it’s not the half of twelfth on our clock already, ha-ha ! -    No way, sort of intended time, predicted. -    And what’s that – to wake up ? I take it that we both are not sleeping, or have I stopped understanding something in this our lives anymore, hmm ? -    Who’s the hell knows ! He also mentioned, that we are sleeping with still opened eyes, and that, well ... those ones will have a harsh time, when that very time comes. That time will not wait for those not ready to awaken. -    Curios git'to ! -    Like the mosquito ! Hell, doc, listen further what he was telling ! He also told, that he has remembered himself, or someone has aided him to remember. That previously he was fighting with a sword in fights just, and today has changed iron blade with an invisible blade of word, able to strike the darkness of human hearts even more precisely. That he’s been collecting pearls of last paths, scattered in world’s dust and forgotten, one by one ... told something about the déjà vu. He also told, that he was searching for his family ... true, real family of those similar in spirit. That he’s awakened partially, and desires to finally open still half-closed eyes. That he is a man of many names and still he has none at the same time. That he was born, died and forgot, born, died and forgot time and again. -    An amnesia, huh ? -    He finally said in the end, that the world will change very soon ... greatly change. That many of us will not have enough time to realize all that ... they will – but too late ... All filth will emerge on a surface and become visible in the dimmed light ... That we should love each other, appreciate life, keep faith ... you know, I’ve ceased to listen from that point. -    And right were you ! No reason to listen to cranky ones at all ! To remain healthy ones, we all need to ... -    Drop the guns ! Doc, you haven’t heard the last part of this story ! He, well, approached me finally – when we were dragging him here in the car ... approached easily so, sat down, looked into my eyes ... Doc, you should have seen this mixture of grief and at the same time some internal joy, tranquility of sorts, I cannot simply put it in words – I have nearly sunk in his eyes during that instance ! And then he started looking into my eyes for longer and I ... I give you a word ! – it was like goose bumps running all over my back – as though he has started reading my soul like an opened book, do you understand ? That sort of sensation it was, no other ! And then he just began to speak of all my life, both of a fate and a lot – of what torments me and why I’ve become who I am at present, and that even if I am a small man, I still can have a good role indented to me ... he’s told it all ! I even couldn’t say anything during that very instant from amazement – was looking into this eyes of his with a mouth wide opened, like the insolent loony ! -    Well, you, colleague, just listen to all those loonies for quite a time and, perhaps, even the saliva will start dropping from that mouth of yours ! All right, that’s enough already. Place him in the six ward along with the second Napoleon. That’s the fitting place for him – and a fitting time. -    A fitting time ... yes, a fitting ... time. -    Well, did he at least have his documents on him ? What should I write down in our papers about him ? -   You know, doc, the strangest thing is ... - and the speaker has sadly looked at his mentor, - he had no documents ... and he himself asked us to call him – the Nameless One... 01.11.2010 How is all that ? How’s that – to feel, that something invaluable, for which you have been searching for all your life – that you’ve found it at last ? How’s that – to finally meet Him in private after so many earth years ? How’s that – to experience His endless love, being poured on us, and see people still hating each other ? How’s that – to perceive yourself as His warrior, fencing invisible Word blade ? How’s that – to know, that He is always nearby ... just to stretch a hand ? How's that - to see same warriors, standing nearby, and behold how He smiles to all of you ? How’s that – to learn of your former path – of your former ways – at last and to observe the new one, revealing before you ? How’s that – to be aware of own immortality, and to reborn from ashes time and again as always, like the Phoenix for a new Earth journey ? How’s that – to feel the higher light warriors of God aiding you – and to hear a quiet whispering of Heavens ? How’s that – to feel a breathing of Universe inside you and sense a beating of Her heart ? How’s that – to absorb the Light of another world, penetrating you, and to give it new and new forms ? How’s that – to hear words of gratitude Firsthand ? How’s that – to accept a path, intended to you by God, voluntary and to rejoice from its beauty ? How’s that – to put one’s love into these words, intended to purify human hearts ? How’s that – to light up human souls and to revive them to new life ? How’s that - to see in one’s dreams the promised New world, only to wake up in sweat from rough touched of the old one ? How’s that – to observer, how long-term problems and vital complexities, gathered for years, are dissolved during one short earth span, blown away by a wind of changes, as though they never existed before ? How’s that – to truly love this world, despite all distortions, brought into it by capricious human mind ? How’s that – to know, what awaits so many of you and with a grief in one’s eyes observe you approaching the abyss ? How’s that – to keep whispering of all this to those, who still hear ? How’s that – to go nip and tuck with those, who, like you, knows and feels all this ? Oh men, if had only known, how’s all that ... 27.10.2010 Monologue with a child Hello. Forgive me, for I have not spoken with you for such a long time. For long, inadmissibly long I have been occupied by things which seemed the only important ones to me, the only deserving attention. And in this race, in this never-ending inconceivable bustle I have almost forgotten about you, have almost left you alone. I have no time left even to speak. I know, I always knew, how important it is for you – to feel, that you are not forgotten, that you are important to someone. That somewhere someone is awaiting you, awaiting your return. That he will happily embrace you when you will appear again on a threshold of his house. And now you have returned. You have travelled by novel and unknown ways for so long – and this world is so full of dangers. But no – you have passed all of them, travelled effortlessly – so easily, as if the knowledge of how to bypass them was always with you, since your very birth ... as though they were not even obstacles, promising danger, - but some mysterious, wonderful game ... and you sincerely enjoyed it. Forgive me that you had to knock on my doors several times – that I did not hear you from the beginning. I have almost ceased to believe in your returning. You know, I have been thinking about you since the very moment you left me. The anger, hatred, rage, melancholy, despair - all of them replaced each other as in a kaleidoscope. All of them dropped on me like an icy-cold stream, depriving of powers and heat. Yes, there were also joyful moments – small sparkles, which have flown away from an unknown fire, and flashed before eyes for an instant, before being dissolved into non-existence again. I have even managed to be happy all years of your absence – but only now I have become truly happy, when you have returned at last. As if I have yet again found something, I have been searching for all my life ... something of the utmost importance. And if you have returned – you must have forgiven me. Come closer, allow me to embrace you. You have changed ... you are completely different now. We both are no longer the ones we used to be. You have grown up ... became stronger. Truly, this life has taught you much – though what can we teach the wizard, capable to change the world ? Approach me, stand no at a house threshold, for this house is our common one. It will always be this way from now on. Now we will be together again, together again – like in the old times, incalculable years ago. We will be together, for we are the one. I and You. You and I. I – human ... and You – the eternal child in my soul ... 28.09.2010 One day you will awake One day you will awake, and your former world will die for you forever. It will thaw in beams of the morning sun of new day, it will disappear like night autumn fog, it will evaporate as former tears on someone's face dry up. It will be no more – as if it has never been before. At first you will not feel it, you will not realize, what has changed inside you...what was so yesterday – and today became differently. But the old habitual world of yours will be no more, ever. Something will change inside you, something so imperceptible and hidden...sleeping ... in you before. Something will turn in you at last, something so ancient as Universe itself. Something will finally manage to come to light – and you will not recognize this new world. You will come to a window, open it and look out ... you will see that rising sun which has decorated heavens ... will realize how the fresh wind hammered into an open window sways your hair and tickles your face ... will feel a moisture on your skin, brought by it from unknown lands ... will hear, how amusingly beeping those cars of people, travelling to work, on the ground ... will see, how these funny men run below, always trying to not be late somewhere ... will notice, how some bird rushed through the skies just before your new window to this world ... and will be so surprised, how did you not notice all of this earlier. You will not understand at first. Since these times it would be your insoluble question – how was it possible not to feel, not to realize all this earlier ... how was it possible to live almost blindly. You just will not realize it. You will not realize, for what unknown purpose have you lived differently before, why that gamma of feelings pouring through your heart now, – why was it inaccessible to you earlier and wonderfully became accessible now ... just stretch your hand. This will become an eternal riddle of your life, which you will not want to solve – for it will not be necessary henceforth. For in these very moments your old world will be no more. You will be unable to tell, where has this feeling of greatest respect to the world, in which you have the luck to live, and all things living, come from. You will not know where have all your constant anxieties suddenly vanished and where has your grief gone. Where has your desire to struggle for your personal sort of justice dissapeared and from where the feeling of absolute internal tranquility and acceptance of everything what occurs has come from? Where has the feeling of own greatness has vanished and why it has been suddenly washed off by the arisen ocean of love to another ? Why don’t you want to continue proving something to someone, argue with somebody, to put clever and silly arguments pro's and con's, and instead you are ready to simply look at these disputes between others and to smile to their childishness? How, why, what for your interests, that had been so important previously, were somehow forgotten and faded, as though they never existed ... for what reason did a single feeling replaced them – to always see this world as beautiful, as you see it now ? Why did other adult and serious people suddenly began to seem to you as small children, battling in own created sandboxes with each other - and sometimes even so funny and diligently throwing handfuls of sand at each other ... and sometimes even wiping the face, full of tears, with their small lovely palms ? Where has all your former anger gone and why do you now greet and shake hands of your former immemorial enemies – and your soul exults, seeing, how their faces are changed, when you affably smile to them and stretch your hand ...? Why do you now approach the bed where your beloved one still sleeps, what for do you sit down on the edge near him, why do you bow to him and kiss, and then lean your head to his own ... where has this tenderness, overflowing you, come from ? What for, what for do you need all this ? Where has your old world gone ? An instant fear will pierce you. You will be frightened by what has occurred to you. You will not know how to live on with this new feeling of yours. You will passionately want to return back, to life so habitual for you - so reasonable and logical. The mind will keep saying that you have not had time to do so many things - have not had time to build the house, to make your career, to do this, to do that, - and if you will accept your new world, you cannot do it anymore ... simply will not see the point. And you will want to listen to him to strongly, for he has aided you in this life for so many times already – and you will almost make it ... But then you would suddenly remember as the sun shined on you – surprisingly beautiful for all these years, how wind pulled out your hair, how you felt an autumn moisture on your lips, how you saw a flying deciduous round dance, and how love to the world overflowed you ... and you will throw away these impudent attempts of mind to spoil this beauty – for you will not want to lose it anymore. There will be many years after – but they all will be different. Your sleepy life will come to an end – and will not be repeated anymore. You will at last manage to see this world such what it always was for those who saw – and what is became for you from now on. Both rising and falling, both success and failure, both joy and grief will happen as usual – but all of them will be different. They all will become a reflection of the wonderful new world, to which you have once – in that memorable day – come, and in which you are living now. Just ... just because something, that has been sleeping in you for so long, will once come to light. Just because one day you will awake ... 30.09.2010 Denying self-portrait I am not passive – I simply chose my goals carefully. I am not zealot – I believe in the victory of human reason. I am not aggressive – it’s hardly possible to speak differently with unreasonable ones. I am not romanticist – I simply love life. I am not a meek creature – it’s just useless to shout in a room alone. I am not lonely – I am simply not part of the crowd. I am not liar – I simply do not tell all the truth. I am not reserved – I am simply not egocentric. I am not rigid – there are simply times when one needs to be strong. I am not defenseless – there are simply times when it’s required to pretend to be weak. I am not silly – sometimes it’s simply necessary to deny common reason. I am not uneasy – life simply demands movement. I am not gloomy – I happen to be similarly “normal” sometimes. I am not shy – my spirit simply soars too high sometimes. I am not egoist – it’s simply necessary to think about myself sometimes I am not pessimist – sometimes I simply forget to be happy. I am not slave – it’s simply necessary sometimes to work for others. I am not enemy – someone simply desire war sometimes. I am not friend – someone simply desire to find allies in war sometimes. I am not silent – I simply carefully select words. I am not cynic – sometimes I simply call things by their proper names. I am not insensible – sometimes it’s simply necessary to be closed from idly curios. I am not mad – I simply do not always meet other’s expectations. I am not indifferent – not all tears are simply true. I am not impudent – it’s simply necessary to be the proprietor from time to time. I am not helpless – it’s simply pleasantly to go down the stream sometimes. I am not bored – someone simply does not understand from the first time sometimes. I am not haughty – simply not everyone is capable to understand my language. I am not warrior – it’s simply necessary to battle sometimes. I am not hero – the times simply demand so. 27.09.2010 Memory of the millenniums Small nomadic tribe. Hunting and living, living and hunting on each new terrestrial haven. But they were short – for vastness of steppes awaited them, they were short – for battles were inevitable. Battles of equestrian orders. A lethal enemy’s weapon - long bent sticks, firing killing needles. His companions died every day ... he learnt to get used to it, he had to. In peaceful times the tribe expanded and spread again – ready for new battles, new life and new victories. This was his life. In this world and in this time.  * * * Turning to the opponent. Double swing of a sword in the right hand. A strike - and flatwise blow on the armor sideways. Moving sword back. The sword describes an arch over a head of the opponent and again strikes in another side. Now the blade starts moving to the ground ... both hands take it – and another blow on the plates, closing a shoulder on the right hand. On the left. Right. Left. Right. An arch again. Again the sword is turned in hands and flies into attack ... another blow. Continuing to shower rival with strikes, he moved sideways. Some more steps and he has appeared behind the back. A blade, brought by two hands over a head ... this should be the last blow, opponent will be defeated. The steel racing into attack ... the opponent is turning to face him... Clanging of clashed steel. His strike has been beaten off. The one he battled was not the weakling at all. A series of successful blows – is everything he has managed to make in this duel. There will be no easy victory – but a long and daring fight instead, a battle which he has thirsted with all his heart for a long time – a battle of worthy ones. It will be the battle of worthy – and let the strongest prevail ! One step back. The foot set back aside for stability. Clanging of steel tools which have met in their dance – now it’s his turn. A sharp withdrawal of a blade downwards – opponent’s sword slides off the block. Now a blade’s turn in a bottom. The blade has flushed, describing a circle in the air, - a blow. Opponent’s plate armor has absorbed the major portion of blow again – he resisted. Now a tap of a sword for repeated blow ... he had no time left. His flatwise blow on an armor has not shaken the contender, and that has given him time. Now he has to resist rival’s blow ... his sword was describing an arch for another blow ... but it was too late to use it as a block. A hit. Stars in his eyes. The blow of the opponent has been made directly between the plates, covering a shoulder, and a helmet. A dangerous one, also demanding high skill, to lift a blade highly - and fair time for a swing. Blow. Block. Blow. Block. Clanging steel, which has met in its favorite dance. Two flitting blades. Two man, breathing heavily under heavy armor, enclosing their bodies. Two warriors, who have met each other in battle. Two knights, fighting for a title of the champion of tournament - fighting for sighs of beautiful ladies and admiration of commoners. Battling, battling as if all their life goals and all hopes have been put into this battle ... And let the strongest prevail !  * * * The centurion’s order is clear. His phalanx along with others will pass in a wedge through the enemy - pass, sweeping steel-clad infantry and crushing the marksmen, positioned on a hill. It will be glorious fight - yes, glorious fight. They will prevail, they will win a victory in this battle for the emperor. Legionaries of Rome know no defeats. Quickly given orders. Movement in the ranks of contradictory armies. Minute, another, third one. Phalanxes preparing for battle. It will be a great battle... Two iron walls, bristling with swords and spears, which have moved towards each other. The fighting shouts, carried by a wind across the field of battle. The loud orders of commanders travelling by air. Fight began to boil ... His formation bit into enemy ranks. The exposed forward spear ... a sword’s swing - and rival’s shaft flies aside. Forward strike – and enemy falls on the ground. A blow on his armor from behind. He has reeled, but has resisted – armor has absorbed a blow. The turn towards new danger ... a blade, sparkling in morning beams of the sun – and another opponent falls down. A block. Someone from behind tries to strike at him again. A movement of blade  downwards - and swift attack back without turning ... And yet again the blade flits in hands. Again, as countless times before, once the simple legionary, and now the leader of a phalanx – is in a fight, in glorious battle of great Roman empire. The shouts of battle and clanging of metal once again. Enemies, falling from blows of the blade.  His comrades in arms, dying on the battlefield ... A battle once again. Battle of his empire – and his battle also. Glorious fight of grand empire ...  * * * The scientist and the researcher, the physicist and the chemist, the writer and the philosopher, a wise man. He was all of them - all of them were living in him. He devoted himself to work - for the queen, for commoners, for all citizens of his own country, for the ones in other. It was his life - his life of studying the world ...  * * * They were hunted and pursued. They were searched for and eliminated. They were hated - hated by those, who had not the slightest idea before of the right to execute and grant pardon, which they would soon gain. But they have gained this right – received it for murder and persecution of others, have chosen it as necessary step – the one, leading nowhere. But did they really know about it? Prisons and colonies. Penal servitudes and executions without trial. The ruined families. The deformed destinies.  The destroyed culture. It was horrible time ...  * * * He was the creator - one of those, loving his work - the artist and the writer of a new century. The century of creativity and freedom, a century of democracy of reasonable people – a century of peace, a century of creative recovery and inspiration. The century of world’s blossoming – century of sunrise. He worked along with other people. Creativity for goodness became a symbol of the epoch. Virtue became a world star, the sincere love became the sun, tenderness became the drops of a rain irrigating the Earth, the purified human hearts - stars in a sky. Wonderful epoch of sunrise and ascension ...  * * * Pictures emerged from his memory one after another and immediately rushed away into unknown lands. Epochs and centuries, replacing each other. His life - his set of lives in this world, set of the ways, passed by him in different epochs. He was all of them ... he was in many times. Now, only now he has finally remembered it. He has remembered it at the long last - this memory of his ways was always with him, was in each new life, but only now he could feel and realize all immenseness of own life - and all its greatness. Lives in myriads of epochs, life in myriads of times. Myriads of lives in one of myriads of worlds. How huge was his journey! How even longer and greater it can become! He has learnt much in this time - willpower in battles, determination and courage, fidelity and devotion, creativity as a life feat - all this became him. All this has grown and has assimilated in him. He was in all - and all was in him. He was the creator, he, as well as others, was the creation of God – and was becoming his semblance. The man has still stood for some time on his knees, listening to himself. This memory was with him - it always was with him. Now it was with him forever. He has already learnt much about himself and this world, but there is still even more left to discover. For his jouney– is a jouney in the immensity. And then he stood up and with a confident gait has moved to an exit - and left a temple. Has sighed deeply. So, this way has just begun – his work is awaiting him, his life is waiting for him. And let memory of this day never leave him - let it become the fire, guiding his way - a new journey in the transformed world. So be it ! 01.10.2010 Messenger on the planet Earth - A difficult journey awaits you. This planet balances on the verge – and its fate lies on the bowls of scales of Universe. Either life or destruction awaits it further. But they have to choose their path themselves.  Each of them will make his own choice. - What should I do, Master ? - You will be one of the warriors who have come into their world. You will have to fight, to struggle with injustice, to be upset of their imperfection. But remember well – this world balances on the verge, and it’s prohibited to bring chaotic elements in it. You will have to aid them to understand their ways – to help those who have heard you find a path to their bright destiny, which has always been waiting and still waits for them. To awake those fallen asleep, to encourage those sad, to give new powers to those joyful for bringing of good. Remember, though, that you cannot revive dead ones – there is neither this, nor the other world for them. You will be one of many other, who will be send to this world – you will meet them in our life. You can unite forces – it will be easier for you to travel together. You will easily recognize them – your sensitive heart will not deceive you. When the knowledge of wonderful possibilities of spirit will be brought to this world, when consequences of various spiritual impulses will become obvious – then the planet will transform – as it was predicted. But keep in mind that to achieve this purpose all of you will have to battle – to battle against ignorance and cruelty, which continue to overflow this planet. You will have to fight – including those who have heard you and those awakened. They will have to understand it. - Do they have any idea in what time they are living and what should they do to not allow the destruction of their interstellar home ? - No. Only singles know about that – either those sent by Us, or those who have come to Us willingly in the course of their spiritual searches. Others either wander in own illusions, or close themselves by walls of negation – and that is one more reason of why intervention is necessary. - Is there is a name in the history of their world, which has been given to this planet’s stage, when the first signs of its approaching became obvious ? - Yes. They call it – Armageddon. - What’s the name of this planet ? - Its inhabitants call it “The Earth”. - I have understood, Master. I am ready to accept my Way. - We will meet you when you return. Remember of Us, and remember of them. The planet must survive. - I am ready. - Into the journey, warrior ! A flash of radiant shining light. The luminous spirit, shrouded in its beams, like in a cover.  Next instance – and new dazzling stream of light engulfs him – and he disappears in the light.  * * * One last effort of a mother – and the child was born. A pair of caring hands have immediately picked him up, wrapped up in a bed-sheet and went to wash. Only several minutes have passed – and the child was brought back to his mother. The woman with tear-stained and happy face cuddles the child, silently and tenderly whispering something under her nose...  * * * - Have you already made up your mind on how we should name him ? We have to give a worthy name to our little son. - Yes, I have though up a name. We will name him Christian. - Interesting. Why have you chosen such a name for him ? - I ... I don’t know ... it’s simply ... it’s as if someone has suggested it to me. I like this name. Let’s name him Christian, all right ? - All right. I believe it’s quite a good name. Let it be Christian.  * * * - Hey, you there, coward ! Have your wetted your panties out of fear already ?! Come, come here, mother’s sonny ! Such an assistant, oh yeah ! She is my girl and you will not touch her ! She needs no aid from you ! Have you got me, huh ?! And little boy was taken on breast and uplifted. -    Have you understood me or not, I ask you ?! Stop keeping silence, you goat ! One more jerk. A blow in a stomach. Waves of pain, dispersing through body and the impossibility to make even a single breath. A hand, ready to strike again ... - Leave him be. And a hand, trying to make a new blow, have been intercepted. The attacker has turned back. A boy of approximately the same age stood before him, only he was a bit higher. The guy, who has begun the attack, has jerked and pulled out his grasped hand. -    What the heck are you meddling in our affairs, aye ? Why have you come here, foul nit ? Who’s in the hells are you, bastard ?! This does not concern you, pig ! -    Leave him alone. You have no intention to talk with him. You just want to cripple and frighten him. This third one, who has disturbed this “talk” in such a wrong moment, was absolutely unnecessary here. And what’s even stranger – he showed no signs of fear at all. Only the calmness can be read in his eyes – and not even a fraction of dread. He has already learnt to see human fear, he read it time and again in the eyes of his victims – whether is was some cowardly excellent pupil or touch-me-not girlie. But this one – he wasn’t afraid, wasn’t at all... -    I will repeat once again. Leave him be. You have already tormented enough people – it will be so no more. Not here anyway. -    What’s so bad that I’ve made, huh ?! What’s the bullshit are you saying, ram ! We were having a face-to-face “talk” here – and it’s not your fucked business to intervene ! This bastard was meddling with my girl, with my girl – do you understand ?! And now he is going to suffer punishment for it ! And once again he moved forward to the fellow, whom he has beaten recently, intending to continue fighting. Then the interfered little boy has risen between him and his target. -    Fine. Than you will have to deal with me. The attacker just smiled. -    As you would have it, bastard ! He rose slowly from the ground. Approached that tormented scared fellow and put a hand on his shoulder. -    Have no fear. He will touch you no more. He now has someone to answer to for his crimes. -    T....thanks, for ... for h...helping me. Either the boy has not yet recovered from a punch in his stomach, or has still been experiencing dread. -    You don’t have to thank me. It's my debt. I have come here to perform own duties. -    And w...what wi..will be with ... h... him? -    Him ? He has looked at recent tormentor, who bent and was still rolling from pain on the floor. He will touch you no more. And, well ... he will recover soon enough. It should not concern you now. -    Ag...again thank you f...for you aid. H...how do I call you and w...why have you helped m...me ? -    You ask for my name, right ? They call me Christian. I have aided you simply because it’s my debt and because two warriors from one side never abandon each other on the field of battle. And once again he has put his hand on boy’s shoulder, and, having smiled, has friendly shaken it.  * * * - Please, get rid of your anger. You do not currently comprehend all consequences of your condition, and not only those consequence for you, but also for people who surround you in these moments. - Stop poking me here ! Have your fun poking another, for you are like mummy’s child to me ! And it’s none of your business ! How would you behave if some slink had robbed you ?! - I say “you” because I consider you as equal, as one inhabitant of this world to similar another. Your anger is pointless – event has already occurred, and it’s your past now. The thief is gone. One can regret his past, love it or hate it, but cannot change it. It cannot be brought back to be lived through once again – possible, differently. But each moment of your life is already becoming a past in this very instant – and so you have to live it to not only having no regrets after, but making it a new source of power in present. - I do not understand you. - Many of you are unable to do that, unfortunately. And nevertheless they should start realizing, where is the truth and where does lie lurk in the course of their own spiritual quest. Time never waits. It’s already running out.  * * * And nevertheless it was wonderful here. Despite all the absurd and discrepancies, which have been brought here by capricious reason of this world’s inhabitants, it was great.  The very atmosphere of this small shelter in a much bigger haven was pure. -    Would you like to confess, my child ? -    I thank you, but I must refuse – I will confess only before my divine Father. And for all my errors and mistakes I will answer only before Him as well. -    Oh, is that really so ? After all, you are not without a sin, my son. -    That’s true indeed. But I will redeem all my faults and nonsenses, once made by me in different lives – and, possibly, in this one too, - with my own life. Simply because it’s the only way ever possible and there are no others. -    But God himself has granted its servants the right to atone for sins of others and to pardon them. Those forgiven by us are forgiven by Him. -    How cheap your forgiveness must be ! I wonder whether it costs 30 silver coins ? But you have completely misunderstood the writings you managed keep – even if it has been deformed by your servants at earlier stages, how is it ever possible to talk about full accuracy of its interpretation ? There is no such law in the Universe, which would allow one spirit to forgive the other for mistakes, made by him, and in one lapse to cancel all their consequences. Another spirit can help only those coming to an end of the expiation – but it’s the man himself who walks the path of redemption. -    You are speaking of blasphemy, my child ! How can you judge what is true, and what is false, when we have a live proof of validity of all the laws, honored by us, given to us from the above ? -    You have understood a lot correctly, but, unfortunately, not all. The shortest and ones of great importance words on the planet, on the planets, are “God”, “Love”, “Peace”, “Eternity” – you have understood this right. The world lives in and is driven by love – by love of the God to His creations and His creations to Him and to each other. The Universe is eternal as you are – and this, unfortunately, not all have yet realized. -    Only the God is eternal, my child – but we are all mortal ones. Only by righteous deeds in His cause in this mortal life can we hope to reach life eternal. -    But you are eternal. Both I am, and you are, and each of us. Planets can be scattered to ashes, but we will live on. Another subject, however, is that you have really decided to destroy this planet into ashes, trying to repeat sad destiny of a predecessor civilization, for which this planet was too their space shelter in due time. -    This is untrue! Those sinning and having not repented do not live forever ! The fate of theirs is the fiery hell and eternal torments ! -    Eternal tortures for mistakes of only a single life ? For the errors, made by a human on a very short part of his way ? Certainly, there are the acts which extend their consequences on a lots of lives. To fall once and to rise from the falling during many centuries – it’s a sad fate indeed. Many, however, prefer to dive into such depths, whence they cannot get out anymore, - therefore for them consequences of their actions may become similar to being eternal. But nevertheless – they are not endless, they can occupy many lives, but still are not eternal. But the true meaning of life lies not in the endless sinning and atonement, after all ! It’s in the creativity for good sake, in aiding your fellows, in walking your own bright path through the challenges of Universe – have you truly understood that ? Have all your so-called wise man understood that ? -    How dare you defile a Divine Word ! You will not be able to stay in this house, devoted to Him, anymore ! We have His Word ! -    And that is great. Follow the way of everything blessed, granted to you. Grow this blessed seed in yourself – only then you can count on your perfection, only then you will move closer to your Father. Remember, each of us is His creation, and each of us is eternal. We are all Gods – at least in the potential. As His fraction, possessing all His traits in a germ, we can travel a path from a human– through the angelic human – to the incarnated God himself. And yet we can still remain at an animal stage – some of us have been living so for countless centuries without change – and the fate of those is truly unenviable. It’s for us to decide that – for everyone, and this is our most important and most fateful choice. -    This is enough ! I will not bear your presence here any longer ! Leave this house of our Lord now ! -    Farewell, father. * * * Planet – garden ? What a bullshit ! I will rather believe in the mechanized iron planet ! Love makes the world go around ? It’s the physical strength that moves it ! There are other inhabited words ? But our apparatus haven’t discover any signs of life on the planets which are accessible to us – all worlds must be lifeless ! We are the unique source of life in the entire Universe ! A man can emit light ? Are you even in your mind ?! Tell me now, that space is filled with invisible green little men ! A man is capable to change the world surrounding him with his own thoughts ? Oh, yeah, sure ! I can surely change it with my own hands, but thoughts ... I haven’t even heard a bigger nonsense than this ! I am a potential God ? I am a human ! And leave all those potential for someone else to care ! My feelings create the radiations, affecting me and my neighbors ? I bear a responsibility for negative feelings ? I would rather now affect you in a ... hm ... real way – hit your dummy head with my fists ! Space is not empty ? It’s filled with the essence of ours ? Yeah, yeah, do not lie like a gas meter ! Scientists haven’t even discovered anything like that – and it simply does not exist ! What ? Whether I can feel a difference between a temple and a prison’s atmospheres ? Certainly, no ! Wonder why ? Cause there is none ! How does a person feel a glance ? What sort of noticed flashing spark can arise between two people ? There are just two options here – either it all seems to you, or you have a really diseased imagination ! How did Christ cured people ? Oh, heck, here you are again, starting to tell tales about him. I have heard plenty of those tales in my childhood already ! No more ! Armageddon? Time of challenges? We are stuffed with these children fairy tales already, feed someone else with them ! We are adult and disbelief in such nonsense !  * * * He was standing, surrounded by several tens of his allies. Awakened warriors of this world. - We will not despair, and we will not turn back. Do you remember, how you have aided me when I was still a a schoolboy? You have helped me out of pure motivation. The world needs same sort of aid now. - Yes, George, I remember. I have not forgotten. You are right, we will not surrender. We will keep working. - What wasn’t possible today, would blossom tomorrow ! How wonderfully you have spoken that day ! Alice has approached him and smiled. - The faithful one never gives up, the knowing one will bring his knowledge into the world to disseminate darkness of ignorance! And once again Pavel has repeated his words told by him once. - Dragons of rage will be defeated ! - Let the spiritual joy blossoms! - Let each new day be truly new! He heard these words, and tears have filled his eyes – even though he almost never cried. It seemed that all of them have decided to remind him his last years of life in this world. They repeated his words – each one repeated something most dear to his heart. They all approached him and friendly clapped on his shoulder, encouraging. They – awakened brave warriors of this world. - Yes, my friends. We will continue our struggling. We have a path, chosen by us, and our debt lies before us. We should help people understand a lot of things – but each one of them should also feel by himself where does a truth and a lie rests. The planet must survive. We have done much, but should make even more. Our dreams live in the heart of the Universe and I beg my divine Father for the bright day, when they will come true, to come at the long last. 02.10.2010 Sentence On 20th of February, 1857, Dostoevsky along with his wife came back to Semipalatinsk. The period of imprisonment and military service was revolving in Dostoevsky’s life : from the uncertain “seeker of truth in men” he has transformed into deeply religious person, to whom the Christ has become a unique ideal for all his subsequent life. - Stand up, the court is beginning ! - Stand up, everyone. Thanks ! Now sit down, please. I declare a hearing on a poet’s case opened. I would like to remind both the prosecutor and the advocate that we are dealing with an extremely dangerous social element, masking under an assumed name, and unreasonably stating about the beginning of yet not totally clear cardinal changes of all world order. - An earth world order, mister judge, - so the accused one told us. - Yes, I thank you, an accuser, for this clarification. All visible earth world order. What naivety ! - Mister judge, shall I start ? - Yes, certainly. We will first listen to the prosecution. You certainly have something to tell us, yes ? - Indeed I have ! So, well, first of all I would like to ask jurymen and everybody in this hall to pay attention to this, if it’s even possibly to say so, creative individual. Just look at what mad sight he possesses ... how these very eyes sparkle with some strange and daring fire ! And what an unprecedented impudence it is – to write about eternal life and potential human immortality ! We, both judges and admirers of classical literature, have learnt since school years one simple truth : trust, but check ! And this very check of his frankly crazy literature trash cannot withstand any serious criticism. A mankind have been learning this for a long time, - and it’s proven by views of true representatives of Christian belief, officially fixed on a paper, - that a human as a being, possibly possessing some sort of soul, still lives one and only one life and is resolutely incapable of revival in new appearances. Let us not take into consideration all that absurd, flying from mouths of those so-called spiritual leaders of the East, for they do not even worth a single bit of criticism. What completely nonsense is the statement, that a man did not die, pray tell, gathered Lords ? Alas, by the will of God himself we were made mortal, for from the ashes we are born and to the ashes we go. Alas, but such is the world order that we are capable to comprehend ... and during seven thousands of years we, I bet, have managed to understood it up and down ! And, just because man  is a being essentially frankly and suddenly mortal, so, these “writings” about endless life and, as a consequence, the New World, is simply a delirium of a feeble-minded ! And that very individual, facing you, is indeed a mad one, for only crazy ones are capable to create similar stuff so selflessly and disinterestedly. I confirm, that maybe accused one really possesses some creative gift, but who can give a guarantee, that these are not the intrigues of enemies of human race, desiring to ruin and destroy all our stability once and for all ? We just cannot make up with his nonsense, for his statements undermine all basis of the managed statehood, which we have been building for quite a while. And, besides, - they undermine almost all our cultural beliefs, all our traditions, foundations, rituals, habits and even prejudices, eventually ! Here is before you, mister judge, and I will not escape this word, is simply and plainly a spiritual terrorist ! He is the enemy of our entire society, of all our ideals, for which we have been preparing this very society for many years already ... he is plainly a madman ! He is capable of ruining all our tradition, our power, all that stability, which we have been trying to achieve. He just simply scoffs at people and brainwashes them ... they would better watch that television, drink and guzzle, after all, than read so mind-corrupting verses ! The past cannot come back and be returned – and this means that men cannot be revived, whether from ashes or from something similar, it’s absolutely impossible, I simply refuse to believe that, mister judge – and I hope that you share my fears, concerning similar potential sudden changes of spiritual consciousness of people, conducted by us. This change is absolutely undesired by us, - as well as the world does not desire similar madmen. Look, just take a single look at how false and pathetically accused one is now trying to look me in the face ... brrrrggghh ! My skin is just starting to crawl, mister judge, - for there is something, something really terrible in his eyes, - as well as in this person. We cannot allow him to influence minds of those loyal to us, to make him pervert them and take away from a path of patriotism and holy belief – that very orthodox belief, which he tramples with each word, each hint, each appeal to break down spiritual fetters ! How is that possible to consider oneself a believing person – and not to follow all canons and rituals of orthodox church ? How is that ever possible to assert, that God never lived in temples ? How is that possible to deny all moral advantage of fanatical patriotism ? How is that possible to oppose politics of free mixture of blood of different people throughout all territory of our state with no priorities to its native population ? How is that possible not to recognize so democratically elected government, after all ? Terrorist, he is one of the most dangerous terrorists in the entire history of our state ! All of you have seen his works, and our psychotherapists have recently also taken out their professional conclusion : this man is mad ! And this statement is proven by leading country’s physicians in their official conclusions, which I am eager to present to your attention, mister judge, as well as to the attention of jurymen. Therefore I warmly ask you, mister judge, to stop any further fatal activity of this individual and to place him where he should belong, - to imprison him in a psychiatric clinic for years to come, up to that day, when a Savior himself, if He even exists, of course, in a flesh and with His entire glory will descend into our world to aid our just souls to escape the bosom of shades without any efforts from our side ! Mister judge, I have finished speaking. - I thank you for such a long and touching ... I would even say warm ... speech. And, I believe, that all those gathered in this hall, his relatives included, are extremely touched by such boldness and frankness of yours ! Well, and now, I guess, it’s still necessary to listen to the advocate, if he, of course, has something valuable to tell to those gathered in this hall today. Defense, the word is given to you right now. - I thank you, mister judge. You know, I am in deep love with my profession, and it’s not I who should tell you, how it’s very necessary for all of us to behave with concern to others, trying to help, but ... you know, mister judge, I believe that this is just not the case. I tried to, I would really like to be humane and capable to tell something considerable and important in the justification of my defendant, but ... I have no words to make that today. I ... do not see sufficient reasons for the accused to be somehow pardoned or justified. As well as the prosecution I consider his isolation from society a necessity – for as long as possible. I have had my say. - Well ... I thank you. You can take a seat. How do you believe, accuser, is there is a reason to ask opinion of the accused one ? - I ... do not believe that opinion of a madman can have any sense at all, mister judge. - In that case the court leaves for decision-making. * * * - Everybody, stand up ! Thanks. Now please sit down. Based on the indications of defense and prosecution and having taken into consideration opinion of jurymen, the court has decided : to recognize accused one as deranged and, as a consequence, incapacitated and to imprison him in a psychiatric hospital for a term of at least one year with possibility of its further prolongation, according to the independent medical expertise. This sentence is definitive and is not subject to appeal. Please escort the accused one to a place of his future settlement immediately. And may the God help him ! * * * They laughed loudly and mocked him. They spat in his face. They frankly exulted. - So, have they caught you, Napoleon-of-all-the-Russia ? - Place him in the six chamber ! - The author burns ! The chamber waits ! - You’ve been caught, the sentence’s terse ... what a funny, such cool verse ! The first aid brigade has put an immobilizing white shirt on a person and dragged him through all area up to a car, parked nearby and howling with all voices of the underworld. The person did not resist – for now it was unnecessary. The crowd shouted and aspired to snatch on the newly made prisoner, and separate group of agents of national security, accompanying physicians, had to push aside those too quick. The man was needed for a regime alive. A living sign of its victory over own conscience and honour. Still recently solar sky suddenly began to become covered by clouds. They crept and crept one after another from the horizon, covering each other and quickly closing a firmament. After a ten-fifteen minutes time span the sky has become almost completely black. Soon the first lightning sparkled and rain began to drum on a roadway with its large juicy drops. The storm was almost ready to be born. The sky conducted its own sentence to each and every living one. 27.01.2011 You came too late Yet I don’t want to die, my friend In clocks of life there is still sand, There is no way for saturation For I do thirst for inspiration. Yes, I know – time cannot be turned back. Yes, I know – mistakes of the past cannot be reversed. Yes, I know – how I was wrong for all my life and became truly right only right now. I love you how I did not love anyone in this world. And I loved much. People deceived and betrayed me. They destroyed my illusion of own loneliness for short durations, only to let me feel again, how illusionary were my conceptions of it as of illusion. They loved and hated med simultaneously, for their love is so much like hate. And I loved them even for that. When a painful silence falls upon you like a heavy press, you even start to rejoice to a shout from own pain. I truly loved you, loved you as no other woman in this immensely dim world. I was sort of an entertainment for them – a toy, which they threw away with pleasure the time it bored them, not wishing to understand, that even toy have a living heart. And in this amusing game they, almost like me, tried to escape from comprehension that sometime they too will be left alone with themselves – and along with you. Perhaps, I love you for that too – that you have always been near me imperceptibly, no matter wherever and whoever I was. You, probably, don’t know about it yet, but thereby you also invisibly aided me – helped true me not to lost in this false vanity of life. You have appeared to be the most true and devoted of all the women, known to me. You have become your full antithesis for me, actually. Sometimes I called for you in a vain hope to be heard. It seemed to me that you have completely forgotten about me and will never shine the temple of my soul with your presence anymore. I have almost started to believe, that even the most devoted ones are capable of betrayal. Yes ... I see, I feel, how passionately do you desire to turn and face all these big and little ones, stepped over the border of their conscience, how deeply you want to shout to them all, that it’s only you, it’s only you, my beloved one, have never betrayed and deceived me, that only you always treated me so gently and carefully, as no other living being is ever capable of. For only you know, what is an inescapable heart pain ... and only you have a cure for it. But even you have come too late. For I am not the one I used to be already. Something has parted with me – something imperceptibly important and indescribable in words. Belief ? Hope ? Love ? But what can belief do, when the last hope has crashed into ashes, and what to hope for when the heart has become too rigid to love anymore ? In such minutes it’s possible to love only you, both hoping and trusting. But you have come too late ! I was young and full of strength once, and it seemed to me that I could do almost anything – and now it seems that I have sunk into all this almost completely. I hoped for trust and trusted love once, but love have disappointed me since then, and thus I have ceased to trust them both. I have already done everything I wanted to once, and still need to do something I cannot make ever. You could be with young me, but you have decided to come too late. Or, perchance, have you willingly waited for me ? Nevertheless, we are together at last to become one. Two halves of single whole, two parts of broken jar, which has already lost too much moisture of life. No one is able to separate us, the only true lovers on this guilty earth, initially intended for each other. I accept you the way you are – even though you have come too late. Even though you have come too late, my death. I accept you again for you are infinitely many-sided. And each death is always followed by a new birth. Only therefor I accept you – to wash off all pain of the past, and become live once again, for I have been struggling for it for so long already. Hi, my death. I welcome thee, oh my rebirth ! 20.10.2010 I am The engineer of spirit I am. The bringer of the word I am. The fellow traveller I am. The maker of confusion I am. The linker of poems I am. The breaker of the walls of past I am. The awaking of sleepers I am. The dispeller of darkness I am. The flaming blade I am. The destroyer of illusions I am. The teacher of happiness I am. The killer of prejudice I am. The seeder of hints I am. The changer of lives I am. The finger showing the moon I am. One of the children of One God I am. The one of many I am. The one of you I am. The herald I am. The Nameless One I am. 08.07.2010 I feel... I feel I don't belong there, yet this is my world for now. I feel like I am a sinner and a saint - all in one. I feel I used to fall, only to rise higher after. I feel I don't need to repeat the mistakes of the forgotten past again. I feel I have recently passed through some trial ... yet there are more awaiting me on the path. I feel like I have already experienced all the common pleasures other ones dream of - and found them worthless. I feel I have forgotten my true nature and lost my past in the labyrinths of lifes. I feel like I was able to fly somehow, though I can't recall the time. I feel my road is of rare origin, yet it won't be easy. I feel many diamonds of the future path are still undiscovered. I feel my wish for transformation have triggered some fate threads, and I must prove my worth for the Universe. I feel the Universe is a constantly evolving, living being and we are all bound by some unseen force in it. I feel I must dive deeper inside me for the past to unfold. I feel I'm many-faced ... so many personalities swirling inside me, constantly fighting for my attention. I am all them - and yet someone different. I feel I have awakened, yet partially. I won't exists as usual "me" when I will finally dare to open still closed eyes. I feel I could never awaken even like this, had I to listen to other people's "common sense". I feel I know the major marks of my path, yet the details are still undetermined. I feel my goals are right, yet only for me. My own ego must be destroyed in my wake for new essence to be born. I feel the happiness makes me lighter, yet still I cannot soar. I feel I can't call any country as motherland and even Earth is not home. I feel I don't need to belong to any organized group folks, yet I could ... just to have some fun examining them. I feel I could speak more languages, yet now bound to the two, with one sounding so familiar ... Did I relearn one of those ? I feel I could sometimes feel people's emotions flowing around me, unseen by others. I feel humans do not yet know the inner power they hold, for this knowledge could be dangerous. I feel the paths of all ones intertwine in a strange ways and there are no random events. I feel we are all have creativity of some origin, yet many ones buried it to look sane. I feel some interesting events marking the future of this world are yet to come. I feel we all have to be better if we are to survive. I feel I will always be somewhat "out of touch" there, yet I can accept the laws most ones live with ... just in case. I feel somewhat like a child now, yet my mind is of elder. I feel I will never stop seeking the wisdom, nor do I want to. I feel I could walk the different direction, yet finally my destination would be the same. I feel I am still human on the surface - and that is for the better. I feel my path does never truly end, yet I am glad. I feel I am being guided, yet cannot see the guide. I feel I am not the only one who feels like this, yet those ones are few. I feel I could say more ... yet this is sufficient. I feel I must keep silence ... for now. 13.08.2009 "H" means : Hope The Dead City It does exist – and yet it doesn’t. It always was – but they preferred to keep silence of its existence previously. It calls for you as something delightful yet forbidden – but few ones have time to feel its true bitterness. It is so much similar to the constructed Babel tower, yet more and more are willing to climb to its top. It grows outside and inside of you invisibly, braiding with webs all corners of your soul. And that is why so many consider it as nonexistent. Its stench seems fragrance from distance, and its fire – lovely illumination. Practically no one came back from it. And those few who did were humans no more. So much has been told about it ... yet this does not reduce the number of its pilgrims. It never lived – and that is why it doesn’t know such thing as death. It has been born along with the human. Will it be extinguished before him ? Yes, it looks like a massive city. But this is a Dead City. A city of former love, now long since dead. A cemetery. Graves, graves, graves ... Each of them is unique - one of a kind. But do corpses really need to be unique ? Tombstones - and inscriptions, inscriptions, inscriptions... “Linen washing is so bad ... start delight yourself like mad”, - as though the first squeals. “A goat he was – a goat he is, no more loving, cease, cease, cease. Perhaps I’ll now just kill him, rather, - he’s always mine, never another !”, - threatens with all possible force the second. “For how much long, for how much long you’ll have me in the bed, my pong ?!” - overstrains in the silent exclamation to the unknown listener the third. “From own husband I have pain ... but is new lover better gain ?” - uncertainly-shy longs the forth. “Without family we have a lot of joyful, shining staff ... who didn’t want us is just shy, so let them rot and let them die !”, - as though gives orders to dead ones the fifth. “You’re rather damned, never cool – I’ll rather die than marry, fool !”, - dives in hysterics the sixth. “All women are silly, but I am – the queen ! I can go right and left in sin !”, - categorically assures the seven. “The less we love the women shit, the more effortless we hit !”, - share his deadly wisdom the eight. “You had betrayed, I saw token ! Keep silence now, my heart is broken !”, - chatters abstrusely the nine. “No faith, no trust, no beg, my friend, but carry insults through heart’s land”, - calls for humility the tenth. “Love is like a dream – yet dreams die. Just money help us reach the sky”, - is proud of his cost the eleventh. “I love myself, and that is cool. To love the others? I’m not fool !”, - secretly admits the twelfth. “Gods gave us love and paradise – stop lying now, just rise, rise, rise !”, - frankly raves the thirteenth. Graves, graves, graves ... This is eternal cemetery. Almost everyone comes here before taking his true place. He silently digs cold dead earth with his own hands, and so silently digs in himself. The ones who came here died voluntary. And those risen from dead looks like humans no more. No one knows if there are resurrected ones. But risen from dead often wander the streets of yet living cities. And it’s impossible to put the pain, tormenting them, into words. There is a legend that those risen from dead can only be cured by the one who made them. But few resurrected ones know different truth. They know the truth of the Alive City. It does exist – and yet it doesn’t. It always was – but they preferred to keep silence of its existence previously. It first averts you as something intolerably bitter – but few ones have time to feel its true sweet. It’s similar to an ancient mountain towering among lowlands, yet less and less are willing to climb to its top. It grows outside and inside of you invisibly, lightening all corners of your soul. And that is why so many consider it as nonexistent. Its fragrance seems stench from distance and illumination – as its fire. Practically no one came back from it. And those few who did were humans no more. So much has been told about it ... yet this does not increase the number of its pilgrims. It never died - and that is why it doesn’t know such thing as death. It has been born long before the human. Will he once remember it ? 29.09.2010 Of the Princes, who do not exist One day this will happen. Your prince on a white horse will once come to you, though you will not hear him. You will not notice him in human crowd, you will not open your doors when he will knock. You will not recognize him and let him enter, for you have not been waiting. True princes always come unexpectedly. They need no heralds, announcing their arrival. They need no applause. Shouts of approval of others are not required for them. Even horses are necessary no more. They always come on their own – with years of hard work and constant challenges they got used to rely only on own powers, they learnt to trust themselves. You will not hear them far off on knocking of hoofs of their dashing horses, you will never see them caracoling. They have left white horses far behind of themselves, for without them they can move faster. They have rejected a gilt harness and a well-cared mane, they have refused convenient saddles. Now they always come on their own. For that reason you will not recognize him, you will pass by. If they towered proudly over the others on their graceful horses – they would be too appreciable. But they need no applause. If they raced you on their snow-white horses – you would never forget this short journey together. But they need no dependence on them. If they have offered you to marry them – you could not refuse. But they want to see others being free. They denied this greatness. The stepped down from their horses. They became small princes. And with time they got lost in a big crowd. That is why you will not recognize him, for you have not known him. For you knew only big princes – too big to once become small ones. That is why you always look above your head, hoping to see big ones and never noticing the small. They became useless. And still they come. And still they continue to knock on the door of yours, knowing that those doors will not be opened – for there is nobody inside to do it anymore. And still they hope that one day, lots of years after, you will remember that quiet knock you have heard so long ago, countless days before, but chosen not to open the door, for the unexpected visitor came in thunder-storm and you were too afraid to presoak your feet. Yes, you will remember it once – and smile, having understood, what sort of traveller was on the road. Seldom, very seldom they come to those who could open the doors - but doors still stand closed – for there is no one to open them from the inside. They have not died out. They have not vanished. It is you who have killed your princes. 29.09.2010 Five in a boat, not counting the cat - The storm is approaching, - the captain of a vessel has noticed, - we may be not in time. We should better ... - We will be in time ! – the Mistress has unceremoniously interrupted. – If you have obeyed me three hundred and twenty seven strokes back, we wouldn’t even be caught by it. I have been telling you, dolt, to the south, to the south we had to row ! And what did you say – we’ll go north, we’ll go north ! Sail now to the east, oh my ingenious one ! And don’t even dare to break a boat ! - Oh, don’t start it, - the captain got confused. – Just imagine, how beautiful the north is ! The polar lights, colds, stopping the blood, wind’s howl, making one’s lose his hearing, penguins on ice floes, after all ... - Yeah, penguins is an interesting topic, - I would like to see at least one of them live, - the Middle brother has interrupted the conversation. - And I desire to go to the West, - the Elder brother said suddenly. Life is a way better there and people are more cultural, don’t swear like some other. - So you’ll swim there alone, in your next life. If you have sufficient brains. And now we’ll sail to the southeast ! – the Mistress was becoming even more angry. - Heck, to the south or to the east, make up ye mind at last ! – it was obvious, that captain was already starting to feel the rage. - At first to the south, and then to the east, wasn’t that clear enough ? Or do you need an instruction for each and every stroke ? - Dunno need, - the captain has taken offence. - I’ll somehow manage it myself, move away ! And, having this said, he has flopped on vessel’s prow and started to fiercely beat water with oars, as if waves of salty moisture were capable to extinguish a fire, periodically inflaming his soul. - And where are we sailing now ?! – the Mistress has exclaimed both unceremoniously and pathetically five minutes after the supervision over this nonsense. – There is a north over there ! You have not even turned a boat ! - If you are such a smarty one, take oars and row yourself ! – the captain bawled. - You cannot even appreciate the help ! - I don’t want such “help” even free of charge. You all are just useless, I have to do it all myself ! And with these words the Mistress has taken seat on a stern, and started to make elegant pirouettes on water with oars. A stroke. And yet again. And several tens of strokes as well. Whooowwwhhh ! – and a wave, which has suddenly rolled on a vessel, washed away half of stock, which was located there, having not spared even banal food. - What have you made, asshole ! – the Mistress cried out. – All our emergency rations were there, for evil day prepared !  The last gifts of my mother were there ! Not for you, for my children all that I’ve prepared, by grains collected ! What a clumsy one are you, indeed ! - As if I had not did it for children ! – the captain frowned. – And, yeah, if that’s so important for you, you must have fastened it better ! - So I did ! Attached everything, tied it all up ! Who might have known, that you will be able to wash it all away in a single flash ! - The luggage was washed away by a wave, - the Middle has had enough time to interrupt the skirmish. – A man cannot command waves. - The storm is coming, - the Elder has noticed. – I can already see in on the horizon. - Just look at what you have done ! – as though not hearing him, the Mistress continued to exclaim. - Has washed away our stock, woken the Younger. - Yep, yep, - the Younger brother sniffed from a boat’s corner, still opening his eyes. – Has woken, woken ! Bad, nasty ! ... and even managed to water our cat ! - Miaow ! – said the cat, who has just got out from under a seat and started to lick own wet wool  extensively. - Miaow ! – she has repeated once more and with a reproach in her cattish eyes stared at all the heroes of element’s triumph. - You row in opposite directions, - the Elder has sarcastically noticed. - Are you planning to continue or going to stop right away ? The storm is already close. - Storm, storm ! Mummy, mum ! Save, rescue ! – the Younger began to cry. - Now, my little one, just a moment ! All these dolts have not even a slightest idea, that we must row to the south ! Only mum knows it all, can do it all, predicts it all ! She will help, she will rescue ! - Miaow ? – a stained cat has interrogatively stared at her. - A storm, however, you haven’t foreseen, - the Elder hemmed. – Come on, let me replace you, - he told to the Mistress, - and unceremoniously took one oar. The Middle took the second. - We will sail to the north tomorrow, three altogether, - the Elder stated, addressing the captain. – And now let’s row to the east all as one, - Middle has added as well. – Ok, let’s go ! A stroke. And the next one. And several more hundreds of them. They have almost reached the coast – but the storm has caught them nevertheless. It flanged the boat and began to whirl it, pouring with waves. It washed away another part of a luggage stock. It, finally, for the second time didn’t spare an unfortunate cat, who had already started to dry up on a wind. It struck captain’s face several times with its waves. It reached a stern with Elder and Middle brothers. It poured with water a screaming Younger one. In short, it was rigid. But not omnipotent. The storm has come to an end, and the coast has finally appeared. Just a two hundred meters. Just a leaking and dilapidated boat. Just a wet cat, rubbing about feet in a vain attempt to warm oneself. - Retards ! – a Mistress has shouted short after coming to her senses.  - Broken a boat ! Washed away the luggage ! Watered the Younger one ! I have no more powers, monsters ! – and with these words she has seized Younger brother and together with him has jumped overboard, strenuously swimming to a coast in a southern direction. Three remained heroes of the day (four, considering a wet cat as a passenger) with the last bit of strength finally sailed to a coast, taking out water, accumulating in a worn out boat, in a process. - So, where are we going to travel now ? – The ex-captain interrogatively looked at them. - To the West, - the Elder brother said confidently. – Storm warnings are usually announced there in advance. - Well, and I then, probably, will travel East, for the sake of variety, - the Middle one decided. - So, well, if things are that way and my leadership is no more necessary to everybody, I will go, perhaps, to the north, - the captain of the broken boat noticed enthusiastically. – Always dreamt of visiting the north at least once in my ex-captain’s life ... P.S. So, and how’s cat’s destiny turned out ? Living well, we guess. Having jumped out in the last moment from her recent dwelling, which has broken on its way ashore, she has indifferently curved her back and, having caved in, has splashed from herself the rest of this inutile moisture, impregnated with salt of life, mewed few times encouragingly, and run, where the tail directs. Have granted herself to the new way of life. 02.11.2010 The thirtieth day The thirtieth day ... Yes, the thirtieth day has passed since he has got here. Into his new home. HOME. The frozen tongue refused to pronounce this painfully familiar and once causing an anxious delight and joy word. How unimaginably new it now sounded in consciousness ! Despair. Despair, dimming the mind. Tears – what about ? Maybe of those long time gone and irrevocable days of simple man’s happiness ? Of sonorous men's voices and happy children's smiles ? Of a united family, which he was eager to have ? “Father” ... He has, actually, never heard this wonderful sound – and will never hear it now. NEVER. The mind gloatingly hinted, that this is so – it can be no other way. But the heart, the heart, which have suffered so many torments and suffering – his heart refused to believe that. It always refused to trust in pain and grief. Always. Or ... until the 30-days old events only ? And still ... nevertheless, it’s his new home for now, no matter how blasphemously this word would now sound. A street. Almost constantly locked up at night doors of buildings. City dumps, where it was seldom possible to find some sort of food ... No, no, NO !! This cannot be with me, only not with me ! Why, why, why ?! Silence. Deadly silence. Silence of night. Words have left a withered throat into a darkness of night and have died out in a far distance. There is no response. He will have to search for answers himself. Then – weakened, wasted, with scars all over his body – traces of struggle against colleagues by misfortune and city’s thugs, with a face, covered by purulent scabs, - he has fallen to the ground. He hasn’t even noticed, how suddenly the earth approached and his body, having hit it with dull sound, kept lying motionlessly ... * * * ... He did neither remember, nor know, how many time has passed. And, probably, didn’t even want to. What’s the reason ? To find livelihood and a lodging for the next night – were his needs not limited by this only ? Then he opened his eyes. Tried to move – and desperately screamed from a sharp pain and a bloody haze in his eyes – a hand, his right hand. The one, which has rescued him time and again in fights on dark alleys for a piece of bread, the one which helped him to sometimes open not too qualitatively made locks of city buildings – he felt it no more. Totally, completely. A bone fracture, a dislocation ? Most probably a dislocation and a pain shock, which has followed it ... that’s good. Could be worse – much worse. We will make it. We will survive, reason – I tell you ! Hospital ? What hospital are you suggesting me to go for, reason ? And was it not you, my accidental witness, of how hundreds of people during those thirty days expelled me and threw me away from public transport, how teenagers mocked me angrily, how adults unfriendly mowed and how young girls turned away from me with such an expression on their faces, as if they have just seen the nastiest thing in their life ? There is no place for me in the world of those ones. No more a place. Aaarrrgggghhh ... no, stop it ! Only not those images, only not them ! Memory, my obliging aunt who has been serving to me so right earlier, - what sort of malicious joke are you going to play with me ?! Stop it, I beg you ! I have already submitted to my fate ! I have put up with it – do you hear me ? I had ! Or ... or not completely ? Questions, questions, questions ... Questions, irritating both mind and heart. Lonely questions without answers. Servants of pain – spiritual anguish. A pain again – this time from a hand. That’s not too much. That one will be gone. They, it’s they who are guilty ! – once again he wanted to growl spitefully. Yes, it’s them. Harmful businessmen, liars, rascals. They have cheated him, as well as hundreds like him. He did not remember all details for now, but firmly remembered one thing – they have get his apartment by a deceit. Fucked company, false agency ! Bastards ! Stop. Only not rage. No more hatred. He was already tired of it, too tired already. Thirty days – it’s such a big timespan to still continue hating. Thirty days ... how much he has learnt and understood during those thirty days ! With what contempt he looked at all these “needy” and unfortunate people earlier ! How much arrogance and complacency was in his eyes, obscured by formal well-being. How many simple human requests he rejected, referring to a lack of time ... a lack ... now, seemingly, he has this time in surplus – but what sort of time ... He even betrayed once – his close friend and the fellow worker. Wanted to earn money ... has earned ... And his friend got to prison for financial frauds – tried to prove, that he was a fictitious person. If only he also knew, who did that ... He has to pay for everything, he thought suddenly. For all things made. To redeem own crimes. A cruel lesson, indeed. He was, however, cruel as well. He stood up. Looked around. He has come – has returned to his home ... Not to himself, though, not to his home. He perfectly remembered what was his home for now. And nevertheless ... something uncontrollably pushed him to enter this familiar front door, to feel house smells – for the last time in his life. He will not return to this building anymore. And then, having thrown aside all cowardly and bitter thoughts, firmly pushed his fractured hand to a breast, he has moved on – started wandering to a front door of this house. The door slowly swung open and some married couple went out of the doors – probably on a walk. He made a jerk and approached the entrance. The young girl made a wry mouth and whispered something to his beloved one’s ear. The beloved one tried to strongly seize a man with a ridiculously bent and pressed to a breast hand, moving to a front door, but that man has suddenly whispered : “Only for a minute. It’s my former home”, - and a man’s hand, almost ready to seize this nasty vagabond, has suddenly slowly dropped somehow, a flickering of understanding moved in his eyes for an instant and, having murmured  “yes, certainly”, he stood aside. ... Forward and upwards – to the third floor. Here it is, close and familiar ... almost native. And who might be living in his apartment for now ? He listened. Somewhere behind a door the dog was vigorously barking, possibly meeting his master. Somewhere a child was crying. Somewhere people were swearing. And only once during all that half an hour that he was standing, having leant against a wall and remembering former life, somewhere from above a many-voiced and joyful laughter has reached his ears. He came back a short time after. Away from his home. Or straight to it ? The ground floor ... mail boxes, similar to cast bunkers. To look in ? But who can write him ? Who ? And still he looked into it – in a box with large and bold number “30”. The thirtieth day ... the thirtieth apartment ... it’s even somewhat amusing ... There was only one letter – with his initials on it. With his ! He looked at its date. Yes, it was brought 29 days ago – the apartment was still owned by him that day. He has overrun its text.  At first the bewilderment, then amazement, a smile and a pain were reflected in his face. However, if somebody has accidently seen his face this instant – he would accept its expression for some sort of predatory grin. Not trusting his own eyes, he looked through the text lines once again. Everything is correct. His mind was still serving him well. There is no mistake possible. Large letters and words “notice”, “fortune”, a name of his sister, living abroad, and a sum of one hundred thousand dollars were the last things that twisted in his consciousness that day. His legs gave away and he felt down, unconscious. A rising sun could be seen in a building’s windows ... 31.10.2010 I am always alone Please forgive me, for I cannot tell you of it. We simply must part our ways. It’s everything you need to know. - But I do not understand ... have I caused some harm to you ? I loved you and still do love. - Do not say it like so, it only makes things worse. - But why ? Why should we part with each other ? - I have another man. I do not love you. * * * - Ye, driveller, what’s the fuck do I need you for ? Go and sing your serenades to some pensive sixteen-year old silly girlie ! You are just not the man for ye cannot financially support your girl ! And I have already seen such ones in my life – and trust me, they simply don’t survive. The law of natural selection, right ? And you are – the evolutionary flaw. Either you stop bringing some poetic nonsense and show me real money, or we are parting our ways today ! - We are parting our ways. * * * - No, not like so. No, no that way. So ... like so ... more .. more ... Oh ... how nice ! More ... here ... like that. With you ... it’s so ... so good with you ... so good for me. - I ... I have become attached to you ... I don’t know, how ... how I will live alone for now... - Hey, let’s not start that ... ok ? Don’t think you can buy me with your words. You ... know the terms. - I know ... I know it all. Sometimes it seems to me that I ... know too much. The price ... the price is still the same ? - Yes, the same. And let us agree that it will be currency from now on, instead of barter. We are not living in the Stone Age, are we ? * * * - And do these four years together, do they really mean nothing to you ? She has approached me, twisted her hands round my neck, and steadfastly and sadly has looked in my eyes. - They mean everything for me. These were the best ones in my entire life, whether you believe it or not. You have given me so much ... I have never met a man like you before ... and probably will never meet anymore ... Will live like ... live like ... all normal people... Her eyes filled with tears. I have embraced her and pushed to myself. - Let us not leave each other, ok ? After all, it’s what we wanted ... to be together for all our lives ... together to the last breath ... - Oh my God, how would I have wanted it to be so ! How would I want to never leave you ... never ... to ... that you always ... with each sunrise, with each new day come to me ... and I come to you ... and we were with each other, and would both rejoice and grieve together ... together ... oh, how I would like that ! But ... I cannot ... cannot ... not now ... - And still we have to part our ways ... after all ... forever ? - Yes ... forever. And you know this well. You know ... I have a legal husband and cannot leave him ... I cannot. * * * -  You know, now it starts to seem that I will never meet her. The only her, whom I would really fall in love with ... who will love me ... the one, who can become the only one ... the only possible woman of my life. - I believe you make your conclusions too early. Not all is lost at all. - But not everything was found as well. And will it be found, I wonder ? How small is  the chance that among all the variety of people I can see and find her ! I would rather stop trying for now, I am too tired of this pursuit of phantoms, too tired ... perhaps, I would rather be alone for now – always alone. I have come to this world lonely, and I should leave it the same way. - We all have to. That doesn’t mean, however, that we are destined to be lonely for our entire life from the beginning and up to the end. You will still meet her, of that I am sure. - Maybe. Possibly this unique day will once come, when I will meet her ... finally find her. Maybe so. I really want to believe in that. 31.10.2010 Fantasy as it is How RPG heroes will battle with the Ancient Red Dragon 1. Warrior There is nothing easier for him than to defeat some unfledged flying lizard. Before entering the den of a dragon he triply loudly tries to challenge him on a “fair fight” and then, having received only silence in reply, barges into the lair himself. Feeling absolutely no confusion from a view of a heap of bones and skulls, scattered through the lair (he had to see much more intriguing things in battles, after all), finds a lurked dragon. Performs a short war-call speech, like “Into the battle !” to encourage himself, and straight off rushes into a fight.  When the dragon tries to breath a fire on him, instinctively defends with a shield. After that the dragon needs only to have a supper from a next titbit of a roasted meat, spitting out indigestible iron trinkets in a process. 2. Thief Waits for whole year to choose the longest and darkest night possible. This night creeps to a den exactly at midnight. Thoroughly searches for a secret door. Having found none, opens front entrance with a lock pick, and makes a way in a den on tiptoe, trying not to make much noise (who knows, maybe dragon suddenly does not sleep yet ?). Searches heaps of bones and skulls in a search of valuables. Finds a sleeping dragon. Accurately walk around, setting the traps he has brought with himself. Hides in a shade behind a stone and throws a poisoned dagger from his cover. When a dragon, having awakened from something light, which has struck him and slid off his scales, half-asleep breathes a fire, illuminating at least half of his den, the thief tries to hide in a shade of the flashed fire. After that the dragon needs only to have a supper from a next titbit of a roasted meat, spitting out all those jewelry in a process, previously concealed by a dragon and then pocketed by a thief, which now have been returned to their lawful legal owner once again. 3. Priest Before going to a campaign against a dragon, thoroughly prays to his gods for them to strengthen his belief and grant him their divine aid in a battle with winged demon.  Going to a campaign, he stocks up with several liters of holy water. Having at last reached journey’s point of destination, he approaches a den and blesses himself. Being inspired by the made successes, he fearlessly enters the lair. Tries to revive the souls of living beings, sent into nonexistence by the winged demon previously, by casting Raise Read spell and splashing holy water on them. When a dragon, having noticed this obscenity, flies close to a priest, the priest blesses himself once again with a sacred sign, shouting : “I banish you, evil one !”. He has the time to cast Bless, Divine Favor, Prayer, Holy Word and Fire Resistance, before the dragon spits a stream of fire on him. Breathed fire heats up an armor of the priest to 50C and then in his last efforts the servant of gods tries to extinguish the fire around him with last remnants of holy water.  After that the dragon needs only to breath a fire stream once more to have a supper from a next tidbit of a roasted meat, having satisfied his thirst with several liters of holy water, yet not splashed by faithless priest. 4. Paladin He has been born to struggle against such evils that destroy settlements of innocent peasants and eat their virgin girls. Having not a slightest sign of hesitation and fear, wasting no unnecessary words (except for something like “For the sake of justice !”), goes on a campaign against the dragon. After many days of travelling and having reached a lair, enters it fearlessly. Having not a slightest sign of hesitation and fear, bravely walks over the heaps of bones and skulls through a den. Seeing a dragon, shouts : “Godless creature ! Today’s yours Doomsday !” and heads into the battle, swinging his sparkling sword Holy Avenger + 5. Has not a slightest sign of hesitation and fear when exhaled stream of fire comes near him. After that his armor, heated up to 120C, surpasses in the degree of brilliance even his sacred sword. After that the dragon needs only to have a supper from a next tidbit of a roasted meat, having carefully spat out (and having added to the already impressive list of his treasures) Holy Avenger +5 sword. 5. Mage Before going on a campaign, for several years sits at reading of ancient books and manuscripts, concerning the history of dragons race, their arrival into this world, their classification, character traits and basic habits and, finally, their weak spots. Having being armed with all that knowledge along with an ancient magic staff and several tens of spell scrolls, at last starts his voyage. Having passed some kilometers and having been tired of walking on foot, casts Fly and then overcomes all remained distance to a lair in several pitiful minutes. Having noticed a den, casts Detect Magic on it. Becomes alerted when the spell displays the hugest fluctuations of magic force in a den. Carefully surveys den’s vicinities, trying to digest unrecorded magical fluctuations. Before entering a lair casts on himself all that magic stuff like Haste, Minor Globe Of Invulnerability, Major Globe Of Invulnerability, Greater Globe Of Invulnerability, Lesser Magic Reflection, Greater Magic Reflection, Protection From Elements, Protection From Evil, Protection From Alignment, Stoneskin, Greater Stoneskin, Spell Immunity, Total Immunity, and only then accurately enters it. Takes breath when he determines that the source of detected earlier magical fluctuations are, in fact, artifacts, scattered together with heaps of bones and skulls. Overcomes the desire to be engaged in their immediate studying, having decided to postpone this sort of business for later attention. Trying not to lose too much time, moves through a den and notices a lying dragon at last. When the dragon flies up to him, intending to engulf him in flames, mage casts Time Stop and then beholds the dragon, frozen in air, unable to look away from its strong as a steel red scales, and trying to remember, for what powerful magic component this scaly ingredient was required. Having regained one’s senses, casts a Fireball on a hovering dragon. Having noticed, that it has not affected the dragon as it was supposed to do, finally remembers the descriptions, read earlier in manuscripts, of representatives of his kind and (in particular) their total and complete invulnerability to fire. Still have some time to cast Chain Lightning, which, along with hitting the dragon, as a side effect destroys practically all artifacts, stocked up by the dragon, after that the dragon come away from period of time-nonexistence, and spits out a fire stream on a dire magician. The mage observes with surprise his magical staff, which has become an analogue of a torch in Christmas night, and only then on the edges of his consciousness realizes, that all effects of his magic protections have had just enough time to already vanish. After that the dragon needs only to have a supper from a next tidbit of a roasted meat, having replenished his magical supplies from a heap of rings, necklaces and other jewelry, spat out from the chewed magician. 6. Barbarian Having learnt that somewhere in his vicinities lives some ancient, and, moreover, red dragon, screams with a loud war-call and runs in the direction, where (presumably) the dragon should dwell. Having been running for several days, at the long last comes by some sort of miracle across a dragon’s den. Emits a war cry once again, calling a dragon on a fight. When a dragon, woken up by this inhuman roar, claws out of his cave, the barbarian enters a berserker mode and tries to chop a dragon into pieces. After that the dragon needs only to observe a fairly fire-bathed and still violently twitching muscular body of a former dragon’s bane. 7. Ranger Becomes very disappointed, having learnt that the ancient red dragon does not dwell in woods. Then, having loaded himself with several quivers of arrows, starts the voyage. Carefully investigates all traces, found on the road, trying to identify, which of them can possibly belong to a dragon. After many days of travelling finally reaches a den. Compares traces around a den with earlier taken samples to become convinced that it’s the valid den of a valid dragon. Before entering a lair, summons Black Bear from the nearest forest. Creeps into the lair together with a bear. Observes with astonishment, how this very hungry bear eats remains of unlucky adventurers, slaughtered by a dragon. Having noticed a dragon from afar, fires several tens of arrows, which lay down accurately on a circle around the paws of a sleeping dragon, thus calling him for a fight. When the dragon wakes up and flies up to him, sets on his summoned bear. With edge of his eye observes, how a bear, already stuffed up with food, instead of eating a dragon sits down near him and starts licking own paws. With edge of another eye observes, how all quivers of arrows on his back flash in a fire. Has some time left to feel a heat, coming somewhere from all directions, and to see dragon claws just before his face. After that the dragon needs only to feel the charm of the torn and roasted meat of not only the hero himself, but his not less unlucky forest companion. 8. Bard Before going to a campaign, composes a ballad Of The Great And Mighty Red Dragon, Covering The Half Of Firmament On A Flight. Becomes greatly inspired when a half of local small town comes to attend to this concert. Then composes a ballad Of The Fearless Hero Who Went On A Campaign Against The Bane Of The Heavens. After having received a thousand question of who is this fearless hero, decides that time for a campaign has probably finally come. Moves into adventuring, composing new and new ballads on the way Of The Battle With Red Wyrm, Of The Red Plague Of Heavens and on, and on, thereby constantly gathering around him crowds of local gapers. When he reaches dragon’s den at last, discovers that all that public has been blown off like by the fire. Enters a lair, singing a ballad Of The Young Bard, Fearlessly Stepping Into A Lair Of The Ancient Beast. Having entered the lair and come across remains of your adventurers, composes on the fly a tearful song Of The Heroes, Who Disgracefully Died In The Dark Cave, trying to encourage himself. When a dragon, awakened by some hoarse singing voice, flies up to him, tries to compose a lullaby ballade Of How The Dragon Went Into Eternal Rest. The dragon, however, completely unimpressed with such melodies, exhales a burst of flame, and after that event all the remaining crowd have to compose in joint efforts a new (in last in this season) ballade Of How The Hero Over Here Was Lost In The Den Over There. 9. Monk Before going into a campaign, diligently meditates for some days, trying to dive into Nirvana. Having left this blissful state, finds out that that time for campaign has already come a long time ago – and then finally moves on. Having passed several kilometers and having been tired of such slow way of movement, starts running and thus surpasses all remaining distance in mere several hours. Having run to a den, sits down in a pose of lotus and plunges himself into meditation once again. Having left this blissful state after several days, finds out that he’s just in the time borders of his journey. Runs into a lair. On the fly diligently maneuvers across heaps of bones and skulls, trying not to bash any of them. Having not noticed a dragon on the move, bashes into him – and then sits down near its paws and plunges himself into deepest meditation. The woken up dragon breathes a stream of fire, which does not cause the hero any harm, for he has already made his body absolutely immune to pain. By that time the monk, who has left meditation, notices that the dragon has already woken up, and enters a fistfight with him. After that the dragon needs only to regale on a body and (separately) head of the hero, which have now been made totally and absolutely immune to any sorts of pain. 21.10.2010 How RPG heroes will install Windows 1. Warrior Pushes an installation disk into the drive with the help of steel gauntlet. Moves nearby, while installation process is being performed, practicing swords swinging and shaking, and sometimes bashing his shield for greater frightening effect. When the installation is finally completed and during the first boot Windows hangs up, he smashes thrice-damned device into an incalculable number of small slices in his mighty rage. 2. Thief Acquires a pirated copy of the latest beta-version of Windows for just 2 silver coins, silently opens a drive with a lock pick, puts a disk there and then even more silently closes the drive and launches installation process. When the message popups : “A new device has been detected : Windows disk”, - shouts “Hell, we’ve been spotted !” and runs away with such a speed that only his heels sparkle. 3. Priest Before begging the installation process, blesses Windows media disk and splashes holy water on it, and only after those important procedures inserts it into a drive. When the drive cannot read seriously watered disk and a message popups : “Unable to read from device. Abort ? Retry ? Ignore ?” he overshadows himself in horror, shouting “I banish thee, unholy one !” and starts moving around the computer, singing holy prayers. After two hours of travelling (during which the disk has just enough time to completely dry up) tries to repeat the process once again. After the installation process completes successfully, kneels and performs yet another three-hour praise to the gods that they have heard his modest prayers and have aided him in his struggle against the evil. 4. Paladin Takes Windows installation disk and lay on hands on it. Waits for several minutes and then inserts a disk in a drive. As soon as installation starts, put his Ankh on a chassis for greater effect. When the installation process finishes and during the first boot Windows hangs up, proclaims : “Disbeliever ! Feel the wrath of Gods !” and smashes accursed device into a lot of tiny pieces. 5. Mage Carefully takes Windows installation disk and casts Identify spell on it. After the spell determines the version of Windows on a disk, casts a Detect Magic spell on it. When his spell detects nothing unusual, breathes with a sign of relief and cast a Detect Alignment spell on it. Becomes wary after the spell detects Alignment : Chaotic Neutral. Casts a Purify spell on disk and only then finally launches installation process. Having fun with own familiar during the installation process. After the installation completes, repeatedly casts Detect Alignment spell on a computer. Becomes alerted even more, when a spell determines Alignment : Chaotic Evil. Casts Time Stop, trying to decipher, what magical streams have created such astounding alteration of disk’s alignment. Reboots the computer. When during the first boot Windows hangs up, becomes extremely angered, casting on himself Haste, Greater Globe Of Invulnerability, Greater Reflect Magic, Stoneskin, Ironskin, Total Immunity and then at last casts Improved Fireball on ill-fated device, enjoying a smell of burned rubber and wires. 6. Barbarian Takes installation disk, plays with it, trying to understand, by what side it should be inserted into a drive. Puts a disk into a drive by the first found side. After that emits a heart-breaking war cry in order to start installation process. When Windows disk shutters into pieces from such vibrations, becomes extremely enraged and, having entered a berserker condition, smashes accursed device (and what is remained from a disk as well) into a thousand and one pieces. 7. Ranger Shoots an arrow and opens a drive, having hit Eject button. Puts installation Windows disk on a second arrow and fires it in a drive. When a disk, having fallen from an arrow just in time just into a drive, starts installation process. While installation process goes on, summons Black Bear and discusses with him the delights of the wood hunting, which have allowed him to find an aforementioned disk in a belly of some unlucky wood troll together with even less lucky thief – the initial owner of the disk, - swallowed by the troll. When the installation processes comes to its end and during the first boot Windows hangs up, sets his Black Bear on a chassis, while making a pillow for needles from a monitor himself. 8. Bard Before inserting a disk in a drive, takes it out for everyone to behold and starts singing a ballade of far kingdoms and treasures of Goddess-destiny, who have helped him to once find such a wonderful and admirable artifact. When somewhat about twenty gawks and gapers gather around him, sings not less heart-touching ballade of the terrifying black dragon, nicknamed Microsoft, whom he along with his comrades-in-arms have finally defeated in a bloody and just battle, and in whose lair such artifact has been found. When somewhat about fifty gawks and gapers gather around him, at last dares to insert this disk in a drive. When a message popups : “Unregistered Windows copy. To register, go to : www.microsoft.com” , makes a sad gesture and sings even more heart-touching ballade of a deceit, lie and insidiousness, reigning in the lands of Faerun. 9. Monk Puts installation disk on the unremarkable stone shrine, and makes a holy circular detour. After that sits down in a pose of a lotus and begins his meditation. After ten-hour meditation comes to his senses, softly puts a disk in a drive and launches installation process. Dives into meditation again, while the installation process goes on. After fifteen-hour meditation comes to his senses and sees, that the system cannot continue the installation process because of a necessity to press Any Key for process’s continuation. Presses Any Key, and once again plunges himself into meditation. After three-hour meditation returns to this world once again, and sees, that system has hung up. Having overcome an internal impulse of anger of his essence, starts installation anew, and sits down to meditate. After fifteen-hours meditation sees, that the system asks him to press Any Key once again. Again presses Any Key and plunges himself into meditation. After three-hour meditation comes back to this world once more only to observe that the system has hung yet again. Repeatedly having overcome an internal impulse of anger of his essence, starts all process (including meditation) anew. After twentyfold repetition of a situation as last enrages and demonstrates finesse of kickboxing to a computer. Becomes satisfied only when there is not even a smallest object, which have a dent from his fists, left, - and then sits down to meditate once again, as always. 29.10.2010 How RPG heroes will brawl in a tavern 1. Fighter Constantly holds an impressive bastard sword in his hands before the eyes of his listeners, sometimes swinging it clockwise in hands for the sake of impression. When some listener tries to object him, moves his sword closer to that impudent one and put it on his shoulder, unambiguously looking in his eyes. After that the objecting one immediately loses all desires to object. 2. Thief While everyone argue with each other, has enough time to empty pockets of ten gapers, to steal pair of mugs of ale from local barman and to expropriate a necklace from a neck of his daughter, - and then hides in shadows and waits until everyone becomes bothered enough to be still engaged in this phrase-mongering. After dispute comes to an end and loss is being detected and the alarm starts to reign in the tavern, thief has enough time to cut even more purses of the traders, who have so inopportunely appeared here, and even to relief pockets of one of guards, who has come to pacify commoners, from his recent pay. After that he safely slips away from a tavern into darkness of night and disappears in it without the court.  3. Priest When he is displeased with something or huffs seriously, he calls the debater as “daemon” and casts Exorcism on him. The spell, as a rule of the thumb, does not make any actual effect, but, nevertheless, is accompanied by such grandiose illuminations, that inspired public immediately falls on knees altogether and start singing prayers to the priest. And the priest, well, starts singing them to his deity. 4. Paladin Having noticed a crowd of drunk gapers in a tavern, organizes a discussion along with brainwashing, concerning just and pure life. Then preaches a sermon to the local barman, his daughter and even the tavern itself. After all local tavern brotherhood, not really impressed with such talks, approaches him in a crowd, he removes his sparkling sword Holy Avenger + 5 from sheath, and after that all commoners get stricken with temporarily blindness (basically because of the sight of jewels, inlaying the sword) and immediately become paladin’s best friends. Being proud of such transformation of dark human soul and bearing his head highly, he leaves a tavern to amaze new evils in any form possible. 5. Mage After some local mortal idler dares to name him as “maggie puppy” and another local mortal fool doubts his great magic abilities, casts Demon Gate and summons a Balor King from the Abyss. After Balor devours all tavern of local mortal brotherhood and is banished back to the Underworld, the devastated tavern appears to be totally in no condition to dispute with local conjurer. 6. Barbarian The time someone starts to argue in style “to be or not to be”, from misunderstanding of these foolish high substances he becomes enraged, and, having entered a berserker condition, emits such roar that all local inhabitants immediately become deaf. After that they have only to silently observe, how mad barbarian crashes into pieces all local tavern furniture, like in a mute cinema. 7. Ranger Bashes into a tavern along with his Ancient Brown Bear and then, having set up on a table, orders drink (for himself) and meal (for his forest friend). While everyone amazingly whispers with each other and cautiously look at the bear, who has taken a sit near a table as well, devastates ordered glass of drink and inquires, where is it possible to hunt nearby.  Calms down the rest of local rascals, who have not fallen unconscious already, having specified, that he hunts exclusively in woods. Having learnt approximate coordinates and interrupted further specifications with words “I’ll find it myself !”, leaves a tavern. Notices, that the bear has grown too fat from the recent meal, and thus cannot pass through doors, - and then takes out arrow from a quiver and ends his tortures. Then summons a new bear (this time from the outer side of a tavern) – and finally goes on wood hunting. 8. Bard Becomes the best story-teller in all local districts, so all tavern patrons of ten more nearby villages come to listen to him. Indefatigably composes new and new ballads and songs until he dies from old age. After that yet another bard comes on his funeral and starts to compose new ballads and songs about this singer, who have decided to rest in peace so untimely. 9. Monk Silently enters a tavern, silently sits down on a floor and silently dives into Nirvana. After that all attempts of local gapers to help him come to his senses end up with no result visible, and so they finally decide to leave him alone. Having returned back into this world several days after, he finds out that some dancing is being performed around him, and then leaves this world once again. Having returned to it some months after, finds out that instead of local tavern only its burns ashes are around him and he sits almost on open air. Makes a mind note to himself, that this is a very quiet place and it would be necessary to return to it afterwards, and decides to return back to his monastery for now. 21.10.2010