The enigmatic abductor. Chapter 9 (the last).

                                 Chapter 9. 
       Soon Inga reached the footpath, almost overgrown, and moved along it to the northeast. She waited for a bus near one hour. The bus was full of people and she was traveling standing. In Zagorsk on the square of the railway station the both of kind of two idiots showed on her with a finger, smiling  gloatingly. Inga remembered that now she is in the rear of the enemy and she had begun to multiply in the mind three-digit numbers. This helped to keep herself imperturbable and to restrain the manifestation her own aura which was not peculiar to the rest of the people now.
       While she waited for electric train, a few times she was asked, how much time now or how to get to some point, but in fact they wanted to examine her better. In the electric train, then in the metro she sat, overcoming the pain because of the yesterday. The parents waited for her from day to day. They were calmed already. Inga knew it. Her abductor, but now a lover, he had cared for this yet a few years ago, having captured some of her school notebooks, that was not so difficult for his purposeful nature. He spoiled a lot of paper, before he perfected till automatism the first consolatory letter to Inga's parents, learning to forge her handwriting so skilfully, only a professional expert would be capable to detect the falsification. The content of the letter was that she has become an adult now, she may have her own private life and the other day she is going to slip away from the village insensibly in an unknown direction, also she distrusts her friend Tania, so Tania will know nothing too.
       Ascertaining, that the abduction of the girl is well prepared, calculating, that during a several days whatever disruption of the operation is not probable in a practical manner, he sent this letter written by his hand as if from Inga, from Konakovo. He knew, letters go very long from a province of another region, it's possible more than a week, and the stamp of Konakovo on the envelope will confuse traces of the disappeared girl.
       The following letters were written by the daughter's hand in fact. She had written them willingly and would do it without any fear of the punishment. In the case of disappearance and in the absence of news from the daughter who has disappeared, the parents in their fancy could imagine well more terrible pictures, than the events taking place in fact. Their troubles would be in vain. It would be impossible to find her, perhaps, if even the security of the Politburo would depend upon this. And if they cannot help, though let them be calm.
       He traveled to Moscow for groceries, at the same time sending her letters, and to hasten the returning, that the girl would have no time to run away, he spent a lot of money on a taxi and shopping, commensurate with the average wage. Always he returned in time, before his captive girl, being dosed with sedatives, would come to her senses entirely. In the last letter the prodigal daughter promised to return during these days, without saying in what a day. On the third letter nevertheless the parents decided just in case to report the police, presenting these three letters from daughter. Already they were calmed.
       An investigator Puzyrkov was corpulent, with a double chin. Now he was loaded with two housebreaking thefts, then it was added else an unsolved murder a local bully who was a cad and a drunkard; the murder was committed by a man clearly not from this district, this case, it was so hard to get rid of which, and finally this case was loaded on a colleague - because of all this, he was ready to lose his temper and scold the visitors with unprintable words, also among his colleagues he passed for a cynical, hard-mounted man who is a fond of the scabrous anecdotes. If someone unknown divined, on the basis what difficult to explain, about his profession, in the same time asking directly: "Don't you work in the organs?", then Puzyrkov turned this into a joke, answering: "Those organs, I work, are female ones. However, seeing a well-dressed couple was, both were about fifty years old and conformed the soviet standards of the Brezhnev's epoch, he decided to restrain himself and to grasp the essence of the matter. He was not stupid so much to express his discontent to these visitors, especially in his usual form.
       The information they brought, gladdened him, because it imposed on him no duty. It was clear not enough reasons to institute criminal proceedings for any article. Even it was better. Zatsepin, a friend from KGB, whose room was at the end of the corridor, who gave him clever advices often, thanks to them his clients, that is the criminals, were caught better a little. Therefor, as it becomes, one must spare reciprocal signs of attention, delivering an information, which one day would be found a useful one. The main thing is to pretend as one seeks. He knew, now the KGB is perplexed by searching some elusive scribbler who replenishes the Samizdat, in addition he distributes leaflets with instructions of the disobedience the soviet power and of the struggle against it. Once Zatsepin told him, that wanted scribbler, he has an inclination to abduct wenches. Long ago, near ten years, he was exposed in a preparation of abducting a lover girl in the district Kuntsevo, when her parents were so tired of him, that he was put in a prison for a short while. Then it was impossible to prove the fact of the criminal preparation and the detection of intent, as it's known, is non-punishable. The article 206 (hooliganism) is a magic wand, if one wants to rid of someone, but nothing to complain about.
       'What if this is he? Don't be too sure. More probable this isn't he and no abducting but one mustn't let the chance slip, one time more to show for Zatsepin as I would do something for him. If that, he will be glad and will hope: perhaps soon he will catch this scribbler, and the Chiefs will put a fucking star once more on his epaulets" - Puzyrkov calculated in his mind.
      -Of course, I understand you, - he said out loud, - it is unpleasant for you, but don't worry. You see the modern youth, what it is. This is nothing compared the others. The living experience will make her cleverer eventually. Here is nothing terrible. We had a lot such cases, they disappeared from home, sent no letters, as the yours did, then they reappeared after quarrel with their lovers as a rule. They were decent too, from good families too. But still your daughter, she doesn't forget you, she sends the letters. By the way, just in case you might not have to leave these letters with us?
      -Of course, take them, if it's necessary.
      -I'll return you them after. I would like to make a request else, bring something is written by her hand, please, old school notebooks maybe.
      -With pleasure, we are going to bring them right today, something was preserved...
      -Don't worry you. Never and nowhere she has been seen in something bad thing. But if these letters contain a demand of money, such a situation would be dangerous in fact.
      -God forbid! But you see, she doesn't ask money, only reassures, and a "private life", you see, is in the way of things.
      -So what are you worried about? After spending a good time in summer, she will go back, it's possible, she will become smarter. If she sends the letters again, bring them us please. Oh no! She's all right. Simply, even though the law we can do nothing with this type, however one must summon him to talk, let the next time he doesn't hide and doesn't disturb the people. For sure, though one time he had a chance to come to your home to appear in your presence.
       The parents brought her old school notebooks at the same day. Not in service, but in friendship he asked another friend who was an expert including the handwriting, to verify, whose hand had written the letters. For the expert this was easy to do, but... he had to verify a few times, isn't an error there. It turned out, there was something fishy. The two last letters and the school notebooks were written by the same hand in fact, but the first letter was a skillful made forgery.
        At first Zatsepin was gripped by the hunting excitement, but after considering all this, he understood, it profits him nothing till the disappeared girl would return back.
      -As soon as she gets back, summon her to your place and I will talk with her, - Zatsepin asked Puzyrkov.
       Finally, when it was clear the autumn came, in the heat of the Indian summer, two his supergrasses who were already retired, constantly sitting on the bench near the entrance, they reported that the same Inga, as if she was disappeared, reappeared towards evening, being dressed in shabby sports clothes and a shabby sneakers, carrying two bags with mushrooms and nuts.
      The large city impressed with Inga a repulsive feeling not right away. It was some no novelty. During several months she was tired of the forest already, but she will be bored because of the city in several days. But now she looked with interest at the wide streets, thundering with their cars yet not grown hateful for the time being and the smooth asphalt, what it was so easy to step on, it rendered her the feeling of the lightness and of the insouciance. The parents met her in a friendly way, as equals. In answer she talked a lot of nonsense to them in a friendly way too, as if she lived in a lover's dacha, situated in a district of Konakovo and this lover told about himself not much, because he works in organs, then she was tired of him and they quarreled, he said in the end, if she or someone attempts to compromise him, it will be troubles. Finally nevertheless they were parted with each other, as noble persons for a farewell cup of tea, he gave her for the journey mushrooms and nuts, and she put off.
       With compassion and understanding Inga looked at the parents, for she surpassed them in the development of a long way forward now. These home people who were older than her thirty years, unfortunately they would can teach her nothing. If she tries to share with them with her new knowledge, they would close their ears, even if they started to listen and to dispute, all the same they would understand nothing. It hurt to sit at the table, however she didn't show it, and this excited her in an original manner,  But there an anger with the state was added, the state which transformed her close persons into zombi with soviet mentality, and a few months ago she was the same and she had a chance to remain the same for all her life,  all her friends remain the same and now it will be not interesting to communicate with them. But the only man, with whom she a lot to talk about, with whom may talk with an openness, overstepping all the limits, all day, now in a train he was moving away to the northwest.
       The next day she spent at home, resting, getting accustomed to the former situation. Finally the day passed, the evening came. She sat a little in front of the TV, which she will soon get bored with, however the next morning a summons from the police was gotten.
      -Go, my daughter, so it's not nice to hide. Puzyrkov is a good man, he sympathizes with us. He is interested in your friend, but it looks like a raven crow eye does not eat dog.
       The mother advised her to dress better. Inga obeyed but without someone's knowledge she elected to dress herself without any underwear. She went out into the street. For some reason she remembered, her lover, paraphrasing the Gospel, whether in jest or earnest he said her a few days before the separation:
      -You will not see me for a long time, but soon you will see me.
And she had seen him. He looked at her from a stand under an inscription: "They are wanted by the police":

                      "Wanted a dangerous felon
                       Sedyh Vitaly Adamovich
                       Birth 1940  ...
                       The police will be grateful ..."

       Inga scanned the text till the end. There was no word on whether, what the "felon", who devoted so much effort, had done.
       It was her "a human from planet Earth" with Siberian surname, with Russian name of Latin origin and with Polish patronymic, so old by the calendar and so young in life, in every sense.
       Being thrilled, but without showing any emotion on the surface, Inga came into the local police station and greeted politely with a man on duty.
                                                   
                                      Epilogue.

       From Puzyrkov she was led right away into the room of Zatsepin. She had a little time to see on the door a part of the inscription: "... of the State Security".
       Making a decent impression upon the colleagues in the Puzyrkov's room, in the Zatsepin's room Inga made eyes at him, naming him a "knight of cloak and dagger". He was trying to speak with her as strictly as possible, showed her a picture of her forest lover, naming him in the same time a "traitor of Motherland" but she succeeded to show no emotion and she declared that she was unaware of this man and told else as if her lover, he works in the police too, occupying far not a last place there.
      -And don't make a face. You will not succeed to influence upon me. I know nothing and I'm sure you are not going to fuck me with a red-hot soldering iron in my ass, to put out my eyes or to set the needles under my nails!
      -But I'm going just to spank you. Here I'll lift your skirt and spank you with a belt. - You'll sing other songs then!
      -But someone has passed ahead of you already, - saying this and smiling, Inga stood up, turned back and lifted her dress, which was nothing under. The traces of the recent cruel flogging provoked no doubts. -You may well contribute your mite too. Even I'll not scream, taking care of your reputation... Let's lock up the door?
      -Sit down, silly wench!
       Right away he had understood, that no parents did this. He saw them, this is not their doing. Then... all is clear. She is a masochist and her lover is a sadist. Zatsepin worked in the institution where such things were well understood. However in the file of his client it was not anything like this. Even if it's he, then his capability to play a double game does him credit. But... good bitch!.. The conversation between them was changed in another subject is distracted, that is in the everyday things, because a further confrontation could breathe upon him really. She was not at all some pilferer who would be caught in the Kazansky railway station but a girl is awful courageous and in the same time sly, circumspect and restrained if one have to keep herself so, a girl who has succeeded to show herself well already before the subcontractors, that is the policemen.
       It was profitable for the both, to draw together to warm out each other some information about the same man. As for her - to find out what he has done and what is threatening at him. As for him - to ascertain whether her lover is the same wanted client or just an outside kinky who loves to flog wenches and has no relation with the political nonconformity. The conversation was over the fact, that Zatsepin left her his number, then they met and became lovers for a while.
       Even two times he had belted Inga properly by her request, a few times they visited a restaurant. For Inga it was deeply disgusted his soviet circle, these persons were busy and tiresome, who looked askance arrogantly at her, who made their career, using the suffering of others, whom in any average country nobody would consider them as criminals. It was noticeable they didn't approve his choice, understanding at the same time this is needed for their business. Zatsepin succeeded to understand from all this, that no matter whether her cruel lover is the same who is wanted, it is very likely she herself doesn't know where he is now. She succeeded to learn, he is wanted only political reasons and KGB wants to jail him for a very long time and as far as possible to add to him the article 64: "The treason Motherland". As for criminal aspect, she was the only who knew about the "gravest" his crimes, that was teaching her Yoga and karate what was forbidden by the Criminal Code of the Russian Federation. As regards the abducting, now she herself didn't want to part with him. Long ago he had wounded someone with knife in fact, but that was rather a heroic act, than a crime. She had very little to do with Zatsepin, except the sex. Now she had to think, in what way to get rid of him.
       There was a former schoolgirl, Inga's friend Milka, who was considered not quite justly a first beauty in their class. One day Inga had presented Zatsepin to her, as he is the same lover, with whom all the summer she vanished in a dacha in the district of Konakovo. That girl felt a jealously till the heartburn, and Inga, even pretending to be jealous a little, but not too much, gave a chance to Milka, let she would win over this "happiness" gradually. Zatsepin already was tired of the life of a bachelor, he was thirty five years old, he made the proposal to Milka, and in February of the 1986 they had married. His circle liked Milka more.
       In the 1991 after the putsch, the section of the KGB, where Zatsepin served, was disbanded, and he found himself out of work. Attempting to repair an omission, he started to go back and forth to trade in Turkey, and near two years later, quarreling with mafia from something, he was killed in a skirmish. Milka ruined herself by drinking, sank till the area of the three railway stations, dissolving herself in the circle of the local tramps and whores.
       In the same 1991 Inga had acquainted in Moscow with a citizen of Argentina of the middle class, went to his country, and they made a formal marriage. Don't worry, dear reader, I have a surprise for you. Antonio Pereira and SedYh Vitaly are the same person. There they created a not great community, so a little known, which was continuing the cause of Osho Rajneesh, who left this world recently, but the community became with his own specific bias.
       What one may say about the relations inside the group? The people are enough reserved and it is difficult to guess about the sexual side of their life, however in the climate relatively warm all of them are dressed lightly and from time to time one can see on many members of the community the traces either from a switch or from a lash on the bare parts of the body. All of them seem content and happy. No serious conflicts within the group can be known. There aren't the Slavs, excepting Inga and Vitaly, whose name is Antonio now, generally among them there are immigrants from Europe and USA. Our main characters, speaking each other, increasingly use the English or the Spanish. The community is not distinguished by some eminent wealth, however, it's obvious that they have enough to live quite well.
       Almost every year our heroes come to Russia. The friends from the community accompany them. They take backpacks and go camping. As a rule, their route begins near that village, which is located not far from Rogachevo, and ends at the same place where the soul, who was doomed for the miserable existence in boredom and ignorance till the end of life, but now she has gained the freedom, the knowledge and the way to perfection.
       It's noticed, when our heroes with their brothers and sisters in spirit are in Russia, in the triangle Moscow-Taldom-Alexandrov it rains never. Maybe, this is only a coincidence...
                                          FIN

 The narrative was written in Russian from 5 to 30 of August 1999.

It is translated from Russian into English by the author.

The original Russian text: https://www.proza.ru/2009/12/20/1217

To the beginning of the narrative: http://la-flagellation.blogspot.ru/2012/09/the-enigmatic-abductor-chapter-1.html

To the beginning of the narrative in French: http://la-flagellation.blogspot.ru/2012/04/lenleveur-enigmatique-chapitre-1_23.html


To the beginning of the narrative in Spanich: http://unasbagatelas.blogspot.ru/2013/05/el-sequestrador-enigmatico.html?zx=8822fb1b04ada922



To the beginning of the narrative in German: http://unasbagatelas.blogspot.ru/2014/07/der-ratselhaft-entfuhrer-kapitel-1.html

To the beginning of the narrative in Finnish: https://imperiumistapahan.blogspot.ru/2016/10/luku-1-arvoituksellinen-naisen-ryostaja.html?zx=9e40873ef9735322


 

      


       
       
                          
                                                   

The enigmatic abductor. Chapter 8.

       The 1985 year was passing. That year the summer occurred warm, dry and not very hot. On the all sides of the life certain turnabouts were laid, about which the most of the people didn't suspect, though thirsted for them. Even in the nature not all was silent. It was clear that it isn't possible to avoid the coming change of climate, scientists disputed only about script how it will be, and above the Antarctica the hole in the ozone layer was showing menacingly.
       That year initiated the end of the most inhuman ideology which hadn't brought into any country the promised happiness and flourishing, but instead them the famine, the war, the blood, the baseness and the betrayal - and all this was based on the substitution of the natural feelings for the religion to forced and formal, that is a cold worship of the false images and idols. It is possible from somewhere from space, but sooner from the others unknown for us dimensions, a mortal virus had invaded into the body of the scarlet beast of totalitarianism, and the beast still was strong, suspected nothing, already he had made marry well in the bloodbath of the twentieth century, the beast who had destroyed several tens percents of population in certain countries, transforming the rest to zombi, who dances to the devil's tune. It ripened a beginning of the end of the most viable and the most hypocritical form of his existence, that is communism, who had withstood the cruelest competition with fascism, who is an occurrence fewer viable, but it was taking the field under the red flag too. Using their flags both these ideologies well corroborated the prophecy of the Saint John's Apocalypse about the scarlet beast.
       The whole of this century, as in a deck of cards, stirred people's fortunes were shuffled. As on the surface of the fantastic ocean Solaris, in the society were formed strange disturbances, mysterious currents, preparing a great wave of the turnabouts. Starting to feel his end, the wounded beast resisted, shattering human lives and gaining temporary victories, but in total, the death could not overcome the life as well as the darkness cannot overcome the light. In total not the death, but the life gained and will gain victory always. Exactly one of such victories well occurred in the thick of this forest, forever snatching from the bony forelegs of the dead society, who didn't know the spring, who didn't know the love, from the society, where even "it was no sex", the priceless human soul was saved. Her mentor understood, this is more important, than to plant a tree, this is more important, than to build a house; even it is more important, than to give birth to a human who is never to become a person, remaining unable to think independently until his death. Like a beautiful jewel, this summer was mounted into the ornament of his biography, which was disturbing and full of the struggle. For that great thing he has helped to be done, he got the reward here and now: Inga had become his lover, capable apprentice, faithful and obedient to him bondwomen. He continued to spank her routinely for any little mistake in any subject he instructed her, but now she has learnt to accept the punishments with pleasure and humbly, without sound, without batting an eyelid. Only persons who know her well, if they see her, they would can guess, noticing a barely perceptible change in color or expression on her face, what a strong pain she is standing.
       The punishments were severe as usual and the girl was rather afraid of them before their beginning, although without giving a sign of that. This and in addition to it her reasoning was free now from the prejudices of the crowd, all these things promoted the strong speeding up of the progress of the teaching her. And he taught her both the oriental martial arts and the medieval Japanese science to slink, that is the Ninjitsu, together with it he trained her the mental working. Thanks to him she has learnt a lot of things from the science of the enjoyments. With some difficulty, but still he managed to give her the opportunity to evaluate the benefits of the Tantric sex, however he has warned her after:
       -If you notice you get some new abilities, never tell to anyone about them, even me or the most intimate friend in their world.
       -Is it for not to lose these abilities? - She looked at the teacher's face and learnt that she'd guessed right. He kept silent long, finally said:
      -You are making progress!
       In fact, Inga was making progress in all the things, including the auto-flagellation. Now she became able to spank herself on the most painful spots and her left hand as well as the right one worked smoothly till twenty strokes. Being striped by welts, but happy, she flickered in the forest, a faithful bondwoman towards him and at the same time a majestic queen toward all the rest of the world. Sometimes, when the mentor, looking at her, realized completely, what she was and what she became, the tears of joy came to his eyes. What he has made from her? What he has made from her? Now she was either an amazon or a woman-spy, and it is probable she would be able to compete with the famous Mata Hari. She has become such, she can penetrate there, where penetrate, it seemed, not possible, will do a trick, to do it, it seemed, inconceivable; and will disappear as well quietly, leaving an enemy in full ignorance or inspire in him a superstitious terror, this is according to mission.
      -By chance, don't you prepare me for a bank robbery?
      -An utmost thing I've thieved during all my life, this is two kilos of sausage in a grocery store. I wasn't hungry, I had money too. Just I was angry with these insolent sellers who organized a swinish line to stand two hours, which it may go without, and I suspect, it was with a malicious intent. So these fools of the Brezhnev's time liked to demonstrate their pretended superiority. But I needed only to have relaxed psychologically. Looking to the future, anything may happen, but in any case I don't want to let down you. The fact is I'd helped you to become free and happy, and your freedom must be defended surely. Do you remember, you were afraid to go alone against all. Now there is no fear for you, because you know how to do it. Take a hasty decision never. Remember: everyone may make a mistake. Here, being together with you, I've made one mistake.
      -Yeah. While singing, you imitated Vysotsky.
      -Genius, you've guessed right! And mind you: one must never imitate anyone, only in cases of the absolute necessity, then seek however, that such a situation would not be going on long. And hadn't I made mistakes more?
      -No.
      -But yet all month long you possess such abilities, that's not always a wild boar can sense you, not to mention me. You could run away from me, and if I catch you, now it is a question who would win.
      -You knew, it is the two long months I love you. It's more likely a sheep dog would run away from his owner.
      -And now memorize: you will return never into that world you lived before. - This time Inga hasn't guessed:
      -Is it the nights become longer, the leaves turn yellow and the birds fly south?
      -No. You will return in Moscow but will not recognize it. Now it is an absolutely different city, absolutely different people.
      -But you listen the radio. You same told, if the changes are going to be, then in five years, not earlier, - Inga hasn't guessed again.
      -This is not Moscow is changed, but you are.
      -Then what about you?
      -I mustn't go there. And I don't leave for the south. If I don't do it now, then it may be such a chance will be never. Pray for me. It will be more difficult than to abduct wenches.
      -So, you leave for Karelia.
       It was his turn now to open his mouth from astonishment. He kept calm, but to see into his soul, there was an effect like a bomb has exploded.
      -I trust in you. Such a man as you are, will succeed. But just in case, keep in mind: abroad neither me, nor my relatives there we have no one. If you send me an invitation when you will get into the way of living there, under whatever name it would be, I will know it's from you and will come to you. Soon it will not be forbidden to go abroad, will it?
       He didn't answer long, because he couldn't recover right away: now she could read his thoughts. Finally he confirmed:
      -Everything goes to it.
      -And when we leave this place?
      -Tomorrow morning.
      -So this ends?
      -Do you remember, I taught you: all is changing, and there is no escape from this. Wherever you go, whatever you create, all will change.
       Suddenly Inga fell to her knees and began to sob, embracing his legs:
      -I don't want, I don't want to leave you! Never more, it will nevermore happen to meet such someone as you are, this is a rarity, such a thing not repeats!
      -Inga, pull yourself together! You are showing weakness. A clever enemy would miss never to profit by such a moment.
      -Here is no one, but only we are.
      -However take it into account for the future. And now say to yourself: "first of all I'm a ninja", this encourages very much.
      -But I'm not a ninja and wasn't born in Japan. And I train myself not from birth, but from twenty years old. Although I succeed, but it's not the same thing like a ninja.
      -In some ways not that, but in others ways more than a ninja. They were only blind executors, they had a duty, they served for someone, but you are free from all. You are a strong independent personality. Together with me you are only at the learning, but a battle is your deal, and you will lead it on your own initiative. This is yourself who will weigh and determine all. I'm your mentor, teacher, but not a commander in the war.
       Inga started to calm down little.
      -I well don't want to leave you too. Stand up, - he began to embrace and to caress her. - But understand. If tomorrow we part with you, there is a lot of chances in a few years to see each other again and in safer conditions. On the Karelian-Finnish border I know all the ins and outs already. But if we continue it, maybe we will meet never. Here the ground is burning under my feet. You will recognize this... in Moscow.
      -It is long you didn't thrash me cruelly, as for that escape or as when I had given myself to you in the first time. Tie me, arrange me a cruel thrashing at parting, otherwise tomorrow it will be no time. Let during three days it will hurt me to sit, though these days I will recollect clearer both you and including all this, - and she drew a circle, moving her hand in the air.
      -My dear forest girl friend. I love you and am going to comply with a request. Take the ropes, let's go.
       Finally she smiled.
      -Do you know? I'm not scared at all now., - She made playful eyes at him, it seemed, as shooting with them, and sang a phrase which became her favorite in such cases:
      -Oh, what is waiting for me I'll get now!
      -You are a nice wench! And such as you are now, I love you more, even I would not like to flog you. However, though our love is cruel but beautiful, because the love is beautiful in all its varieties. Then let's observe its rules.
      -What position in should I be?
      -In parting, one time choose yourself.
       Inga hesitated. At first, as usual, she thought to go down on all fours, but, remembering her fantasy about a corporal punishment in a town square, on the place of execution, a whip in hangman's hand, who is dressed in the red hood with holes for eyes, covering his face, finally she has decided:
      -Let, standing tied to a tree, as then. To this tree, - she indicated with her hand a century-old spruce.              -Let as you want.
       Inga gave him the ropes and he started to tie her.
      -Surely, I'm trying in vain. Now you became as with iron will.
      -But to be tied is more interesting.
      -Let as you want.
       The preparation was over. Already Inga has disposed herself to the ordeal, pursed her lips, staring at the ground. Here the procedure has begun already, but the girl stood as being with iron will in fact. By Spartan she stood the pain the most of people would perceive as unbearable one. First bright welts with small drops of blood on their ends, against a background which the former ones have faded, have adorned her suggestive roundness already, but her face not changed, only reddened a little, while the number of the traces of the cruel game increased and increased. It went on for a long. Then, when the buttock was flogged thoroughly, nevertheless something started to change in her face, and it was difficult to explain this by words, more difficult to recognize, but still what was occurring to her. She came, but tried don't show on the surface neither the pain, nor the passion. The whip went on to whistle for a long and she had time to come the two times again. When it was ceased and he came to her to untie, she said in some changed voice:
      -Wait. Now rub with salt, - the intonation was a strange one, he didn't hear from her before.
      -Isn't it too much for you?
      -I said: rub! - The tone was well imperious one. - I can stand all. - last words were said with some fanatic joy. He went aside and returned soon with a handful of the wet salt, at once starting to rub her studiously. A tear rolled from the eyes of this girl who became a courageous one now, and she smiled. It was not possible to recognize, what of thing is more here, the suffering or the bliss.
      -Now I'm going to love you more. And always if I'm sad, I'll remember what has been now. This wild pain will be my consolation for long. And now I want to give you myself, being tied.
       They finished quickly and simultaneously and in the same moment they, it seemed, were carried away into some fairy world. Hereafter this last day will shine in the distant future like a bright searchlight. Each of them will can contend surely, without any doubt, that the happiness EXISTS in the life. Only one must be able to extract it from the bosom of the own self. In this forest they perceived the happiness without looking at it from aside, but experiencing it themselves, examining a great lot of its fanciful sides, experiencing a great lot of its resources, an immense and inexhaustible number.
       And the trees were silent...  But it was not a simple keeping silence. Keeping silence, they told about something, what is untranslatable into human language. Being silent, the trees tell, as someday some unknown person said, about the lost paradise, which Adam and Eve lived in.
       Different churches interpreted, what is the very essence of sin in, in different ways, but they missed the main. Why they, the same who spoke so much about their love of our Lord Jesus Christ, did not make use of His doctrine: to know a tree by its fruits? And what was the first fruit of the Fall, which appeared at once? Such, that Adam and Eve had become confused and had put on the loincloths. Then the public opinion was appeared, saying "Oh, what the people will say?"... "What will be talking the Princess Mary Aleksevna?" They mustn't be ashamed of God, Who had created them as they are, a man and a woman. But they started to be ashamed the public opinion, what they put in the God's place, they started to be ashamed of this world, whose prince is the very satan. And it was not so important, was there the two persons or two thousand. They created their world, called civilized, but it must not take in this world THE CONFORMIST INSTINCT, which saved the primitive men from misfortunes, but here it was appeared like the most vulnerable point for the devil's intrigues.
       But the humanity will return in the lost paradise. All the history was developed according the best scenario of possible, no matter whatever terrible or whatever repulsive certain its moments would seem us. In golden letters the names of the first pioneers who had returned, are inscribed into the history already: Jesus Christ, Gautama Siddhartha, Muhammed, Krishna and in our age of contrasts - Osho Rajneesh. After them others are following already, with a titanic work winning from darkness centimeter by centimeter.
       Peoples lost these gardens of the Eden, because they couldn't appreciate them. The only one who had experienced the jail, he is able to know the price of freedom. The only those who had gone through the darkness and overcame most difficult obstacles to run away from it, only they are able to love the Eternal Light. Here is why this darkness, these sufferings were needed - all this had served for the welfare, that is let the humanity return into the lost world again, but more mature, with new knowledges, which cannot be gotten in theory, but only gain through suffering, using the own personal experience of everyone, overcoming all the obstacles, passing all the way to the end.
       Now our heroes walked along this way both together. The mysterious abductor, by fate, went, being the first one. He picked up roughly a girlfriend, who slept on the dump of the history, had woken her roughly and opened her eyes. Now she is capable to go along the way alone, and she will return to this dump never.
      -How will we take leave? - Inga asked on the morrow.
      -Here is a shallow place in the river. I'll help you to wade. Then we will speak and move back till we'll cease to hear each other. And then every of us will go along his own way. Where you should go, I've drawn, to northeast, but you've better to find the footpath. There are seven kilometres till a stop of the bus. Several times a day there is a bus to the city, which soon will be named Sergiev Posad.
      -And now?
      -Zagorsk.
      -So that's where we had arrived, being tramping from Rogachevo! And where had we crossed the canal?
      -Do you remember, yet in the night I led you, eyes tied, on some asphalt? That was, we crossed the bridge near a village Morozki.
      -And you to Dmitrov?
      -You've guessed. There the slowest train passes to Peter, but I'll pass by the city, going down from the train in the station Mga.
       He packed up the things, gave her two bags, put into the first the nuts and in the second one the mushrooms, which they gathered, then he gave her money for the trip and, taking away the boots, carried her on his shoulders to the eastern bank of the river, then returned to his bank. Suddenly Inga bethought:
      -Wait, don't go. I didn't ask the main thing. How did you learn about me, that I exist in this world?
      -Six years ago I worked on the land-surveying geodetic job. One day a mission to the city Volzhsky is near Volgograd, was canceled. It was a stoppage and our brigade was sent into one-day work in Moscow, into your alley, in Sokol district. While my fellow worker made the drawings, I stood at the corner of your house with lath, suddenly hearing, someone flogged you. What a good kaif I had caught that time! I decided, it was obligatory, though from afar to look at this girl. It wasn't complicated. You were found well proper to my taste... No, it would be little to say... My dream! But then you were very young, in spite of the fact you were taken shape already. "Grow faster, my pretty girl, and I'll abduct you". I was busy, however during these years I had more than enough of the time to plan well and prepare the operation of abducting you.
      -So, an unfortunate day when I was strong spanked, did it turn out as the most happy? Here what a miracle! Wow, how it may be! However, it seemed, you were younger. Did I see you from the window?
      -You didn't make out. I pulled my crocheted hat over my eyes to hide the riffles on my forehead, that time they were already, but my figure was svelte always. Even now, sometimes someone calls me loudly right after: "Hey, kid!" If I turn back, seeing me, they make excuses.
       Standing, Inga was glad. This information instilled a fresh wave into her perception of her own happiness. They started to disperse slowly, moving back and continuing the conversation.
      -But I realize well, WHAT you have done for me. Without you, all my life I would live with closed eyes. How must I thank you?
      -Thank Him, - he raised up his forefinger, - and don't forget to pray for neither you, nor me would be found behind barbed wire. You obliged me nothing. You are free, absolutely free.
      -Is it, even including, to be unfaithful to you?
      -You cannot be unfaithful to me. You cannot be unfaithful to human, fucking with a dog. Those, whom you'll meet, even if their sexual orientation agrees with the yours, all the same there nothing common will be, besides the sex. Then seek open their eyes, but don't forget about pearls and pigs. However those are jealous who are scared to become worse than others. But I don't afraid of this. I know my value.
      -Say though at parting,  what is your name?
      -I'm a human from planet Earth. My surname symbolises the ripeness and, it's possible, the wisdom, though it's nothing to learn from our old people, they are blockheads: thanks to Soviet power. My name is from the word "life" and my patronymic is from the word "human", you'll recognize this in Moscow!
      -What?!
      -In Moscow you will learn! - Already he shouted, long ago ascending onto the high bank of the river.
      -In what way?!
       They moved back gingerly and already ceased to hear each other. Then her lover, gathering all his strength, shouted:
      -Goodbye, Inga! My love!
      -Goodbye, my love! Take care of yourself! I need you!
      -We'll meet! We'll meet certainly! - The echoes had spread through all the forest.

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The enigmatic abductor. Chapter 7.

       The next day was passed as usual, that is to say, with the same morning rites, with learning, with tea and the long conversations near the campfire. At night both were sleeping without interrupting. However on Friday Inga was flogged severely as never before. As two days before that, the girl being possessed by passion for her severe mentor, she provoked intentionally such a hard ordeal for her.
       It happened this way. During the morning ritual whipping with wire, after five strokes she, unlinking her hands intentionally, rushed with the hugging and the declaration of love to her executioner. He embraced with her a little but didn't agree on her pretensions. Already thirty strokes of threatened her instead the fifteen, but it seemed this is not enough for her. When he demanded stop to play and to take the necessary position, in the first time she didn't obey him, but ran away through the forest, laughing. He had to run fairly before he succeeded in catching her. Being caught, suddenly she dealt him a slap in the face, roaring with laughter, started to run away again. Then he twisted her arm, put her hand behind head so high that she gave a squeak from pain. This has sobered her to some extent.
      -What a beastly wench, I'm going to make you to chew the ground now! - her mentor said strictly, but with a smile. From the pain in the hand, she was made all red without laughing more. So he led her, making to bend down her to the extent that her head was lower than the bare bottoms decorated with the recent welts. Leading her to a fallen tree near the tent, he pulled her hair and ears painful, but not with full force, fearing damage.
       -It was the flowers and berries are going to be now!
        Inga was standing in front of him, being all reddened, the tears rolled down along the both cheeks.
       -All the same, I love you. I'm ready to pass the ordeals you've prepared for me. Flog me without sparing.
      -You are saying this now. And what will you sing, when I will flog you?
      -Don't turn your attention to what is said under torture. You've better to listen what I'm saying now and will say after. When in the first time I caught it from you very hot, I appealed to your pity, to your compassion, I was ready to do anything for you, provided to avoid the pain. But now don't spare me. I want your fierce love. I'm going to scream, ask for mercy, but you don't spare, be my executioner, take pleasure in my screams and moans, in my tears. I'll yell, but flog me nevertheless, let it hurt, till it bleeds. I will love you more.
       The girl fell to her knees and started to kiss his hairy legs.
      -Stand up, Inga, - the first time he addressed her by name. She noticed, he is moved and his eyes became moist a little. - But indeed you are my dream. Your love is wonderful! And you became wonderful. You aren't a dead any more! You have awoken! You have awoken out of lifeless sleep, the same sleep, which all your familiars in Moscow are sleeping. My lovely friend, beautiful girlfriend of the forest, even as pretty as all the nature, pretty as the same life, as the love! Are you ready for the ordeal? I'm going to satisfy your request, o my dear sister in spirit. Bring the ropes, I'm going to tie you to the tree. - he pointed to a tree lying on the ground. - I'll take you through the hellish profundities to the paradisaic heights! - her executioner becoming desirable now, so enthusiastically he just completed his tirade.
       Inga has brought the ropes and reached out them to him.
      -Lie down you, my reckless girl.
       Inga lay down, as if she just rushed in a precipice. The fear was confused with delight in her soul. Smiling, looking naughty, she has said as well as sung:
      -Oh, what is waiting for me I'll get now!
      -Wait for a little. Such a kaif is going for you now!
       Long and diligently he tied her. The wire started whistling sharply and without mercy. The girl moaned a little and complained already.
      -Here is fifteen. It should be the end, but just we are beginning now.
       During the fiftieth stroke of the whip, already she screamed out lamentations as well as at that time, in childhood, under the mother's jump rope. The screams swelled all the way. Then she felt her bottom, just this spot was flogged, it seemed, became stiff, and now the pain is not so strong. Already on the grass sparkled a few little drops of blood. Screaming out "ouch" and weeping lamentably, Inga felt a pleasant warm wave spreading inside herself. It was the most suitable a short word for this feeling, that is "kaif". She came. Then again it hurt unbearably. The screams swelled again and the kaif took place once more. She came at the second time. Then it was a few whizzes and slaps tormenting her body.
      -Now you are flogged as a nanny goat really. Are you content?
      -Yeah, - Inga tried to smile but she all was trembling. - How many strokes have you thrashed me?
      -One hundred and fifty, but still it isn't the end.
      -But I'll not be able to move!
      -Was it said I was going to spank you else?
      -Then what are you going to do? Is it to cauterize me?
      -No, naughty wench, to salt you. - He smiled.
       Suddenly she has got a sense of his words. She was frightened and for good reason. Her executioner drew a handful of the salt, wet it with water from the flask, then he started to spread it on the flogged points, without efforts but studiously.
      -Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch. what are you doing?! S-s-s, - she exerted herself to stand, reddening, finally broke down and began to sob. He began to liberate her from the ropes.
      -May I go to the river? - Asked the girl through tears.
      -You may.
       Inga came to the bank, came down to the water long, went into the water. It was hurt to touch the buttocks. Then she stood in the water near for five minutes. Already the flow should wash off the salt. She began to hobble back, forgetting along the way, sat down on a stump and at once jumped up with a yelp. Her executioner applied an ointment to the welts gingerly, getting it from the first-aid kit. This time Inga was whipped according to all the classic rules: it hurts to touch,  to blood and including the processing with salt. It was scary to look at her bum. It swelled up, solid purple-bluish spots bled in some areas.
      -Put on your training trousers, not the swimsuit, it may pierce.
        Inga asked, smiling:
      -Today am I flogged like that nanny goat, am not I?
      -Really, my dear naughty goat.
      -Is this the last test?
      -There's still one. But you have to rest a few days, let it heal. When it will heal, you will be more beautiful. The already your bum is attractive, prominent. If in childhood you were flogged more often, you generally would be a beauty queen. But don't worry,  all the same I love you.
      -To thrash me in the next time, will you onto the same point again?
      -No. Lots and evenly thorough the body, except the face and breasts.
      -You've right, one must test all. And what if I misbehave before it will heal?
       In answer he spanked her sonorously with palm one time on the point is sore now.
      -Ou-uch! - loudly and slowly the girl uttered a scream, throwing her head back. - M-m-m, oh how it hurts! S-s-s.
      -Well, do you want to misbehave?
      -No, no.
       He spanked her with palm at the second time also sonorously. The girl yelled, bent over, crouched down, blushing.
      -And now would you like, I'll whip you with wire?
      -Do not! I'm afraid!
      -Will you be as meek, wench?
      -Yes, I will be as meek.
      -Tomorrow you got me on the bum really don't spank, please.
      -If you behave well, I'll spank you on other points.
       Inga realized that she must do without any mischief, at least a few days.
      -Now you may take a rest. For today we cut the study.
        This day, he still had several times during the conversation, joking, slapped her, what provoked every time her protester and suffering screams. She at all couldn't sit. However this and next day every reminder, how strong she is flogged, brought her a feeling of a bliss. She agreed internally that she is able to be happy really only together with this mysterious stranger who combined in himself, it seemed, incompatible characters: a rude guy, dressed almost in a bast, a refined inquisitor, a philosopher and a poet.
       The next week Inga had asked for the "torments for the love" once more, after this all her body was thrashed evenly, even the arms. It was no the orgasm, because only different fresh untouched places got it, so nothing lignified, nothing lost the perceptibility. The pain was stabbing, it was enough of screams, tears and lamentations. As he promised, only the face and breasts remained untouched. It was one hundred and fifty strokes too, however nothing hurt after this.
       As soon as she was untied, her passion, being inflamed by the cruel game "jump-screech" as he said, reached its apogee. Her partner in this game was excited not fewer. Inga was sure that he will keep his word; she wasn't mistaken.
       Being untied, just she struck a pose of a thirsting female, in which she desired to give herself to him. This time she had not to entreat him. He has entered into her smoothly and deeply. Inga bawled from pleasure in time with his pushes. It seemed to her that all the earth and the forest stagger with them together. Everything has changed around. Any detail in the milieu surrounding them, signifying nothing, now it got a great meaning, the meaning of the triumph of the Life and the Love. Any trifle: either let it is a drooping leaf of maple, catching the eye by chance, or some forest sound or even a smell, in the distant future, being drawn from stock of memory, suddenly this "trifle" will begin to shine a bright light, illuminating and decorating the gray humdrum daily routine, and then each of both will be able without any proof, but being sure, without any doubt to answer the question to any skeptic or pessimist who asking about the meaning of life, that the meaning of life is the Love.
       And for this moment every such a trifle was like a note which was blending harmoniously into the great symphony of the festival of the life and the love. Both, being deafened by the  final chords of this symphony, a few minutes they weren't able to recover themselves, standing still in the position which they came.
       After all Inga jumped up, turned face to him. They kissed, crushing lips each other and for a long time could not separate out. In a transport of joy they pinched each other to bruises on their back without feeling this.
      -Let's we rest a little, then continue this, - it was the girl who took the lead, offering.
       He has agreed, and both went into the tent. Being easily dressed, they lay about an hour.
      -Well, pretty girl, what else to do with you together? - He was the first to break the silence.
      -And you are well done! Quickly you have regained the strength as in eighteen. Do you know? I'm so depraved. I'm such a bitch! I have such a shameful desire!
      -Didn't I tell you before, that the sexual desires are sacred things, if they aren't dangerous? I would have whipped you now for you forget the lessons, but just I'm too lazy to do it.
      -I want you would violate my second virginity, - the wench said in a whisper like a conspirator, passionately sparkling with her mischievous eyes. He has well understood, but asked just in case:
      -How to understand it?
      -What are you slow on the uptake! Where do you poke your finger me every morning? So you awakened in me this desire. I know, it hurts, however I don't need get accustomed to this, - she passed to a whisper, and her eyes still glowed passionately. - I want to be planted on the stake. You lie down on back and I will hop on it, being in the horsewoman's pose.
      -Well, today your day has come, my beauty. After going through the suffering you have right to choose. Frankly speaking, I want the same. He took an ointment from the first-aid kit and went out the tent. - Let's do it here, on the grass.
      -Let us, - the girl said in a passionate whisper.
       He applied an ointment to the required object, which was increased to its limit again, and lay down on his back. Inga, trembling, overstepped the lying partner so, that now her feet were on either side of him, and she turned her face to him, took the implement of his passion in her hand and started to stick herself onto it.
      -Ouch! - Biting her lip either from pain or from passion, she started to move hither and thither, initially slowly and carefully, but hastening little by little, and moaned in time, doing this. Before he finished, she had time several times to come, and the last time they finished together, her repeated moans changed into the shouting and exclamations: "So me! do me like this! I'm a bad wench, tear me!.." Hearing from afar but without seeing what is going on, one could think that she is flogged again. On the peak of the voluptuousness she bellowed and growled like a wild beast. Soon both went to the river to wash themselves.
      -Are you seeing now that a three weeks ago you lived in an absolutely different world, that is, in a dead one. And during a few days you have done a grand jump from the grey dead world into the alive and colourful one?
      -And you are asking?
      -So. Do not forget today and never come back there.It is a hell there, a darkness. It is a death there, a cancer, alcoholism.
      -Do you want me to stay together with you in the forest forever?
      -Unfortunately it is not possible and it is not about that. Simply: being physically in their world, stay in your own one. Pretending to be as they are, stay yourself. Don't forget who are you, even for a minute. In respect of them you are like an enemy agent who mustn't discover himself and especially, in no case he mustn't go over to their side. Otherwise you would betray yourself, then it would the worst for you, not for me. Although regarding me you are a slave, a forest wench which I spank and will spank every day, but in respect of them you are a princess and they are plebeians, nonentities who had disregarded the Gifts which were given them from heaven. Never forget either those knowledge or this happiness what you have found here.
      And the sun passed beyond the ravine and was setting, shadowing the long shadows. They talked, kissed and sang songs near the campfire. The night approached, and soon she gave herself to him again.

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The enigmatic abductor. Chapter 6.

       Finally Inga is untied completely. In that particular spot she feels hot. She passes her palm along over the whipped points. There it has become very uneven. She had looked at her palm. There it has left traces of blood a little.
      -Don't you know? You've spanked me till to blood.
      -Nothing awful in this. The body is able to stand a lot. It is rather a nervous load than a physical one. Your heart is healthy, so no danger. If the desire to obey and to submit has not appeared, one may repeat this.
      -No. It is real! Do not.
      -By the way you make progress, my beauty. I remember as you screamed at that time! And after this what you became hysterical! And how nicely you've stood it now! It's a pity I haven't a camera. You've begun to scream only at the end.
      -May I go to the tent, to take a rest?
      -Rest for two hours, then we will prepare the dinner and start our lessons. We have little time, but I would like to teach you many things.
       Lying in the tent, Inga stroked, probed the traces of her today's "adventure." The touches answered by a little pain, but this pain gladdened her.
      "One has punished me. I was a naughty girl, and now I'm so flogged, that it hurts to sit". Inga was happy from these thoughts. And she felt herself happy once more, because a new world opens up before her, the world unknown in former times, but in fact it coexisted with her together all the way.
      -Master. Is it means I'm abnormal, a masochist?
      -What's the matter? Have you forgotten the lesson? You become the best only if you are as you are in fact.
      -I remember it. Just it's difficult to believe.
      -You'll get accustomed.
      "Let so, let so, - Inga thought to herself. - Skin me alive, one day I'll rape you anyway". - With these thoughts she fell asleep for a short while.
       A short sleep restored her forces quickly. Inga felt happy. She has remembered she woke up yesterday morning, how a disappointment with and how vexation with then she felt sorry about awaking. But now she looked at the world very differently, as it was found in fact, this world is larger and more beautiful. Limiting her moving in the space, the mysterious stranger, even his name wasn't known her till present, but he opens before her an immeasurable more liberty, it seems, an enormous happy country, and now she is going to learn it, enjoying, to stroll about its beautiful paradisaical alleys, without a sorry to pay sometimes the pain, the screaming and the tears for this. The game is worth the candle.
       When they built a fire and cooked the dinner, her enigmatic and now desired already abductor spoke to Inga:
      -I have to warn you in advance. When you will return to the city, if you make progress enough on the way to perfection, you will not recognize it. Returning into the world where you were always before, you will understand that it is a prison and you will come to hate it and its inhabitant. Then you will have an inclination for certain eccentric tricks and you will, if one may say so, violate the safety regulations of the war on the society. Then the society will crush you and make you come back into their herd. In my early youth so I lost a few friends. Being inspired by my rebellious spirit, they did different foolish things and ran into troubles: certain of them were sent in mental clinic by their parents, certain others were jailed. Recovering from these not quite little troubles, they said me that now they have "matured", "grown wiser" and would not "play childhood". They started to hate me, thinking that I was a reason of these misfortunes befalling them. They never return to the Way, at least, in this life. Now they are pining, either from the alcohol or from ailments, it is because it came home to some part of their subconsciousness, just WHAT they had lost. I don't want you would have a misfortune like this.
       For this reason, I would like make you ready. All the lessons we conduct, this is not my whim. You'll have to return to the society which you no longer belong to. You will be there, like an intelligence agent in the enemy's rear. You'll have to be an actor, that is to play a part, which is alien to you. It's not difficult, but it's more difficult to remember that it's only a role. Your mask must not become your face. So, firstly you've better to avoid finding yourself in the society for a long time, even among your friends. Either they will catch sight of something, or you'll begin to slide to the former level. There is no turning back. You've got the knowledge, it's with you, it is impossible to return your former ignorance, but there it is possible a stop on the way and such a stop renders a human unhappy, what leads to illnesses and to the fatal chances.
       You have to learn to read people's thoughts who is around you. This is not so difficult as it seems at the first sight. Some people with a large life experience can profit by this. In addition, the mystical ability to read thoughts, it may be developed by the meditation
       You've better to become crymophylactic. You live in the cold country and in the event you go underground; it is preferable to hide yourself in the open country, even in winter. Every person has great capacity for cold resistance, but it's rarely if somebody develops them.
      -What for I would hide myself? I don't commit the robberies and the killings.
      -Maybe you think all those who was shot or rot in jails under Stalin, were robbers and murderers? There were a lot of the average men who blamed those persons who are persecuted by the power but a few months later found themselves in their place. If a thought occurred to somebody, without waiting their fatal day, go to the open country to save themselves, let their fate would be enough a difficult one, however still much better, than this one prisoners' of the gulag. Their lives were ruined because of their own idiocy peculiar to the main bulk of people. If today you get on with this state, but the political situation may be changed during a few weeks, though now it is still changing to the better side. While a totalitarian system is functioning at its full force, only your gait or only your facial expression, if these things weren't liked a drunken neighbor or by his drinking companion from KGB, only this may be the cause of your ruin.
      -Oh, that's it. You've abducted me to save from possible repressions of the totalitarianism? But what about, if you will find me an untalented pupil? If I will come down from the "way"consciously and start to live as all the sane people live?
      -It will be worse only for you. But for my part; I will have fond memories about you always. I would like to combine business with pleasure. Well, the business will fall away, but the pleasure will remain all the same. The Moor has done his work, and then God will decide.
      -Can it really you are a believer?
      -I don't believe. I know God exists. An accidental chemical reaction couldn't engender the life, build the genetic code. The life is created by the Higher Life which has not a cause.
     -Do you visit a church, confess about your sexual kinks?
     -Firstly: the rule to confess exists not in every church. Secondly: the church is visited by crowds, the same crowds who had crucified Christ. All the Gospel text is set against the society, however the society had turned over all the things on their head. First centuries the Christianity was persecuted. Then suddenly it began to suit to all the world. This is no accident. It took centuries to turn the true faith into its antipode. The inquisition is a primordial totalitarianism and there is only one opposite of the totalitarianism: this is the true Christianity.
      -Doesn't the Christianity forbids the sex, especially an unusual one?
      -We are still children, so we play childish games. Though I've more knowledge than you have, however I still haven't become a buddha, that is an enlightened one. When we reach it, these games will no longer interest us. A child can be interested playing tick-tack-toe, but not an adult. Here is the thing. Inside the sex, there is an enormous energy concentrated. In what a case it is more likely a dog would break loose? A stranger who has invaded into its area, he is yet in second place, but in the first place it is another dog. A man, renouncing his inclinations for some benefits in the future, and even all the more, because of the society would not blame him then, of course if his sexual orientation is not destructive one for himself or for others, he is not better, than a miserable and paltry coward who ran away when someone has assaulted his girlfriend. In the last case he has a moral right to kill the aggressors, provided that no other way to make them to refuse the aggression. The society, making a man miserable and paltry, it sets up barriers around the most energetic side of his life, that is the sexual one in the given case, then it can manipulate this man, using him in criminal wars or to suit its other own vicious ends.
      -Aren't you afraid to make mistakes and get into the hell?
      -The paradise and the hell are the states of your soul, not geographic areas. Even if I'm fated to make mistakes, it would better pay for my own sins, not for anyone's. If there are two inevitable evils on the way, one must try to choose one of them. I would rather commit a murder when we go around a city, and suddenly we will be attacked by a herd of idiots, instead to commit it in a doubtful war, which would be triggered off by some high-ranking criminals.
       However I'm repeating: you have to learn a lot of things. To pretend, but staying yourself, to read somebody's thought without uncovering yours own; to be able to hide yourself in the cold, be able to slip so, anyone would not notice and not hear, to know how to neutralize enemies who are strong in every sense, especially to find their weak points. Sometimes enough harmless things can turn out an awful weapon.
       What does the average man, if someone tries to trample on his interests? If he makes an attempt to resist, he acts awkwardly, loses and gives up ignominiously. Here is the main mistake: he tries to put together a counteracting group, to say otherwise, to create a society, but the society, it is a stupid awkward many-headed hydra. It can conquer only with a boss of genius, submitting to him implicitly. But at such cases there are a lot of the squealers and no arrangement. A lonely saboteur who is skilled well, he is able to perform more than a herd of hundred persons.
      -Then why such all-powerful lonely persons aren't used in a war?
       -But where to find them? What will it cost to train them? And the main: what it would happen, if he, after have trained, will turn against those who trained him?
      -And what, if being trained, I will turn against you?
      -Firstly, you've experienced the taste of the real freedom, so, to turn against me, it is the same thing, as you would turn against yourself. Though in our country it is acceptable to play dirty tricks against all, including against self. Even there is a proverb: "Let my cow die, provided this neighbour's one will not calve". However all of this is silly. I'm repeating again: I'll console myself by these nice experiences and impressions that I've got from you. Only useful things will fall away. Then, as in a song it is sung: "I will never forget you, I will never see you once more". Secondly, about that to harm me, before, try to find me. Do you think that I have an intention to stay with you here for ten years?
      -But what if the police will find?
      -Their chances to find me are not much more than yours. If you become a good pupil, their chances will be lower than yours. I'm not disputing. They will find the place of my so-called registration, but there will no answer to the main question: WHERE IS MYSELF? That's so, my pretty! - And playfully, but firmly and loudly he slapped her with his hand on that spot where the whip walked recently. Inga grimaced in pain. - By the way, today I don't advise you to be naughty again, because in that case I will punish you on the bottoms again. It will more hurt, but not harmful and not dangerous, just you will not able to sit during two days. Inga, imagining with horror such a perspective, decided seriously not to tease the strict mentor again.
       This day they studied much, he trained her to move without noise through the woods, indicating her mistakes.
      -You are starting only, - her abductor said, - and for a while, during a few days I will only indicate where you make mistakes, however later on I will punish. Remember that in the real life such a mistake may be like the death.
       Yet he whipped her on the thighs a few times, when she didn't divine his intentions, that was a training to read thoughts. The same day he started to let her into the most applicable in the life part of the mathematics, that is the probability theory. Before the sunset she said frankly to him:
      -I can't help it nothing, I want you. But you've forbidden it me, you say that some continence for a while would be better for us both.
      -It's so in fact. If you don't believe, you may don't believe in it, but you must obey me, and you have better don't oppose me, you will not stand it, all the same.
      -But I will not be able to sleep.
      -Rub yourself with the cream against mosquitoes, as for a night, and sit on the heels, that is into position Vajrasana. Try to be without thinking during three minutes.
       At first Inga knelt, then she moved apart her heels and sat down on them. A few times the abductor whistled with the whip in the air as a warning, talking:
      -I've said, don't think!
       Three minutes passed.
      -Change the position into Virasana.
        Inga moved apart her feet, without moving apart the knees, she sat down on the ground. Already she could do it. Else three minutes passed.
      -And now lie down on your back, the other day you nearly have succeeded to do it. Excellent! At last! And now forget about everything, concentrate on the solar plexus, that is the chakra Manipura.
       Initially it was unpleasant sensations in the legs, but in two minutes they were over. Apart from will, she had to remember that today she is flogged in a big way. He divined three times again, that she forget about concentration, and whistled with the wire in the air menacingly
      -Now stand up and try to sit in the Siddhasana.
       She succeeded. Today it was obviously a successful day, without taking into account the difficult ordeal, which was provoked by the same mischievous girl. Sitting, it hurt a little. In five minutes she had changed her feet in the pose at his command.
      -Now do the deed, put your clothes on, and lie down in the pose of dead to sleep.
       Inga just has done so: lay down, relaxed, imagining as she enters, naked, into a pure lake, which is surrounded by picturesque environs, and all the parts of her body, these are found under the water, weakened and vanish dissolving. Very soon she fell asleep. She dreamed a terrifying height which one could fall from. Standing on this height, she had to throw down enough big stones, but before this obligatory she had to swing them in her hands. It amused her very much. The merriment mixed up with horror because of the possibility to fall from such a narrow brink. Because of these turbulent emotions the further sleeping was impossible, so Inga has awoken.
       Near was nobody. Inga divined that her mentor is sitting near the campfire outside. He was very sensitive to her awakening, yet according their "Code of prisoner", she must, to avoid a severe punishment, report on her awakening. She reported and asked a permission to come out of the tent. He allowed.
       Inimitable colours, inimitable feelings of the expiring night in June, all this was opened in front of her her. The pleasing coolness and the silence of the forest, which still was not woken up, intensified the impression. One would like something more.
      -I never heard as you are singing.
      -I would not succeed in it.
      -To learn to swim, - he was saying slowly and almost in a whisper, - one must enter into the water. To learn to swim, using only a theory, it's impossible. As to sing, it's the same. I'm going to help you. I begin, and you join gradually.
       Oh, not in vain Inga compared him to Vysotsky! "Когда вода всемирного потопа... (In Russian: "When the Deluge's water..."), - has started the mentor, imitating enough skillfully the genius of songs who had gone forever. This singing has brought closer finally Inga to a certain limit of the bliss, which surpassing one may burst into tears of happiness. When the refrain was reached, she, hardly holding back a tear of happiness, started to sing, putting her whole soul, it seems, into this song:
      -Я поля-а влюбленным постелю-у, пусть поют во сне и наяву-у... (In Russian: I'll spread fields for all who is in love, let they sing in their sleep and while awake...)
       She has sung the refrain to the end and didn't recognize her own voice. The pretty, high and at the same time strong girlish voice, which even drowned a little the voice of the partner in the duo which is created spontaneously, this voice has expressed all the feelings: those what were contained in the sense of words and those which can't be expressed by words, those which the genial author felt and those which from the fairy nocturnal landscape have burst into her open soul through a forbidden and formerly locked, but now wide-open door to spite the society, and the feelings have burst into it not as troublemakers, but as her desired friends, her splendid soul so yearned for them, this soul so long languished being locked up. Inga, putting whole her essence into the song, she just couldn't sing out of tune even one note, and with his prompting, because she didn't know all the text, she has sung this excellent song to end.
      -Are you happy? - He knew that the question is superfluous, all was seen without it. The tears of joy rolled down cheeks of the girl.
      -Yes, - Inga answered in a passionate whisper. -However notice. You and I just sang, without doing something else.
      -And now compare: a happiness from self renunciation, a happiness from the pain, a happiness from the voluptuousness, a happiness from an excellent song or from a verse. All this is like pictures: one picture is in one colour, another picture - in another one. And it is foolish to argue what colour is better, though the stupid crowd tries to distinguish the happiness between a clean one and an unclean one. This is not a new thought. This dividing between pure and impure was refuted using the Tantra already five thousand years ago. The New Testament refuted it too. If one wants to cry from the happiness, this is a state of the love. It is not so important, what by this state is provoked. In such minutes we are approaching to the Divinity, becoming happy in fact.
       To begin with to enter into the state of love, we need a certain door. A lot of things can be used as this door: it can be you, it can be a song, it can be this fairy night. We ascribe our happiness to different objects as if all depends for the external circumstance which deliver these objects to us, we prefer the human objects, let they would reciprocate our feelings. So this is our spiritual childhood. When we will become mature spiritually, we will start to feel, and I know this in theory now already, that we can be happy, be in the state of love, approximate to the Divinity as much as possible, and all this without any object, it is enough of self.
       You are happy when you are in the state of love, and it's not important, does reciprocate someone your feelings or doesn't. You are unhappy, when this state is gone, even if this moment you are standing on the stage and fanatic admirers are showering you with flowers. Alexander the Great and Napoleon conquered the world. People were afraid of them, welcomed them, applauded. But they felt themselves as failures. Note this: those who conquered the world, but they felt themselves as failures. However all this because they couldn't be loving. They could only make war.
      "So because if you didn't love, It means you didn't breathed and didn't live", - her mentor has sung the last line of the song expressively and proposed:
      -Let's sing else!
      -Let's! What are we going to sing?
       The mentor started singing an old song, which was executed by Mark Bernes long ago "When you will cease to love". Inga, endeavoring in the same way, sang along with him. After the song was over, he looked fixedly in her face, explaining:
      -These two songs we sang today, they contain answers, maybe not all, but very many questions. Of course, did you hear them before, didn't you?
      -Yes.
      -However did you noticed nothing, didn't you? I see. And Chatsky didn't notice one line in the Gospel and started to throw his pearls to pigs. That's right, my beauty, learn from mistakes. If I have not to punish you for the forgotten lessons of today, do you know, what it will mean? It will mean that the last day you have received the knowledge so much, as many people didn't succeed to receive during all their life. Now you know such things, the most of the people didn't learnt they lived till eighty years old.
      -Maybe, but now it is not up to it, because I want you, - saying this, she embraced her mentor, doing a deep-drawn kiss. He kissed her in return and embraced too.
      -I want you not fewer.
       Inga saw and felt through the clothes that he didn't lie.
     -Moreover, if such a thing takes place in a town, immediately I would profit by your accessibility, that our relations would not be interrupted, but I have a lot of time here.
      -Today you admired me that I took the torments for the love while you had flogged me so, it hurts to sit. I know, you need more of my pain, my torments.
      -I want your state of love would increase to the limit and you give me yourself only in such a state. The more of love is in your soul, the more of pain you can stand. Your readiness for the ordeals in the name of love, it will indicate the sincerity and the force of your feelings. Today, when you agreed without a murmur to receive seventy five strokes, I'd learned, the seeds of your love yielded a powerful and viable fruit. One must only let it ripens.
      -Why don't you show the strength of your love, going through pain too? Here let suffer together, like me.
      -Unfortunately, a thing you take like a torture, I take like a trifle. To receive the same impression as that flogging for your escaping, it should put me to painful death. The forces are unequal. Would you like to attempt? Recently it was a new moon. Before the eighth day of the moon it is useful to cauterize a point on the leg. I don't know, how one must do it according all the rules, sometimes I just cauterize this point with an usual cigarette.
       He took off his trousers and sat down on the trunk of a fallen tree on which they had dinner and talked together often. Then he took a pen, covered his knee with his palm, drew a horizontal line on the leg from the tip of the middle finger, then a vertical line along the prolongation of the little finger. After this he lighted a cigarette, using a thin stick from the campfire and, when the cigarette was starting to smoke, he brought it nearer gradually, then pressed it close to the point of intersection of the lines. Inga smelt scorched a little, but her strange interlocutor even did not move.
      -So what? Let's attempt. Let it will be a test of my love once more.
      -I can't be bothered to tie you now.
      -Let I lie down on the ground, on my back, my hands I put behind my back and couple them. I throw my legs over the log. You sit down on top, above the knees. One your hand keeps my shin, another one cauterizes me.
      -So what? That's a good idea! Put your palm on the knee, - he helped her to put her hand correctly; as well as on his own leg he has drawn on her leg a little cross, marking the necessary point.
      -Lie down, wench.
      -Oh, I'm so afraid! - Inga bewailed, lying down, - myself asked for it.
        She continued to repeat something in a whisper, while he sat down on her legs, lighting up the cigarette. Suddenly her loud squeal has interrupted this whisper. At a distance the shrubs began to crack. A big something moved away quickly, cracking, it seemed, breaking the wood.
       -A poor wild boar. How you startled him!
        Inga smiled in answer.
       -Yeah, I guess, he is the unhappiest among of the three of us, though no one cauterized him.
       -Well, and what are your impressions?
       -The pain from whip is an agonizing one, that is harassing. But from cigarette the pain is a stabbing one, explosive. But such a burn is better than a protracted flogging.
       -You may not do it often. Otherwise it will be a lot of scars on the body.
       -All the same, I love you, - saying this, the girl embraced him.
       -I love you too.
       -If I don't want to sleep, now I would start to pester you, after this being punishable with a hundred swats of lash.
        Only now he felt he wanted to sleep too. The dawn was approaching. In the tent he has bandaged her burn, after this he bandaged his own one. Soon they fell asleep.

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The original Russian text: https://www.proza.ru/2009/12/20/1217