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