Albert and Tolik didn't like each other when they were meeting, but they didn't show a look of this. Sooner or later they could be found as rivals because of Sveta. However, only Albert knew about it, but there was a completely different thing, which irritated him. Tolik was a person absolutely alien to his nature. If in childhood they were in the same school or in youth in the same student hostel, they would become intransigent enemies, because Tolik was a typical soviet person of the herd. He wouldn't like Albert's individualism, also his isolation, in the spirit he would enroll him like an "intelligent", however, in Russia this word is almost abusive. In his mind, although not moronic, but enough primitive, it was inconceivable a fact that Albert was able to be much steeper than he himself, however, only if this would justify itself, but not for shoddy showing off. As well as a drowning man would catch at a straw, in the same manner he clung to any unlikely possibility to ease the situation, in center of which exaggeratedly he felt himself, but in fact, who was in the very scorching heat of the circumstances, they were the people of his bandit "roof" (that is the constant racketeers). He consoled himself by a thought that this "nerd" is only a mediator, bringing the information to some steep friend or to several steep friends. And he would become awfully disappointed if he sees the old man Paul. On Thursday this information was already in old man Paul's pocket. However, before to put it into the pocket, the old man learnt it long time and with attention, and he gave an advice to Albert, that time to observe the nature, feeling himself as a part of it. Finally he said:
-Even if I don't cope during this short time, let Anatoly at a high time pays for the first and for the second group. I'll give the money.
That day the old man explained him for a long time the concentration technique, also the value of the ability to keep a thought with the object.
-Create in spirit an imagined world and do in it all what you want. Try to make it clearer and distinct, let events take place on it coherently, but not confusedly as in dreams. Practice to do it every time when you go to bed, don't miss. In order not the dreams occur with you, but you yourself would be their master, not a piece of wood, which would be rushing downstream of the river. And no transport, no electric trains and buses. It's not necessary to go by bus or by anything else, because everything is nearby, everything is close and available.
Already in the afternoon, before saying goodbye, Albert asked:
-If it's not a secret, have you decided now what to do?
-No, but my minor friend is trying to do it.
-???
-My subconscious.
As far as it's known, every "roof" has a chief. He directs the actions of his subordinates along the necessary direction, but the questions, where to direct, whom to attack, aren't solved by him, but by the superordinate persons.
In this world of the mafia, there is the power above everyone, this power is cruel, not always righteous. If someone even may take the initiative, then within a very limited framework. The old man already knew the surname of the author of the situation. To learn the first name and patronymic, it wasn't difficult, calling a few times, motivating his request by the fact, as if it would be an inconvenient thing to address to a powerful man by name, and it would be better to use the first name and patronymic. In the militia or in another special service the object didn't work in the given moment, so the address bureau wrote the address, which Albert so needed, without obstruction. The information, given in the window of the information office, led into the city, which was named in honor of the famous spacecraft designer, and the station what he had to get off the train, in spite of all the changes, it conservatively succeeded to have kept its name "Podlipki".
The old man already knew a lot of nooks and wastelands of this city and he has teleported into one of them. The house was found quickly, but the entrance was encoded. Paul wasn't embarrassed because of this, he waited when someone would come out, this was a woman with a child, came in the opened door which itself has closed slowly. His solid age helped not to provoke the suspicion from the bystanders. He was going to penetrate into the flat using the known way: to ring the doorbell and when the tenant opens the door, to hypnotize as if he is not here, and in the same instant to slip into the flat. He could not teleport into the flat, the atmosphere of which he still didn't see. He still didn't approach the door, but already on the other side of it sounded loud and wild canine barking. Judging by the low voice, the dog was big enough.
-All right, - thought Paul. It cannot be lucky all the way. Now I have to switch to the long and tedious surveillance.
Thinking so, he went upstairs, reached the staircase near the garret, concentrated, incorporating all the details of this silent corner, in order subsequently to imagine and in any needed instant to get here, omitting the entrance and curious looks. The perennial experience made him able to memorize needed interior quickly, and after a short meditation Paul immediately got into a wasteland and returned to the house on foot, selecting a comfortable place to observe.
In three hours from the same entrance a man who was balding, but not old, came out with a Rottweiler on a leash. The dog took up its canine business, sniffing the ground and sometimes looking around, and the man with all his views tried to show his importance and significance, but one doesn't know to whom. It was nobody around, apparently the habit took place. This swagger would make laugh an American, however, to the Slavs, he would provoke either the obedience or the servile admiration. The old man Paul knew well, in America you can see such grimaces rarely and if you see it, then the actors of them often are found natives from this soviet world, which were victims of the slave-owners in the past centuries and of the communists in the present century. Going along the street, such people like the black holes take under their influence the souls of passers-by, bringing confusion to their minds, only by a look they unbalance them, suppress the will and recharge themselves by the psychic energy. The victims are guilty in part too, because they believe in the importance of these "arrogant Aces". However, in England, he would be considered as a bumpkin, and his car "Mercedes" and not very large incomes by Western standards, would impress nobody.
Not without a risk to complicate the situation, the old man in an instant have teleported on the staircase near the garret, descended the stairs to the needed floor and rang the doorbell. The canine barking didn't sound. After a long keeping silent a simple woman, middle-aged, opened the door, most likely a housekeeper. Shrugging in perplexity, because of the fact than nobody was here, as it seemed to her, she closed the door, but that time the old man succeeded to slip into the flat. She went to the kitchen and the old man in the toilet, because if to appear suddenly, then it would better in it. It was difficult to switch himself from one to another. Now he observed the atmosphere inside the toilet, understanding that he will have to "climb over the space" only here and it's possible that more that once. Then he came out quietly into the corridor, also without sound he climbed into the cupboard in the wall, where the clothes hung. He hasn't to wait for a long time. Paul heard, the exit door opened.
-Start to pack things, Zina, we go by car to my wife in the dacha and at the same time I need to meet with the guys, but that's not for a long.
-I must report to my family.
-So, what is problem with? Here is the phone, call them.
-And during how much time I have to be there?
-Two days, not less. You will help us with housework, as usual... What is the matter? Or do I pay you less?
-The matter is in another thing. Someone rang the doorbell. I opened. Nobody was.
-Shuck! I walked with the dog in the courtyard. Into the entrance nobody entered, excepting normal people who returned from work. More likely, the minors frolicked again.
-But if... Who, killer? - the master burst out laughing. - Nobody would put on a cast. But he on the stairs would shoot me... or I him.
Suddenly the loud dog barking drowned out all the sounds.
The old man was ready for this, immediately he teleported in the wasteland and went to the station, had a snack, buying a hot dog and a glass of the coffee. It was a pleasant warm evening, the same as many years ago. The Earth still continued to live and to flower. The seasons still changed in the same manner. As well as in the youth he would like to travel very very far. But all was close. Either New-York, where was the daytime in full swing now, or Krasnoyarsk where it was past midnight, or the forests around Moscow, which he once climbed round and studied lengthwise and crosswise.
The old man crawled under the platform, in order nobody would see, and teleported into one forest of the Moscow region, which he liked. He pulled the matches out of his pocket. The campfire lighted up quickly. In the sky first stars appeared. The life continued to please. At the ninety-fifth time with him the nature of the temperate climate changed the white anger of the winter to the blue-green mercy and caress.
It was time to return. Paul put out the fire carefully, carrying some water in his palms from the creek a few times. Did he remember the interior of the toilet well? He rushed there. He has succeeded, but was in the darkness. He barked a few times just in case. It was no answer. He came out and came in the room. The view from the windows have dispelled all doubts. It was the same flat. He had a lot of time, but he had to act carefully, putting on its place everything what he examined, as it was before. The owner must suspect nothing and the dog all the same couldn't tell, why it had to so bark suddenly. The arrangement of the objects what the old man could not remember, he recorded on a separate list, using a cipher, which nobody knew except for himself. To get through all this documentation here in the same place, even to think about it would be useless. Ahead was a great work on information processing. Fortunately, he already wasn't a novice in this matter. He had to xerox everything urgently, then to put in its place and to study the photocopies. The windows overlooked the North, where at this time was a little lighter and it allowed to look about without switching on. Slowly, but right the old man examined all the furniture consistently in the three rooms, also in the kitchen and in the bathroom. He was interested only in the information. He had to learn as much as possible about this man, because the situation looked so, as if the whole initiative came from him. Even the old man stood up on the window sill, and using a screwdriver, he unscrewed the ends of the tubular crossbeam. On the crossbeam hung the curtain with rings, which the owner didn't close. He shone with a flashlight into the tube - emptiness. Among the books, inside one of them, he found a hiding place and there a fat bundle of banknotes of one hundred dollars was hidden. He put it back. It will not go anywhere. This is not all. He has a dacha else.
It seemed that the work was done. Only the cupboard in the wall remained. Groping the clothes, he found something solid. That's strange. There was a home bathrobe, it seemed old and shabby and there was an inner pocket in it. And there was something rectangular, either a book, or a video cassette. However, in the flat he saw already a lot of the last. Every of them were in boxes and showed different names in color. In general, there were the detective films and horror. But this video cassette was for some reason in the unusual place. The old man decided to watch the video, if it would be necessary, rewrite the movie and return it in its place, to xerox all the papers and also return them. The faster - the better.
It was the night, but in the night as far as one knows, all the photocopy offices are closed. The old man Paul concentrated and appeared inside of an old and rickety wooden house. A girl fifteen years old Olesya slept soundly like everyone in the youth. The old man put the cassette on the table, then he concentrated again and appeared in Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky. Two tramps in the wasteland watched him with surprised looks. Here the light time of the day already gained power. It was the morning peak hour. The old man had found the office quickly, but it opens only in fifteen minutes. He had to wait. In an hour all was done. The first strange client today turned out to be profitable. After receiving the copies of the papers, the old man returned to his house in the Krasnoyarsk region, put all the copies along the books and teleported into the same flat. It was dark, and it seemed especially dark after the sunny morning in Kamchatka. The old man decided to rest in the armchair and he slept during an hour. He slept with one eye open, and if some rustle took place, he would wake up and manage to get out at a high time. As well as he saw, not only the door, but the windows were on the alarm. But this alarm system was designed for malefactors who could come in through the door or the windows. Such a wonderful way, like the teleportation, wasn't foreseen.
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The original Russian text of the chapters from 7 to 9: http://www.proza.ru/2010/01/10/679
After thinking a little, the old man Paul continued:
-So, hear me. I'm going to begin from secondary things. Possessing such abilities, it's necessary as far as possible to avoid drunkenness or intoxication himself with something else. Here is recently occurred with me. All finished well, otherwise I wouldn't sit here in front of you now.
By chance, in the youth I visited Kamchatka. That time I visited a few volcanos, including Avachinsky, which is situated near Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky. A few of them were in the weak acting condition. I remember as well as now, one of the sheer walls made me indelible impression. I was standing high. It was an instant of the evening twilight, against which the lava looks like enough bright. It was seething down and the unbearable heat was emanating from there. That's the beauty of hell! It was creepy and fun. To say the truth, some inexplicable and sublime feeling.
It must have been the devil who prompted me to get drunk two years ago in the summer. I felt that too drunk, but I'm not young. The heart could give out or something else. I understood it in spite of my drunken condition, and it was good that it was summer. I thought to head to the taiga to spend the night, in the open air. This would be less harmful than in the room, even in the ventilated one. I took with me a compass, matches just in case, even a remedy against the gnats wasn't forgotten. Passing deeper into the forest near one mile I put on me the remedy and went to sleep under a spruce. And I remembered the youth, the travels. I thought: "I'll get enough sleep now and head to travel anywhere. I've better to use all that God gave me more often". I woke up. The night. Still, I was drunk. It happened somehow instantly, involuntarily. I didn't have time to think and concentrate. I just did the only sudden movement and suddenly: the day, the bright sunlight, the heat like in a steam bath. I stood near a stone wall on the narrow stone cornice, there was an abyss below me, the red-hot lava was below, and I felt sulphurous fumes reached me. I had better would concentrate and move back. But I saw a lot of protrusions on the steep wall, as if one could cling to them, put the feet on them. What the hell, fool, I started to climb, in spite that I was never an alpinist. The more high, the more difficult. To return down, it would be impossible, but there was near seventy feet till the level place to rest. Like till the sixth floor. In addition the drunkenness with the first signs of the hangover, my hands shook a something wrong with the mind. It's possible, some influence of the sulphurous fumes. I had not to hurry, if otherwise, then one could fall down. But one must not delay too. One could get poisoned by the sulphurous fumes. Still, I had to move faster. Quiet, - I told myself. What if this wall would be in a silent and safe place, could I climb? Difficult, but I could, - I answered to myself, I continued climbing, calming down myself. I stepped on a stone protruding from the wall, but it broke away. I didn't succeed to hold on the rock and I had started to fall in the fire lake. I can't remember now, what I thought about in that instant. As if some energy entered into me, still I wasn't below, but already I felt burning. The end?! I jerked mechanically and found myself in a study room. A middle aged man sat at the table, dressed in a suit with a tie and wrote something. On the table some spreadsheets and books with Latin titles were put on. That's natural, the employee stared at me, the mouth a little opened, and his eyes, as I saw, as it were going to pop out of his head. Of course, I understand him. My look was scared, it's possible, I still was pale as paper and on my jeans the smoke was coming from some places. In all probability, he took me for someone from hell. Now it was nothing to be afraid anymore. I laughed heartily, then concentrated and returned in the place, where I spent the night. It only started to dawn, and in spite of the cold nights in Siberia, I felt the coolness not at once. It was a fun adventure, but unfortunately the end of such adventures is not always good. So, possessing such capabilities, we have to touch nothing doping.
-Wait a little, - Albert said, came out quickly and soon returned with a notebook and a pen. He sat down, drew two rectangles, took a coin and put it on one of the rectangles.
-Here, look at this. Suppose, these rectangles are rooms or cells, it doesn't matter. And two-dimensional beings live here, and the only the dimensions of this plane are accessible for them. The sides of the rectangle are irresistible barriers for them, as the walls for us. There is the coin now. They take it as a circle, that is as a two-dimensional ball, - Albert took the coin and shifted it in another rectangle, clarifying:
-Now they would take this as disappearance of the ball, but the inhabitants of that rectangle would take it as appearance it in an unknown and supernatural manner for them.
-All occurred exactly like this.
-It means, you can run away any prison, or to climb in a safe of any bank, can't you? - Inquiringly Albert looked at the old man.
-Quite right! And what? Will you, as soon as have learnt to do the same thing I do, climb in the most primary and rich bank? I wouldn't blame you. This wouldn't be a sin to plunder such a communistic state of several billion green banknotes. In any case, this money will be spent to feed a huge herd of the fat ass bastards, every of them holds a high position, in spite that his intellectual level is lower than any of us in 99% of case, but we have to huddle. After the higher education and with your great erudition you have to sell the newspapers. But they graduated the only one thing UMSL, that is the University of the meanness of Soviet Life. If this money will not be spent in favor of them, then what for? Is it in order to muffle the radio voices of free countries? Is this in order to pull a few thousand miles of the barbed wire? Yes, here is the democracy now, but is it for a long time? People - slave, people - herd, people - scoundrel, they are against the liberty! They want to return back in the slavery. To stand in line for a rotten sausage and to glorify Lenin. As well as in the last century there were the slave revolts against abolition the serfhood, and now the horizon is darkening with clouds too. The herd of cattle wants to return in its stall. So, will you go to rob banks?
-This looks, as if you set me a cunning task with a something trick.
-Already a little more right. Well. Let's think. You are a clever man.
-This would provoke a panic, unnecessary worries in some circles.
-That's right at all! Good for you!
-This would mobilize all the KGB or... what is its name now, no matter... it's not about the name.
-As for mobilizing, all the intelligence services of the world will be mobilized. And not only the intelligence services, but the mafia clans, the drug lords, lonely adventurers who seek adventures and easy money, suicides, fanatics. There could be such persons among them, against which it would be very difficult to fight, even possessing the super abilities. This is not a hypnosis or telepathy that you can see at every step. It would be enough an imperious voice and unblinking and sure look, also a little of the fantasy and imagination. And having lived longer, anyway you will understand a man you see, how he treats you. Even if he speaks another language, you could say in Russian what he thinks about you, not word for word, but enough right. This is another thing. This is not a hypnosis or telepathy, which about I wasn't afraid to say in the presence of your wife. This is the TELEPORTATION! Did you notice that I use this word in the first time? And be aware: the last time. And I do not advise you to use it too. Do you think that I during a very long time lived in the Siberian hinterland, because I say "to climb over" instead of... - old man turned to a whisper, - "to teleport"?
-But who would believe in this? It looks as ravings of a madman for a lot of people.
-Don't hurry, but think. You would understand, I know, however, if I tell you, it will be faster. There are divisions or even individuals who are interested in all the discoveries, also all what the science still didn't discover. And they know well that among a million of ravings and superstitions, once upon such a treasure may be found! These are like the treasure hunters. And they guess, it can occur a discovery, which doesn't need a huge laboratory and expensive equipment. And in spite of this the discovery is able to set the world on fire. Or even a seeker of adventures and treasures is alone, but there is an acoustic directional device in his pocket. In our epoch to overhear talking, it isn't necessary to throw up a microphone to whomever apartment. Such a dude walks in the street, amusing himself, aiming his device to the windows of houses and listens, where and what is said. Somewhere he can hear something spicy. One would use this for a subsequent blackmail, another enjoys and in the same time executes an assignment, planing to earn or to curry favor with a boss. Here and there is boring everyday talking. But there is something more interesting already: a husband left for the work trip and neighbor came in for a visit. And there one of the chiefs of the secret plant babbles out a secret information to his friend, drinking the cognac from the bottle. One must make a note this. One day this type hears that two dreamers are talking about UFO and abnormal phenomena and you can believe me, he will come again to "go fishing" in the direction of this window, to check, whether is it ravings or no. Yes, the most probably this would be ravings, but what if something will turn out? If there is something, and he is a fool, he will run to report. In answer they would pretend as if they disregard, but in fact they will connect very cool and dangerous people to this case who would be not a couple of some racketeers or like those who clapped eyes on Sveta's boyfriend's cooperative. If the dude who has reported, does something against, they will get rid of him, even without killing. They will find an article of the Criminal Code and will send him in a madhouse and all would look so, as if all took place accidentally. But who is smarter, he knows already to whom and how to report, or he will think a hundred times before, but all the same this would be a risk. If he is lucky, he will be provided for life, in old age, he will grow fat, flaunting with general's epaulettes. But the matter will continue to function. In the internal or external intelligence the leak information always takes place. All this from an ordinary person's point of view as if something doesn't exist, like a joke. However, those who realise something, they are able to understand that these organisations exist, in fact, and the people who work there, they don't only wear out the seat of his pants. Sometimes such passions run high there, which сouldn't cross to someone's mind or wouldn't be seen in a dream. There are interests of the authorities, of the powers that be, and these interests clash in the most bizarre and unexpected combinations. There are dueling of infernal machines, which are able to break down a single human destiny, in the same manner as a tank would break down a turtle. There are persons who wouldn't stop at anything. What's a matter for them as a life of another or a pain of another, while a few of them are able in the interest of the matter to rush themselves under a tank or in that lava in Kamchatka, what I nearly fell into, thank God.
If you think, you will see, that in fact there are such things, for which you would sacrifice yourself, not accidentally like a drunk soldier, because of the vodka, but after thinking and calculating, weighing all the pros and cons. Why did millions of people pass through the hell, which was raging almost during all twentieth century? Because there wasn't found a hero who would possess the information and in a high time he would cut the spread of the red-brown contagion. And if there would be a person who would have information how to destroy the insidious creeping of the totalitarianism in its very source, and in the same time he would be aware the importance and the scale of that what took place, also if he would know about the possibility to change all this, then there would be not too little of chances that he would do everything possible, up to the self-sacrifice.
Here the main danger is not for us both. We can escape with our abilities, and I'm sure, soon you yourself will be able to climb over in the same manner. Primarily, it is inadmissible that someone except we both would be able to do it, You know what I say about. If the main thing for you is the liberty and true dignity, if you aren't a slave of the state, that's good. However, you may be tempted and give this great discovery to the West. But you must not do it, and I believe, you will understand the reason. Remember, how the first nuclear weapon was spread. In the 1945 the USA had applied it, but already in the 1949 Beriya with Kurchatov played with it. It's possible, no intelligence service, no prison cell, which would be insured against the moles. Let it's deadly dangerous, but the game is worth the candle and one can find people who are agreed to play these deadly dangerous games. The main our advantage is because we are a double, and the deuce is the most reliable and stable group. Do you know that among killers, the most prevalent groups are the groups consisting of two persons?
-I hear about this in the first time.
-As you see, the proverb is right: "One mind is good, but two ones are better". I teach you something, you teach me something. I'm going to instruct you to the fullest extent of my knowledge. A lot of that I say, you know, but it would be more preferable if I tell all, but without tearing off my knowledge pieces, which are unknown to you. Even if you hear from me something known you, it would be useful. Never shun repeating.
So, a group consisting of ten persons would be unreliable, clumsy and with the information leak. But the deuce is strong, mobile and secretive. As well as you have understood, we have to throw all our forces not into a bank robbery, but at keeping the secret. We have to avoid that someone would be on our tail, even if they do, then be able to dump them away, but we have better to slip away. Our discovery is akin to the discovery of the nuclear weapon. It's enough to take thought, what possibilities it opens! But this is dangerous, dangerous for all the humanity. Some will try to obtain the world dominance. Others will defend themselves. The "defenders" will have an admirable reason for the unlimited power and it's not known who of them will be worse. That still is not all. And what about the access to the nuclear button? This is not a safe with money. And what if the USA and Saddam Hussein will possess the equal forces? And all of this yet only at examining on the surface.
Albert became lost in thought. From the beginning he was happily shocked by the news, but now he saw its back side. The old man is right. This miracle is not any better than the nuclear weapon.
-Here now you have fallen into another extreme. I see, you are ready to give advice me to take with me this discovery to the grave, aren't you?
-It's a pity. Very sorry! But maybe, will be it better so?
-Still, you try to answer the task without trying to solve it. You are clever, you will solve it and you will find the right answer. But what for to wait a long time? To wait, in spite of the fact that already I have the solution. I can govern this phenomenon since 1957 year. Can you count? What's the year now?
-Ninety-third.
-Did my abilities lead to the world disasters? I remin d you: one hour ago I showed them to you. They are real. No disaster observed. Maybe are aren't you sure about yourself?
-On the contrary. Maybe I'm too sure about myself. Do you know, why don't I like to fly by plane? Because if I myself pilot a plane, I would feel much better.
You won't worry about me too, because I've stood the trial period thirty six years. To doubt me, it wouldn't be right. The only you remain. However, you are sure of yourself. I described for you all the horror, because of getting out of control of the given discovery, not in order to refuse it. Then, from my side it would be more right to hide it from you. Just I wanted to show you how important and significant the technology of safety is. All will be in your hand. Notice more one important moment. If someone from a kind of the very dangerous persons intends to wrest from your close person the information about my and in the future about your "travels", before to torture them, they are well able to guess very fast, looking at them, whether they know something or don't know. For this reason, this information is dangerous for your close persons, and you have better they would know nothing. The spies are not sadists and the unscheduled tortures for them are the same thing like you would sell the newspapers without any profit for you.
-Moreover, how I would train? I have to work, to trade. Otherwise, I'll be left high and dry.
-You will take with you rucksack or bag as usual. But instead Moscow, you will visit other places. We will train so. You will return at home at the right time and bring money, which I'll give you.
-But I don't want to be in debt to anyone.
-Is it possible to be in debt to a person who has poured and given you a glass of the tap water? I earn the money not more difficult. To earn one hundred dollars is not more difficult than you would make some tea.
-You have given a good idea, - after saying this, Albert poured some water in the teapot and poured the content out in the toilet. After this he lighted a burner a put the big kettle on it, adding water in it. The old man took out of his pocket a bundle of banknotes of one hundred dollars.
-I could give you it all now, but others will see your mood, that something occurs to you. You cannot hide this. One must pay for all, and I don't think that it's a large payment for the future, which opens in front of you.
-Of course, no.
-But in the presence of your wife, her friends, of your parents try not to show look that your mood is changed. When you feel joy because of the coming changes, try to think about their negative sides. And on the contrary: remember their advantages if you start to sorrow because of the horrors which appeared in your imagination. And the main thing, try to think that walking, running, the transport - these are foolishnesses. Wasn't a foolishnesses to come to this gas stove thirty miles, was it? Or to go from Mytishchi to Moscow via the North Pole, the Western Hemisphere, Antarctica, Africa, Crimea, Kharkov and finally Serpuhov and Podolsk? However, in the everyday life everyone does like this. Remember and don't forget, in the middle Ages the people used the beams, the candles, the torches, but no the electric lamps or pocket flashlight. And it wasn't just about the technological complexities to use the electricity, but firstly about the ignorance. But now you know. You have seen. And you will see it many times more.
The doorbell sounded at the height of drinking tea.
-I've told you all and am going to sit a half hour else for reasons of decorum. Then I'll go out as usual, without tricks, - the old man said to Albert after, when he opened the door.
Nadya came in without Sveta.
-As far as I see, you've made friends definitively, - it was the first words she said.
Then took place a coze in the kitchen. It was seen as Nadya tried to bring the conversation to the topic of the hypnosis, the telepathy and generally on the themes of anomalous phenomena. As if accidentally, she asked:
-Is it really you can settle this matter, in the cooperative?
-It will be settled as by itself. The less you worry, the better it takes place. If every case like this would end by bloody denouement, the corps would be strewn at every turn and a total war of all against all would be. It is ninety percent that all will be settled, even without interfering.
-Whether you want to hypnotize them, in fact? Excuse me for this immodest question, of course.
-I'm an expert in my own business, - the old man answered strictly and clearly.
Nadya understood that next questions will look not only tactless, but also useless. The guest sat a half hour else, as he promised, and began to be going to come out, parting with his new friends. Albert went to accompany him to the door.
-Thursday. On the platform Kalistovo. At nine o'clock in the morning. Thursday. On the platform Kalistovo. At nine o'clock in the morning, - the old man repeated two times in a whisper to Albert in his ear. - I need all information about those who don't walk the line, who try to subdue the cooperative. Even a trifle can become a valuable thing, so bring all what is possible to recognize about them. All that is possible, including the least details, especially about their leadership, because the "bulls" themselves do nothing without an order from above. Farewell.
-Goodbye!
-Are you sure he doesn't palter? - Nadya asked when Albert returned into the kitchen.
-A tree is known by its fruits. And in the near future, I have to meet with Sveta's boyfriend, what is his name, by the way?
-I think, Anatoly.
-Let him bring me all that he knows about the uninvited guests, all absolutely, including trifles. That's very much important. I have to meet him, it would be better in an exposed area. Let he rewrites all the necessary information. To forget nothing, I'll rewrite all this by my hand. After this one can destroy these papers.
-If I don't know you, I would think that you are afraid, but as well as I see, you have decided to play spies. If someone doesn't like my way to do, I may refuse. However, if I act, then only as I like, - Albert answered sternly. - And I have to meet him in the next two days.
Nadezhda had a wish to quarrel with him, but this time she abstained.
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To the 1960 year, they rallied behind a physically strong and outrageous scoundrel nicknamed Balda, twenty five years old. Thanks to my constant escaping to the taiga, a habit to persecute me didn't be formed among the local scoundrels, except that they considered me like a strange and laughable person. However, this type payed special attention to me. Maybe the same devil pointed him at me, but as it seemed me, he himself couldn't give an articulate explanation of his actions, even under torture, why he needed so much to destroy me.
He had connections with turnkeys in the surrounding prison camps, also with local cops and with the patrolman. Despite the fact that he not only looked like a retard, but he was like that in fact, however, this didn't preclude his ability to flatter those who one may get a protection from, but to humiliate and subjugate the rest of the inhabitants.
Balda had a sidekick nicknamed Black. He was nicknamed so for the color of his hair. Balda was a blond. Balda it was a nickname of the village, but Black was a nickname of the prison camp. He was ten years older than Balda and already was in the prison camp a few times. To say about his ability to fight, he was a little weaker than Balda, but it was compensated by his influence in prisons, in spite of the fact that still he wasn't a thief in law, but only a "muzhik". It was the most probably, because one day he was suspected as if he could be a rat, that is as if he had stolen something from his sidekicks in prison camp. Unlike Balda, Black despised the cops and in the best case he pretended as if he wouldn't note them. It couldn't be by another way. The difference between them in many respects gradually turned them from friends into rivals, from rivals into secret enemies, from secret enemies into explicit ones. The power struggle between them may compared with Shakespeare's tragedies by the intensity if subtract from them all remainders of the nobleness. The local inhabitants much suffered because of them, not only because of their fists. It would be a long time to tell, a few of persons became crippled, a few of other persons spoiled their lives in other ways, in the main because of the imprisonment. There were cases of the family destruction, of the disappointments in life and even one suicide.
Balda's father, my peer, was an NKVD's snitch in Stalin's epoch. It's probable, his son stayed unchallenged for his tricks many times, thanks to memory about father's past connections. And he also had one passion: to save up money. The result of this circumstance was so, while Black spent on drink all what he had stolen, Balda spent on drink a part of the stolen things too, but another part was hidden in the chest or spent to get dressed better. Because of their stupidity Balda and his father didn't keep the savings account. Their stupidity was in the fact that they were sure as if nobody from local would dare to do something against them, even Black. Black, understanding if something occurs, he would be the first suspected, because of his dubious honour, even when he was a Balda's friend, so he tried to keep out of Balda's home. It's quite possible, being afraid, he cherished a seductive idea, but didn't dare. Also, this would be a foolish, because as well as I know his character, he couldn't spend money secretly and it's unlikely he would find an application of money, excluding to spend it on drinking.
The relationship between Balda and Black looked like a mature abscess, which was about to erupt. Not only myself, but also other inhabitants of the village anticipated that something is going to occur. I decided to speed up the course of events, to incite these scoundrels, each against another, and at the same time to get some benefit for myself. The money from selling house already ran out long ago, and I lived by accidental earnings. Before that I never stole, however, I didn't consider stealing from scoundrels like a shame thing. Such a character like Robin Hood was very much cute to me, long ago I played this role in the theatre.
In May 1960, using last money, I had rented a dacha near Moscow in Kratovo. You understand, no transport is needed if one can move in the twinkling of an eye from the Krasnoyarsk taiga, not far from that village, in Moscow or near it and back in the same manner. To undertake operation I had chosen the payday. Two weeks before I showed to all as if I left relatively for a long time, a few of months.
Before this, I started to dump bottles with the vodka to Balda. In the first time they were afraid, whether is it poisoned. They had sipped, then ran into the shop to buy one, then they ran for the second bottle, after this they had drunk the mine to the end. When I dumped a bottle them in the third time, they had lost their vigilance. But to get drunk Black in the necessary place and time was even easier, because he disdained this concept of the caution.
That day, using such way of dumping of the bottles, from the morning I started to lead them both to the necessary condition. As well as you know, the distances don't exist for me. Until six o'clock in the evening, while in Moscow only two o'clock in the afternoon, Balda and his father were drunk with loss of consciousness. Even they didn't try to put in different places their large sum of money. The banknotes were kept so: together in the chest among old things, being wrapped up in a newspaper. However, in any case I would find them. Near the do I as if accidentally dropped on the floor Black's union card prepared in advance, which was kept since his workstation, where he was fired for the drunkenness, also there was a letter from his cousin who lives in Krasnoyarsk.
-What a fucken bitch there without permission! - drunk Balda's voice had sounded. - I'll kill you! - after saying this he rushed into the corridor, where I was standing.
I rushed in a closet, a door, which gave on the corridor, but from another side. Thank God, there was a bolt, to which I locked myself at once, however, he saw and recognized me.
-Could not you disappear as soon as he had begun to move into his room, could you?
-I said already, that time this ability still wasn't developed with automatism. I had to prepare and to turn my mind to this, to imagine very clear the place, where I was going to move to, however, if a big and a furious guy with his fists rushed to me, it would be not easy to concentrate on something quite fast. Then I succeeded to collect my thoughts and to do a throw. Have you thought that in Moscow? No, at Black's home.
Black slept on the floor. Near him a bottle with some moonshine stood not being drunk until the end. I put into a pocket of the jacket, which he wore all the time, bundle of huge hundred-ruble banknotes with Lenin. After this I unscrewed the clamp, which the hook clasped for. This hook locked the door from the inside. Suddenly it dawned upon me. I remembered that sometimes I was in the garret of Balda's house. It would be difficult to invent a place better to collect information. Of course, I penetrated there always, using the same unusual way. Imagining clearly this place, I had appeared there.
-...meaner than death, I saw him as well as I see you now! He is in concert with Black! His nickname is an Artist. He with the thieves in law kept company in the prison camp. They don't steal from their dudes not to be considered as rats. But we are dupes from their point of view. I'll break ribs them!
-Ah, fool. Do you think that I don't feel sorry? I gained it during all my life. I see you want to fritter. But I have connections with the militia. They will beat them both so, as you can't. And they will return all the money, like sweet boys. And this Artist is not our person at all. He was seen in the taiga. He sat like dead on the grass, crossing his legs like a Turk. He will be imprisoned and will not return alive, but instead, you are going to get your hands dirty.
-You still live like in the 1937. Who will imprison him? The bald pederast - Khrushchev - bastard. He has relaxed all of them. And Black in prison feels like at home. For him all the same! But I'll do so, he will be spitting blood. I'll give him such cunts! I'll give him such cunts! Two times will be quite! Two times will be quite!
-Don't go, fool, - cried his father with a hoarse voice. Apparently, he hadn't the forces not only to stop his distraught child, but even to stand up from the bed.
I could hardly restrain my laughter. But the circumstances didn't give to watch this spectacle until the end. I concentrated and appeared in a known garret of an old six-story house. Nobody saw me. I quietly descended the stairs, came out in the yard, got around the house. There was a savings bank situated in the facade. I saw this bank long ago. The lunch break already was finished. After standing in line about a half hour, I opened an account, putting almost all the money for a deposit.
Now I had the iron alibi. That's natural, in the account the date was written that amply proved the impossibility of my appearance on the same day so far, that is in the Krasnoyarsk region. However, it seemed me insufficient. Balda saw me. But who would believe him? What a way by in his very much distant house could be the same man who at the same time was opening an account in Moscow saving bank? However...
The solving of the problem occurred to me immediately. In a shop of the same house I bought a bottle quarter litre of vodka in order all would look like natural. After fifteen minutes I was rolling by ream of the metro in a very cheerful mood. All the timidity flew away and I started to sing loudly a bawdy ditty:
I fell in love with Khrushchev,
I'll get married with him,
But I'm afraid instead this thing,
There is the only corn and nothing more.
Someone began to pull my sleeve, calling to order, but I started to dance and continued to sing loudly all sorts of the obscenities. Someone laughed out loudly, someone only smiled, shaking a head, barely holding back laughter.
-How an old man has got drunk!
-Shut up his mouth finally!
-Don't you see? The man is ill, mentally.
This finished so, a few men took me under arms, leading me to the militia, the same what I needed. They let me go in fifteen days. After this nobody could make to doubt in my alibi. I told by the homeowner, as if I got a telegram on demand and left for Sankt-Petersbourg to visit my sick sister. However, I made a good impression on this old woman who was an owner of the dacha. If she saw the concert I did in the underground, then as well as I guess, she would faint because of the surprise. But like a decent person, I continued to rest in the dacha, walked into the forest to pick mushrooms and on fine days to the beach to swim. I returned at home only in September by train.
-How ended that trouble? - Albert asked.
-This already the local old women told me. As well as I expected, Balda broke into Black's home and began to beat him. Black suddenly struck back, grabbed a knife, Balda started to run. Black succeeded one time to scratch him, but a little. Balda grabbed the first thing, what fell in the yard in his hand, it was a bayonet shovel, and with it he hit Black's head. Black fell down. The fool had better to go away. But no. He hit Black who already was lying, at the second time. The second blow became fatal. Then he drank a lot of moonshine and the cops carried him into their auto, when he was drunk like a dead.
-Did they give him many years of prison?
-He affirmed as if he saw me, insisting so much, and because of this he was declared insane and after this he was sent in Kazan in the special hospital. Do you know, that there are such madhouses with armed guards?
-Yes, I do.
-Five years later he came out, but soon his father died. If he died a little before, Balda could stay on the eternal bed, that is for life. After his father's death, he was about to commit suicide. Then the baptists contacted him and since he had changed until unrecognizable. He became a believer, even very much active. He even tried to turn me into his faith. Finally, he had got married to one of the sisters in spirit. Now he is absolutely different person. However, it was the only case in my life when an enemy ceased to be an enemy, when a bad person got better. The only.
-Didn't you mistake, because you didn't go with him?
-For him this was a breakthrough to perfection. But for me this would be a step back.
-Why?
-Because I'm aware about the reality more than Balda knows. I trust in God. But I don't believe churches and other human crowds, and I have a reason for this. I cannot become a church believer. I can only pretend it, but it means to play the hypocrite, to deceive. It would be a greater sin. The verity is much more beautiful than foolish crowds imagine it.
-But maybe you sin more. What if consider the church like a restraining factor?
-Certainly, I'm far from being an angel. Maybe I'm more sinner than all this baptists and others. But there is the only thing I know exactly.
-What?
-I would be never in concert with the crowd, which had crucified Christ.
A long pause set in. Finally the old man has interrupted it:
-I've digressed from the main our subject, but it would be impossible to disregard it. I remember that you've understood the theory very well, but I've omitted something.
-They both fell to thinking and soon Albert remembered:
-You still didn't say about the technology of safety.
-That's right!
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Albert lost in thought, as if remembered something, then he asked:
-Paul, was it long ago, when you had learnt this?
-I was released from a prison camp, being fallen under the wholesale amnesty in the 1953. I liked a place situated not far. I had learnt there was a cheap house selling at the edge of a village. I liked a place situated not far. I had learnt there was a cheap house selling at the edge of a village. It occurred to me to sell my house in Tobolsk and leave for this hinterland to live out my life here. I knew that a hut would be cheaper here, and that time I needed the money very much. To say what I passed through, it could write a second "The Gulag Archipelago". The human being is imperfect and my wish was to revenge. Experiencing such things without hope to stay alive, from the very beginning I was guilty of a nothing. They accused me, like many other people, of espionage, this was the absurd accusation of that time. I was not lucky, because I was arrested in an epoch when the bloody terror still didn't reach such a scale, and I was among a few of the unlucky persons who was also "honoured". Then, as it became clear, in reality I was lucky, even I was lucky very much. If my arrest occurred three-four years after, I would be shot. But, how Mandelshtam's widow said one day, the time was still "vegetarian" one. They still haven't killed Kirov to justify their repression in front of the public. I was given ten years, and in the prison camp, they added me a few of years more. I joined to the thieves in law to survive. Till now, I don't understand, why was I liked by them, and it's possible, I'll never know it. But I guess, as in all the Soviet society, for example, one person can wriggle into the collective without problem, another person may be cleverer, even stronger, tries to enter in the given society with all his might, attempts to imitate them in everything, but all the same all others say: "He's not our". I understood it only in old age. Using the herd traditions of the people, the state-monster watches everyone, by dint of the same people. It would be enough no police, neither a secret police nor apparent one. It wouldn't be enough any money, but this isn't necessary. The people-flock grazes itself, rejecting those who has dared to differ from others with something, even if it wasn't willfully.
It occurred so that my behavioral stereotype, my habits, such external manifestations as the gait, facial expression didn't go beyond their standards. It occurred that those whom I was afraid the most, they became my protectors in spite that they rare favoured people not out of their caste, and before I didn't expect anything good from them. But after this, the state decided to make some adjustments in its system of the slavery. Did you hear anything about the bitches' war?
-Where is anyone who wouldn't hear about it now?
-The permanent malnutrition, the hard work, the cold, the danger intrigues, the nostalgia for freedom, all this continued during a lot of years. All this impacted negatively the state of mind of everyone in a different manner, depending on the heredity. I started to note the changes too: clear dreams, presentiments, which often came true, the others' mind reading, an inadequate internal reaction to current events, a sense of force and power, which I didn't possess as it seemed, however I felt that I possess a treasure, as if I would forget where is its place.
Autumn of the 1949. This day was to become a last day in my life. At night the turnkeys gave agreement in order the "bitches" would murder everyone in our hut of the thieves in law. That day the atmospheric pressure dropped sharply. I knew this by the improvement of health, as if in my body some channels had opened, which were locked before, and some vital juices, up to this point being locked, now they started to flow through these channels, correcting unknown disorders in the organism. Usually, I avoided confiding to others about my condition, but that time suddenly, I had burst into babbling and proclaimed that today something awful is going to take place and only I will be in security, and I advised to others to arm and not sleep at night. "Hey, you, Artist, whether you are going crazy?", - something like this I was answered, verbatim I don't remember. Artist - was my nickname in the prison camp. Remembering suddenly, that I had better don't confide, I shifted of subject: "Maybe the weather is going to change". "Here this seems less like a bullshit already. I feel it's going to rain", - said a knower of the folk omens. Towards evening all the sky was clouded. I prayed, at first as usual, after in other languages, how one pentecostal taught me. I finished with the pray "Our Father".
After supper, a thought occurred to me, like a fixed idea, I don't know, where it appeared from: "Your salvation is near the wash-hand basin, your salvation is near the wash-hand basin..."
The "bitches" with long knives had broken into near at one o'clock in the night, exceeding us by quantity and arming. Also, the suddenness a great role played. All took place like at the cinema or like in a dream: the brutal faces of the murderers, pattering, the swearing, howling, the blood, hits, flashing of blades. One of those who preferred to spit into the face of the death, when it is looking his eyes, he had hacked one of the "bitches" with an axe. I don't know how, but he was killed too, because except me nobody stayed alive in this hut. I guess, that time I petrified like a pillar. I came to myself because of a voice: "Look at him! Artist! Fucken crud! He is laying down like a dog, as if watching a movie. Kill him! Someone answered: he is not a thief, but only their cleaner. But the first voice insisted swearing: "He is in concert with them. He will canary to other thieves about us. Cut this scum!"
Suddenly I've jumped up, as if I would be electric and switched on. And in the same time I felt the force and easiness, and I've rushed to the wash-hand basin. I don't know till now, whether I saw it or imagined very much clear, this nook near two hundred meters from our hut, which was situated not far from the industrial premises, where we drank the chifir often. And this well studied place, which I was every day in, that instant, it had seemed to me, as it's in a greenish rectangle as tall as a man. Running I jumped into this rectangle and disappearing here... I appeared there.
The rain with a fury fell on me from above. Also, with a fury the storm thundered, but in spite of this, the sounds were heard of the swearing, of the death cry and breaking glass. It was nowhere to hide from the rain. As well as I remember, the air temperature was near plus ten. While I ran to the wash-hand basin, someone succeeded to sting me with a knife, but slightly, and now I felt the injury, to say truth, a scratch on the side, already it bled not heavily, but obstinately. After ending the rain, it continued bleeding near two hour else, and this gave to my clothes an awesome bloodstained look. I was lying a few of hours, shivering because of the cold, and although it rained only near one hour, I got soaked to the skin. It was impossible to return. I could become a victim of everyone, also, how to sleep together with thirty deads, whom death was violent! Towards morning I dozed off.
I woke because of the dog's teeth and turnkeys' calls, however looking at my bloodstained clothes, they understood that I was wounded and threw me in the prison hospital situated in the same camp. A lot of the prisoners got off here from the hard labor, in addition working was considered as a shame for the thieves, also a lot of them saved themselves from the prison intrigues and quarrels, the end of which would be the death with a high probability. They reached here, sometimes after eating nails or cutting their veins, or using a lot of other ways. The extreme conditions provoked people's ingenuity.
Although the blood loss was noticeable, the wound healed fast, and the people thought that some of these days I'd be discharged. However, when during a few of days I had a lot of sleep and got over the trauma, the wound began to fester. In spite of the fact that the wound wasn't very dangerous, the dangers came at all from another side: the pneumonia.
During a few of months I was between the life and death. Sometimes the disease receded, sometimes it led me down to a line, if to cross it, it would be impossible to return into this world. Just as they are going to discharge me from, a new wave of the illness knocked me down. The illness as if didn't want to let me go. This continued till the spring. I was discharged from the hospital in the end of April. I don't know why, but I believed that the end of all this will be good, and this faith gave to my body to withstand and even to strengthen.
I tried to analyze the events. But there wasn't anyone to tell. At once I understood, that I could escape out of the camp prison in this manner, but whether is possible to do the same over long distances? Abroad? Had that occurred accidentally? Is that such a thing may occur only in an extreme situation, while the probability of this is one millionth? Will repeat this once more?
By way of the trial and error, thinking many years, remembering, analyzing, comparing, collecting in crumbs information, which wasn't published, but only the gossip, the whispering, thus a coherent theory became formed gradually. Being in your age, I didn't understand at all these sciences as the physics and mathematics, but in the given case I had to connect including with them.
This wasn't a coercion. The cognition, seeking of the truth, this became for me as the most interesting game. What a happiness took place! As if I all my life I would be at home between four walls without knowledge that something exists on the outside, but here as if I would come out and set foot on the wonderful and immense Earth and new and new views of the horizon would be opening in front of me.
By coming out the prison camp to freedom, I had to be distracted in favor of the everyday problems. As I was going to do, I had sold the house in Tobolsk, where I lived before, and had bought one here, not far from the place I was jailed, near fifty miles.
So, still I didn't tell you this. I wanted to revenge, after gaining such awful and exotic experience, I'd noted that the best revenge would be to go aside and to watch how the enemies will to destroy each other. I liked the house at the edge, this wasn't accidental. I thought to use it only for a while. More and more I studied to live in the taiga. More and more often I went away and more and more rare I returned back. More and more far I receded into the taiga.
However, nobody knew where I went and why. In such villages often a person may be eaten, certainly, in a figurative sense, that is they are making him go away or to prison. Howsoever I fawned over them, howsoever I flattered them, sooner or later the end will be bad. But I immediately let them know, this is not their business, how I live, breathe, who I get laid with and what I think about.
Of course, I would be an object of the persecution number one for them. A lot of the hooligans, cops, turnkeys' sons and the soviet barrators (such a type of people exists too) lived there. This top of people was diluted by ordinary persons, who kept the tail between their legs and trimmed the sails to the wind. One could understand them. Only so one had to keep himself to survive. There was impossible to understand who whom is a friend and who whom is an enemy. Being drunk, he could swear to you by the friendship and fidelity, but a half hour after to tell to another drinking companion what a goat you are. They could break a rib or a jaw each other, but the next day drink vodka together. More than once, such an event took place that one neighbor contributed to imprison another. After being a few years in prison, he came out to the freedom, and they kindly greeted each with other in spite of the fact that such a thing could repeat. While the public holiday, there the drunkenness and scuffles with neighbor villages took place all the way. In the best case it ended in a hospital, in worst in a prison camp. If I lived there constantly, they would be happy to tear me. But every time when they intended to catch me, they caught the air. I escaped. I didn't stay there even for a single holiday. I put the money what I had acquired by selling the house in Tobolsk on a savings account in Krasnoyarsk. It was enough of it to take trips in Krim a few times, to improve my health after the prison camps. It's possible, you would like to ask me, why I didn't use my new talent to escape away from the camp. At the second time I had succeeded to do it only in the 1955 year, and that time I already governed the process consciously, and since the spring of the 1957 year I have been doing it constantly, and my ability works trouble-free, it's more reliable than a car.
-Did you try to count, - Albert asked, - how many times in a day you climbed, as you say, over the space as over a fence? On average?
-I've understood what are you saying about. On average, the number is a two - digit and it's closer to 10 than to 99. I cannot say more exactly. I didn't guess from the very beginning to keep records of this.
-That means, you climbed over at least 130000 times.
-And nothing of bad occurred, did you want to ask this about? We still didn't reach the technology of safety, however, I'm going to say this. And talking, it would be convenient for us don't climb, like over the space, but to move consistently and continuously. And if I have begun to tell about Siberia, let me tell the essential until the end, skipping the details.
So, the situation in the large village became strained. In the Khrushchev thaw the brawlers let go a little their instincts, and the fights between habitants of the village became more fierce. A lot of them left for the cities: Krasnoyarsk, Achinsk, Abakan. Among the rest of the men in the quarrels the knives, axes, even the hunting rifles were used. All this occurred during the boozes. Being sober, they were cowardly like the hares. If before, the criminal proceedings initiated because of the hooliganism, now they went to prison for the grievous bodily harm or for murder. The congregation of the worst stinkers thinned more and more.
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The original Russian text of the chapters from 4 to 6: http://www.proza.ru/2010/01/08/48
Albert was shocked and glad. And how! Even the ball lightning, what a trifle it would be in comparing with this! In spite of the all his erudition still he cannot "calculate" quickly, how such a thing works. It was the miracle, not a dream. He knew simple ways to determine, is this a dream or the reality, and they were more effective than to pinch himself. He has multiplied in the mind both three-digit numbers, which have come in mind, after this he attempted to square these numbers, checked them, using the calculator. If to do so while a dream, one can obtain nothing, even if this is obtained, one will stop sleeping without doubt, because of the great load on the psyche, certainly if he is not a somnambulist or a junkie. He was neither first, nor second. Consequently, it wasn't a dream. His emotions were comparable with child's ones, whose poor parents suddenly have presented him the most interesting computer game with the capability almost without limits. Even if he himself never can do "this", he would give much to watch and to learn this phenomenon, even let only to read about it. When he got over the shock of this, his first question was:
-Can you do this far?
-Have you understood now, why it for me doesn't matter at all, whether the weather is appropriate to fly or it isn't, when I'm climbing over or, if you prefer, I'm shifting here from the Krasnoyarsk region and back.
-However, you can with the same way to travel to America, can't you?
-And what? I visit it often, especially in New York, Philadelphia, Los Angeles, San Francisco. If I have a wish, I can go for a stroll in Europe or I "climb over" to the wild nature starting from Yenisei River and ending to the Amazon River.
-Can you move into the cosmos?
-You have asked the question obviously without thinking. There is a vacuum! That envelope of the air what moves together with you, it would evaporate and you would burst instantly like a flounder, which is lifted to the water surface. It would be the death. Secondly, the place you are going to visit, you have to imagine it clearly. Thirdly, regarding the cosmos, possessing these capabilities, it isn't difficult for me to steal a spacesuit, which is intended for this. But I'm not sure about its strength. -
-However, the body doesn't break down.
-When you succeed in it in the first time, don't climb over too much, that is more than three times in a day. When I'd learnt to move, using this way, at the instant of moving I felt nothing, but a few hours later there is the ache in the bones. If to do it many times, I guess, it's possible to fall ill. But near one month later the body adapts. The thing is as if flection a very little angle happens to unknown us dimensions. Microdeformation it passes through all the body like a wave, through every its cell. It doesn't matter for the soft tissues, but the bones must adapt. If to do it in the space suit, the metal parts can take fail to pass these deformations. Metal is more solid than bones, but little cracks can provoke the depressurization, then even in the best case it would be as the bends, the psyche would be deranged, because of the oxygen starved, and you couldn't return back.
-Do these abilities depend only on the mental state? I saw, you didn't need any special equipment.
-Did Christ need any special equipment to walk on the water? And a simple fisherman Peter, who just started to learn from him, he could repeat this miracle too, but as soon as his psyche began to work in an undesirable direction, he started to sink. Here you will neither sink nor get stuck. Either you wouldn't succeed, but if you have already begun to move and got stuck, a little force will push you either there, where you are going to climb over, or back. The humanity knows since the ancient world that we can not only control the adrenaline level in the blood, imagining terrible things, or the noradrenaline, remembering enemies. This isn't written in the textbooks of physics, but until recently there had been neither your namesake Einstein's theory, nor the quantum mechanics. The last by the way affirms, all who studied it know this, that consuming or emitting a portion of the energy, for example, the electron moves from one level to another one, disappearing in one place and appearing in another one.
-I well know this. I can tell about the tunnel effect. A little ball rolling on the table most likely it will hop on a razor blade, which protrudes above the table, let's suppose, one millimeter. But if to run it very much time, for example, the number of repeating expressed in unity with twenty seven zero times to do it, one time it will go through the blade without jumping or damaging the blade.
-I mentioned the quantum mechanics only to show that if one and a half hundreds years ago someone tells about its miracles, nobody would believe and they would consider the scientific facts as the ravings of a crazy. Certainly, in the macro world appropriate laws valid and now I'm going to try to explain, what occurs while such an exchange of the place as far as my amateurish knowledge in the physics gives me the possibility to do it.
The kettle, forgotten by them, began to belch the boil water on the stove and a little on the flame. Albert jumped up and started to brew strong tea in a mechanical manner. Into the porcelain teapot he poured three teaspoons of tea with slide.
-Oh, you've just calculated for me! Still in the prison camp, I got used to drink chifir; after the liberation, I drank it more than a year, then I saw that the chifir not better than a hard work: it wears down. I reduced the dose and everything fell into place. I guess even it's good for the health if drink the tea moderately, it removes toxins from the body, the blood ceases to stagnate.
-I drank the chifir never, however, since the teenage I drink two teaspoons per teapot without diluting, it turns out one teaspoon per glass. Today, in honor our meeting, I've brewed a little stronger, three spoons instead two ones. Caffeine is the only drug I afford.
-This is one reason more, because of which my choice fell on you.
-You promised to explain this from the physical point of view.
-You are right. It would be better to tell all consistently, without jumping from one to another. Now, the modern cosmology guesses, that the Creation consists of enough complicated geometric structure numbering eleven dimensions, that is mutually perpendicular directions. We know only three of them: the length, the width and the high. We don't feel and don't know other dimensions, however, they are amenable to mathematical calculations. As you understand, to mark the third dimension on a plane, which consists of two dimensions, we have to go beyond this plane and to mark the high. But we don't know how "to fly out" of the space, even to mark the fourth dimension. We don't know, how do it physically and whether is possible to do it. We cannot even imagine the world of four dimensions, but it's more, because we haven't such an experience. But in addition, as the scientists guess, this figure of the Creation is coiled very much. Imagine a wire a few miles long and it's coiled on the coil, the winding with turns touching. Along the wire the distance can be several miles, but between the turns only millimeters. And now imagine a very thin "winding" where the distance between turns calculated in angstroms. Also not only the "winding" is coiled, but the same coil. And not only the coil, but the figure, which has formed. Don't require a stretch of your imagination, it would be to trouble yourself in vain. Only two factors: the multidimensionality and the coiling, they both give to transform faraway things into the close ones. A lot of directions give a possibility to transform all or almost all far things into the close ones. If along one of directions still is very far, even between the turns, but thanks to the multiplicity of the choice it's always possible to find a close way. So, objects, even in the galaxies, which are removed from us a lot of millions light years, they can be closer to us than we both each from other sitting here at the table. And even the popular press already wrote about this.
My ability to climb over hither and thither is a great trump card in favor this hypothesis. It' such a feeling as if would climb in and out through a windows leaf or through any other trapdoor. I need very little energy for this, it's independent of distance. The telekinesis demands much more of the energy. Still, I didn't succeed in it. Using the mind, I cannot move even an empty matchbox. I can move only a match head. To move something more hard, there aren't enough of the forces. But here all occurs easily. The main thing, this is to catch an appropriate state of mind. If a boxer has to improve the blow, you have to improve the psyche.
-But how to do it?
-I'm going to give you an example now and it will help to explain if not all, then very much of what you have to know. Imagine that you are sleeping and you see in the dream, as if you are in the Yaroslavsky Railway Station in Moscow, you must go home and the last electric train is departing. What will you do in the dream?
-Certainly, I'll try to run faster to this train. Wait... It seems, I'm starting to guess where the shoe pinches, - said Albert, rejoicing because of the unexpected conjecture, even standing up from the chair.
-It would be better if this is me who will explain. People say: "repetition is the mother of learning". If you think in the same manner as you are used to think, you will stay in the same place. In your position, I wouldn't care about this train, and let it go away. But I'll try to imagine clear my flat, my wife, the atmosphere at home, that set of the emotions, thoughts which appears while the returning at home at this late hour. I would imagine, how I'm climbing over through an invisible limit into the kitchen or into the room, even into the toilet of my home and... I'll appear there in the twinkling of an eye.
-But it's only in the dream.
-Yes, the astral matter is light and pliant, and you can make of it all that you prefer, create and dissipate images. Its images are vague and undetermined clear. The physical material is more solid and leaden, especially the macro world, but only quantify. The macro world is more exact. This is a world of the hard materials and high energy. It demands high energy. I said already, a fact helps me that really almost all the things are situated very close. Actually, there is not the shortest distance in the Universe, which would be measured even in thousands miles. The resistance of the medium what I climb through, it's insignificant too: even to climb over a fence is harder. We possess the strong material muscles, we can walk, run, climb over a fence, lift the loads and there isn't problem with the energy. The problem is in exactness. I mean an accuracy of the imagination. You have to learn to imagine exactly the process of displacement, also the place where you move to. To climb over the space you have to "hit the ten ring". And if you miss, that's would be only astral images, only dreams, but in the reality you would stay in the same place. So you have to train, to try to remember the form, the color, the quantity and the arrangement of objects after taking a fleeting look.
However, still this isn't all. When you are shooting, you see the target, you know where to direct the gun. And here you have to "shoot" accurately, but the "target" is not visible, and already I said this about. One can accurately point the direction of the shot and the distance, but it's impossible to describe the appropriate state of mind in meters and in angular degrees. Also, I can't give you a drawing or a photo of the state of my soul when I do it. Only shooting many times in the target, which isn't visible, one day you will hit. Then you will fail many times else, after this you will hit the target again. And you will hit more and more often, till you will succeed failure-free all the way.
-As well as I've understood, there are three things. The first: one must train new habits while thinking and get rid of the old ones. The second: to train the exact imagination and the capability to interpret seen picture more exact. The third: by the way of the trial and error I have to adjust an appropriate condition of mind to succeed, which still I don't know, haven't I?
-There is a very good compliment for an apprentice if I say that I'm easy with him. You have understood the theme right, but missed one thing.
-What a thing?
-The technology of safety.
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