Albert wide open the door with a sharp movement. There were no any accomplices. The stranger overstepped into, pronouncing surely and clearly:
-The peace to your home, - then he bowed slightly, putting the cell phone into the large pocket of his blue robe and setting the walking stick in the corner. - Now I have to introduce myself: old man Paul, you may call me just Paul. I prefer to adhere to simple manners and would be happy if you too. Do you have the custom to change shoes, entering?
-It's not necessary. Outside it's dry and clean now. Just come in, please, - said Nadya, then smiled and turning to her husband:
-Alik, don't forget to propose the chair to the guest, however it seems, you are flying somewhere in the clouds.
The wife was happy, because instead all the things in her mind, she imagined one picture worse than another, the guest was similar to nothing of them. However, Albert was wondering more and here's why: there was no doubt that he spoke on the phone only with this old man, the voice was the same. But it was astonished, that the stranger who looks like so outdated, as if he has appeared from another epoch, it's possible, from an epoch, which is similar to the XIX century, but he so well understood Albert's speaking. Albert's manner to speak was a little intricate, a little with slang, modern also a little intelligent, and the old man, understanding all this, answered him opportunely. Regarding to the level of conversation, old Paul would outdo not only his contemporaries, but also Albert's peers. It was in a large contrast to the most foolish layer population who had survived the Great Terror, being at the conscious age. Still on the phone the old man understood him, but speaking with his peers, Albert would have to simplify, to decipher, to explain, just to rub every sentence, because they would get lost even in such terms as right and left. At the same time even there wasn't any shadow of the communistiс domineering gloss in the guise of the stranger. He would look compatible and harmonious with a lot of the landscapes of the wild nature; he would look naturally against the background of forests, fields, mountains, spending a night near the campfire, walking along a winding and very very long unpaved road, it's possible, the road as long as all his life, where he would undergo the severe caresses of the terrestrial nature, sometimes praying or meditating. However, in an office of any soviet institution he would look like a polar bear in the Caribbean sea. His movements were sure and young, his look was expressive and animate; if to dye his hair and hide his wrinkles, he would look like a man forty year old, but being without embellishment he looked that he had overstepped the sixty year old mark long ago.
-Well, sit down, old Paul, be my guest, - pronounced Albert without any irony, coming into the kitchen and extending the chair to him.
-I came while the presence of the hostess intentionally, - the stranger started, looking at Nadia. Because if I come when you are alone, this would look like we intend to do something suspect thing. A few things I can tell you in her presence, but not all.
-I don't keep secrets from her.
Looking at him, the old man has given to understand, that he doesn't believe. Nadezhda failed to remark something, because he has done this quickly and carefully. Right away his face took the previous expression.
-Something must be kept in secret from her, just for her security.
-Excuse me, I'm going to interrupt you, - suddenly Nadia started to talk. - Does this relate somehow to my friend Svetlana or to her boyfriend's business?
-I swear that not at all. This situation, which you are afraid of, it can be overcome lightly, like a bothersome gnat.
-However, talking with you, Alik said Sveta's name.
-I'll tell you where is the point. May I tell you all in turn? I've come here not to take, but to give something. I am sick with a fatal and incurable disease, sooner or later everyone of you will be sick with this disease.
The listeners pricked up their ears.
-This disease is called the oldness.
There was a sigh of relief. Albert understood that the old man is right. And he felt a little annoyance against himself, that he never guessed from such a paradoxical point, also from such an accurate point of view to take a look at the being.
-Let the hostess doesn't think, as if I hide from answers. Sveta's turn will come. But firstly about the life. About the terrestrial life. Certainly, I've learnt many things during my life, but this is not enough for the Buddha's level. Quite possible my view on the terrestrial life differs from your one, but we are similar in one point: THE TERRESTRIAL LIFE CONTINUES TO INTRIGUE US. It was recommended to the most of people by most experienced teachers to adhere that level of the development, where they are, but to take their time and not to pretend Buddha or Christ.
The terrestrial life intrigues me as the most interesting spectacle. For example, I consider the suicide like throwing the chess pieces off the board at the most interesting instant of the game. And apparently, God considers the same. If the Creator doesn't wish to continue this interesting game, the suicide wouldn't be a sin. And those knowledges, which I gained with such a great effort, if I take them away into the eternity, into the information field, without enabling them to come to light on the Earth, this divine game will lose a few interesting moves. The conclusion is simple: I must share my some secret knowledge with someone.
The Lord gave us such wonderful intellect, the intuition, not in order to find an invaluable treasure and to give this treasure to the first passerby, but it is able to become a terrible weapon in anybody's hand.
So, hostess, you may be proud of your husband. He proved to be the most right person from the very large lot of people. He alone from the large lot of people is worthy being my successor, whom I should bequeath this great secret doctrine. To make such conclusion, I had to learn about him very much, it's possible, even more, than he himself knows. To know about him, one has to know about all his entourage, in the first place about you, about his parents, also about your friends. I know dark-haired Sveta, quick-sighted Valia and freckled Lena. I know what takes place Tolik's cooperative, he is Sveta's boyfriend. And I will help to solve this problem. What about the secret doctrine, one may compare it with the nuclear bomb. It brings both: a great power and ability, but if don't treat it carefully, then it would bring the great danger.
-How did you succeed to check such large quantity of the people? - Albert asked.
-Also there in the underground. You and a few persons else succeeded to pass quite a simple test: MY HYPNOSIS DID NOT INFLUENCE ON THEM. I inspired people as if I and the box didn't exist. The people who put the money into the box did it mechanically, without thinking, and they put in such a quantity, which afterwards wouldn't be remarked. I know and possess much more effective ways to gain the money, but my principal target was to test a great lot of people during the week. To be able not to succumb to hypnosis, this is the most valuable capability. If all the humanity possesses it, no communism and no fascism would be possible. Even nobody would can crucify Christ, because in that case they would know what they did, and the initiators of the execution would turn out in the minority. But in fact, they didn't know what they did, but instead them someone other knew this. During all such cases the crowds were in a state of the mass psychosis. A distorted perception of the reality was suggested them long ago and is suggested them in our epoch. But to suggest it to you is practically impossible.
-However, why had I fainted?
-I switched off your consciousness. This is much more easily, than to suggest some rubbish. I had to stop you, otherwise you could have messed things, and as a result, in the press a few of the publications would appear about anomalies in the metro, and this would be very malapropos.
-But what is that cop would disable me with his official stick?
-In such a case he would lose balance and would fall not quite successfully. Not fatal, but he would not can stand up during long time.
So you possess this great gift: IT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO SUGGEST A RUBBISH FOR YOU. And possessing this, you become worthy of possessing other gifts, which give the puissance. You would apply this great force not under anybody's influence, but only on your own initiative. So nobody would can use you in his targets, like a weapon.
-And what about those, the others who did not succumb to your hypnosis? There were a few persons else.
-Two of them were unstable. If they have the terrible weapon, then imagine what they are able to do, being in a passion! One of them is not clever enough. But here is the fourth, I took note of him. It may be, somewhen he will become your successor. He is inspiring, but still he is very young and without experience. The life will be teaching him a long time until he will reach your level, then one will may begin to work with him.
During the conversation, Nadezhda prepared the tea and listened to them with attention and astonishment. Already she has poured the tea into the cups for the three persons and after all she asked:
-Alik, why didn't you tell me about the metro?
-What for, is it to leave you in the painful meditation, either am I a crazy or a lucky contactor it is not known whom with?
-You could even tell me it gradually, in order I could gain an insight into.
-He himself yet only begins to gain an insight into, - interfered the old man.
The doorbell rang suddenly.
-This is Sveta. In the morning she said that will come.
-For the benefit of causes, in order she not to see me sooner, than in a high time, I'm going to hide in the bathroom. Is there someone who is against this?
-Nobody.
The old man grabbed the walking stick and came into the bathroom and turned on the water. But he didn't lock the door.
-How it's possible to hide by such a way! - Albert whispered with annoyance.
Finally the door was opened. This was Sveta really. Her facial expression was anxious.
-Hi. Oh, just I slid so unfortunately and I've soiled my hands. I'm going to wash them, - saying this, she headed to the bathroom.
Already it was late to stop her. In a mental manner they reproached themselves already, because they missed the instant and didn't say to Sveta to go to the kitchen, where is a faucet too. As if by inertia, they both rushed to the bathroom. Sveta was washing her hands as if nothing had happened and looked at them with astonishment. Excepting her there was nobody in the bathroom. And in the kitchen there were three incomplete cups of tea on the table. In an unnoticeable manner Nadia poured out the content of one of them and set the cup in the cupboard together with the saucer.
Next chapter: http://la-flagellation.blogspot.ru/2017/10/the-teleportation-part1-chapter-4-not.html
The original Russian text of the chapters from 1 to 3: http://www.proza.ru/2010/01/07/233
-The peace to your home, - then he bowed slightly, putting the cell phone into the large pocket of his blue robe and setting the walking stick in the corner. - Now I have to introduce myself: old man Paul, you may call me just Paul. I prefer to adhere to simple manners and would be happy if you too. Do you have the custom to change shoes, entering?
-It's not necessary. Outside it's dry and clean now. Just come in, please, - said Nadya, then smiled and turning to her husband:
-Alik, don't forget to propose the chair to the guest, however it seems, you are flying somewhere in the clouds.
The wife was happy, because instead all the things in her mind, she imagined one picture worse than another, the guest was similar to nothing of them. However, Albert was wondering more and here's why: there was no doubt that he spoke on the phone only with this old man, the voice was the same. But it was astonished, that the stranger who looks like so outdated, as if he has appeared from another epoch, it's possible, from an epoch, which is similar to the XIX century, but he so well understood Albert's speaking. Albert's manner to speak was a little intricate, a little with slang, modern also a little intelligent, and the old man, understanding all this, answered him opportunely. Regarding to the level of conversation, old Paul would outdo not only his contemporaries, but also Albert's peers. It was in a large contrast to the most foolish layer population who had survived the Great Terror, being at the conscious age. Still on the phone the old man understood him, but speaking with his peers, Albert would have to simplify, to decipher, to explain, just to rub every sentence, because they would get lost even in such terms as right and left. At the same time even there wasn't any shadow of the communistiс domineering gloss in the guise of the stranger. He would look compatible and harmonious with a lot of the landscapes of the wild nature; he would look naturally against the background of forests, fields, mountains, spending a night near the campfire, walking along a winding and very very long unpaved road, it's possible, the road as long as all his life, where he would undergo the severe caresses of the terrestrial nature, sometimes praying or meditating. However, in an office of any soviet institution he would look like a polar bear in the Caribbean sea. His movements were sure and young, his look was expressive and animate; if to dye his hair and hide his wrinkles, he would look like a man forty year old, but being without embellishment he looked that he had overstepped the sixty year old mark long ago.
-Well, sit down, old Paul, be my guest, - pronounced Albert without any irony, coming into the kitchen and extending the chair to him.
-I came while the presence of the hostess intentionally, - the stranger started, looking at Nadia. Because if I come when you are alone, this would look like we intend to do something suspect thing. A few things I can tell you in her presence, but not all.
-I don't keep secrets from her.
Looking at him, the old man has given to understand, that he doesn't believe. Nadezhda failed to remark something, because he has done this quickly and carefully. Right away his face took the previous expression.
-Something must be kept in secret from her, just for her security.
-Excuse me, I'm going to interrupt you, - suddenly Nadia started to talk. - Does this relate somehow to my friend Svetlana or to her boyfriend's business?
-I swear that not at all. This situation, which you are afraid of, it can be overcome lightly, like a bothersome gnat.
-However, talking with you, Alik said Sveta's name.
-I'll tell you where is the point. May I tell you all in turn? I've come here not to take, but to give something. I am sick with a fatal and incurable disease, sooner or later everyone of you will be sick with this disease.
The listeners pricked up their ears.
-This disease is called the oldness.
There was a sigh of relief. Albert understood that the old man is right. And he felt a little annoyance against himself, that he never guessed from such a paradoxical point, also from such an accurate point of view to take a look at the being.
-Let the hostess doesn't think, as if I hide from answers. Sveta's turn will come. But firstly about the life. About the terrestrial life. Certainly, I've learnt many things during my life, but this is not enough for the Buddha's level. Quite possible my view on the terrestrial life differs from your one, but we are similar in one point: THE TERRESTRIAL LIFE CONTINUES TO INTRIGUE US. It was recommended to the most of people by most experienced teachers to adhere that level of the development, where they are, but to take their time and not to pretend Buddha or Christ.
The terrestrial life intrigues me as the most interesting spectacle. For example, I consider the suicide like throwing the chess pieces off the board at the most interesting instant of the game. And apparently, God considers the same. If the Creator doesn't wish to continue this interesting game, the suicide wouldn't be a sin. And those knowledges, which I gained with such a great effort, if I take them away into the eternity, into the information field, without enabling them to come to light on the Earth, this divine game will lose a few interesting moves. The conclusion is simple: I must share my some secret knowledge with someone.
The Lord gave us such wonderful intellect, the intuition, not in order to find an invaluable treasure and to give this treasure to the first passerby, but it is able to become a terrible weapon in anybody's hand.
So, hostess, you may be proud of your husband. He proved to be the most right person from the very large lot of people. He alone from the large lot of people is worthy being my successor, whom I should bequeath this great secret doctrine. To make such conclusion, I had to learn about him very much, it's possible, even more, than he himself knows. To know about him, one has to know about all his entourage, in the first place about you, about his parents, also about your friends. I know dark-haired Sveta, quick-sighted Valia and freckled Lena. I know what takes place Tolik's cooperative, he is Sveta's boyfriend. And I will help to solve this problem. What about the secret doctrine, one may compare it with the nuclear bomb. It brings both: a great power and ability, but if don't treat it carefully, then it would bring the great danger.
-How did you succeed to check such large quantity of the people? - Albert asked.
-Also there in the underground. You and a few persons else succeeded to pass quite a simple test: MY HYPNOSIS DID NOT INFLUENCE ON THEM. I inspired people as if I and the box didn't exist. The people who put the money into the box did it mechanically, without thinking, and they put in such a quantity, which afterwards wouldn't be remarked. I know and possess much more effective ways to gain the money, but my principal target was to test a great lot of people during the week. To be able not to succumb to hypnosis, this is the most valuable capability. If all the humanity possesses it, no communism and no fascism would be possible. Even nobody would can crucify Christ, because in that case they would know what they did, and the initiators of the execution would turn out in the minority. But in fact, they didn't know what they did, but instead them someone other knew this. During all such cases the crowds were in a state of the mass psychosis. A distorted perception of the reality was suggested them long ago and is suggested them in our epoch. But to suggest it to you is practically impossible.
-However, why had I fainted?
-I switched off your consciousness. This is much more easily, than to suggest some rubbish. I had to stop you, otherwise you could have messed things, and as a result, in the press a few of the publications would appear about anomalies in the metro, and this would be very malapropos.
-But what is that cop would disable me with his official stick?
-In such a case he would lose balance and would fall not quite successfully. Not fatal, but he would not can stand up during long time.
So you possess this great gift: IT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO SUGGEST A RUBBISH FOR YOU. And possessing this, you become worthy of possessing other gifts, which give the puissance. You would apply this great force not under anybody's influence, but only on your own initiative. So nobody would can use you in his targets, like a weapon.
-And what about those, the others who did not succumb to your hypnosis? There were a few persons else.
-Two of them were unstable. If they have the terrible weapon, then imagine what they are able to do, being in a passion! One of them is not clever enough. But here is the fourth, I took note of him. It may be, somewhen he will become your successor. He is inspiring, but still he is very young and without experience. The life will be teaching him a long time until he will reach your level, then one will may begin to work with him.
During the conversation, Nadezhda prepared the tea and listened to them with attention and astonishment. Already she has poured the tea into the cups for the three persons and after all she asked:
-Alik, why didn't you tell me about the metro?
-What for, is it to leave you in the painful meditation, either am I a crazy or a lucky contactor it is not known whom with?
-You could even tell me it gradually, in order I could gain an insight into.
-He himself yet only begins to gain an insight into, - interfered the old man.
The doorbell rang suddenly.
-This is Sveta. In the morning she said that will come.
-For the benefit of causes, in order she not to see me sooner, than in a high time, I'm going to hide in the bathroom. Is there someone who is against this?
-Nobody.
The old man grabbed the walking stick and came into the bathroom and turned on the water. But he didn't lock the door.
-How it's possible to hide by such a way! - Albert whispered with annoyance.
Finally the door was opened. This was Sveta really. Her facial expression was anxious.
-Hi. Oh, just I slid so unfortunately and I've soiled my hands. I'm going to wash them, - saying this, she headed to the bathroom.
Already it was late to stop her. In a mental manner they reproached themselves already, because they missed the instant and didn't say to Sveta to go to the kitchen, where is a faucet too. As if by inertia, they both rushed to the bathroom. Sveta was washing her hands as if nothing had happened and looked at them with astonishment. Excepting her there was nobody in the bathroom. And in the kitchen there were three incomplete cups of tea on the table. In an unnoticeable manner Nadia poured out the content of one of them and set the cup in the cupboard together with the saucer.
Next chapter: http://la-flagellation.blogspot.ru/2017/10/the-teleportation-part1-chapter-4-not.html
The original Russian text of the chapters from 1 to 3: http://www.proza.ru/2010/01/07/233
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