Chapter 7. Olesya. Part 2. The teleportation.

          The next day, in the ninety-fifth anniversary of the great age friend, everyone was resting, drinking tea, beer, listened to music, watching cassettes. At night Albert had thought to "fly" in New-York to buy some strawberry. Olesya was eating the strawberry and marvelling, where the strawberry appeared from, in November, in the Krasnoyarsk hinterland. She already started to take seriously an idea, as if her old lover is a wizard. Bud she didn't understand why she remembered as Jesus Christ had fed five thousand people in a miraculous way. The old man already wasn't embarrassed to tell to Nadazhda, also, he had told to Albert a few days before that he spanked Olesya with switch almost every day and this fact facilitated also her successful teaching.
          The old man familiarized with her last summer in the street. It was cold, but she sat in a sad mood in a yard of a town, situated on the Abakan railway branch.
          -Well, wench, - joked he, as usually he joked with girls met by chance, - what about to get the belt? - After this, he always watched the reaction to his words. It seemed, this time he has hit the target.
          -If you feed me, you might spank me much as you want, but tie me before. Likely you see, I'm tired and cold.
          -However, to get this, you have to ride far by train, then to hop by bus during six hours.
          -All the same, where to go. Get me out of here.
          As usual, he was strangely dressed. Travelling with a look like that and with a young girl, he may provoke suspicions.
          -In such a case, be standing near this entrance, but don't come in. I'll change, come out and we leave. In one hour and a half there is a local train leaves for Krasnoyarsk.
          -Why I cannot come in, even in the entrance? I'm just so cold!
          -Be patient only five minutes more. We have to act so. Also the apartment is not mine. What is the matter, you are afraid of cold, but regarding spanking you aren't?
          -From my point, spanking is better than cold. It would be better three times a day to get a belt, instead, to have those scoundrels are nearby.
          -But I supposed, as if you yourself has run away from home, because your parents spanked you.
          -I have no parents. I'm from the children's home.
          -So wait for a little while: I'll be back at once.
          Paul has run into the entrance of a building, leaving the girl lonely in the cold street. He quickly teleported in home, changed and returned on an upper floor of the house. His new acquaintance sobbed, pushing with her face into the heating radiator wasn't working in the cold summer.
          -Why are you crying? Is that you really thought as if I deceive you?
          She turned bask, smiled through tear and suddenly hugged him, began to kiss and sobbed again.
          -Do with me you want, if only you take me away from here! Do you see? - she stopped crying again, - I didn't obey you; you forbade me to come in the entrance, but I did. Will you spank me for this?
          -Yes, if you want it. I only want you take and hide me.
          -Let's then come now to the railway station.
          It was morning, but he brought his new girlfriend at home only in the dead of the night. Hungry like a wolf, she greedily devoured American delicacies and fell asleep right at the table.
          In the morning, for reasons to be undercover, he led her not to the village bath, but through her helping he was heating the water, then had washed her at home.
          -Now dress yourself. For a while be like this, afterwards I will give new clothes as a gift.
          -Nevertheless, you promised.
          -What?
          -To spank me.
          Paul never supposed that after the teleportation, the destiny so would generously endow him once more. He got that the girl doesn't joke, though she attempts to introduce everything in a playful manner.
          -So wait for me for a while.
          Immediately after coming out, he teleported into the district center and bought a jump-rope. He returned soon, but for this short while the girl still didn't put on her underpants after washing.
          -Ah, you have a jump-rope! - she exclaimed. - In the children's home they led us into the teacher's room and spanked with the same jump-rope, as a punishment. 
          -However, you had fled because of this, hadn't you?
          -I had fled... I'll tell you why later.
          -Don't you afraid of spanking?
          -A little.
          -Then lie down on the bed. Next time you will ponder what to ask about.
          Lowering his head, Olesya dawdled to the bed, humbly gave to tie herself. The old man was spanking her for a long while, but not very strongly and when she began to shout louder, he stopped and demanded in order she would be biting the pillow. When the spanking was over, he took off all his clothes and was possessing her without untying. The old man being an almost century old, he fell in love with the girl fifteen years old, like a boy. In this mortal life the most terrible thing may occur to him, he only would lose this house if now she runs away to call the neighbors and the militia, and he will have only to wander the world, never returning here. In that case he calculated to find a harbor for the rest of the life in a warm country where it never gets winter. Here he has committed a sin now, and this is much worse.
          However, as soon as he untied her she started so expressively and touching to tell him that she loves him that it has been solved. There wasn't any sin. It is the love. The love! This is a God's gift and refusing this gift would be a real sin. All the even more. Olesya became very joyful after learning that now she may live at home of the new lover however long. She will try to study. He will punish her often and painful. Such a life has been always her best dream.
          Olesya vaguely remembered her parents. Some room was there. There were a homemade swing hung in the doorway. One day she fell from it and cried. She felt a fear and loneliness. But a very good woman ran up to her. She named her "mom". She had held her in her hands, petted and calmed her down and she got so good then! Now, that life seemed vague one, like a dream she had very long ago. She didn't see such good people never again. Regarding something good in her life, there were: the lovely sun, the beautiful spring grass and trees in the local grove, where she came running from time to time as if to a friend with a shoulder to cry on. She believed some great Friend is behind all this. He is the only who is able to hear and understand her. He is good as kind as her mom from that very remote childish dream. He is sad when she does something wrong and sooner or later He will help her to leave this house where was no friends, but only enemies and fools. Of course, it was impossible to see this great Friend, however Olesya didn't doubt He exists.
          She wasn't told about her parents. Only recently truthful rumors began to reach her, that her father was jailed as if for the hooliganism (that epoch very many people were jailed for the hooliganism, very often without being deserved) and soon her mother, being in the surge of despair threw herself into the deep river. People didn't succeed to save her in time. Also, Olesya heard as if when her father got out of jail, he committed awful atrocities to revenge, almost as if a few dismemberment murders, but maybe this is an exaggeration.
          Olesya was an assiduous and able pupil, however, being a little minx although rarely , but still sometimes she deserved spanking in the teacher's room. At first, like the rest of children, she was afraid of spanking and avoided it. But soon enough she began to see in it something, either a pleasant one, or something exalted but inexplicable, even an adult person unlikely could give a clear explanation. She shared her ideas with nobody, also, they didn't burden her. At the day time, among the lessons or games she forgot them. Only in the evening, sometimes it was pleasant to remember she was spanked a month ago, she screeched from pain and begged pardon. Also, she dreamed to be spanked by the young singing teacher, but he was never assigned to such a task. There was a janitor who was assigned to spank guilty children led by a schoolmaster. That was a strict and lean woman, wearing glasses, about forty years old. Evenings, daydreaming in the bed about the subject, Olesya planned how to deserve a new punishment.
          So, she often took the blame of other girls, even boys. Also, she herself often violated very strict rules. It would seem, developing such a profile of some kind of "desperado", also, taking the blame of other pupils, she should become an everybody's favorite in the class. But not to be. She dared to differ. She dared to dream unusual subjects, but it was forbidden, in fact. The reason was even not in the sex. She never shared her sexual inclinations with no one. She herself still didn't know, why, since nine years old all the people at school began to hate her.
          She noticed then only two facts. The first: she wasn't at all interested to communicate with schoolboys and schoolgirls. The second: she constantly was reproached that she cannot live in the collective. However, what they wanted from her, nobody never explained her. However, the reason was quite simple: simply and clearly to explain such things, nobody's mouth would dare let say. If someone dared, soon he would turn out in the similar situation. Everyone might mean these ideas, but not to say aloud. This would sound in the following manner: "It is ordered to everyone to be similar each other in our state. No one dares to differ, but you did. You look smarter than the rest in spite of the fact that you must be like everyone, not only to look from outside, but also from inside, because the inner world of a person may be seen, though it's not always possible to express this in words. How to do it, that's your problem. If you can, you will live like everyone normal people. If you cannot, you will perish; not at once, but gradually. At first, being without means to support yourself and with a bad reputation, then you will go to the prisons and mental hospitals. And our glorious collective will facilitate these events".
          All the way, she returned to thoughts about herself, what a wrong she does. She sought and sought this evil inside herself, but found nothing. She may complain about her destiny only turning to that invisible Friend, also ask for advice from him. He was the only, she could be frank with, even if he didn't answer her, thought maybe he answered, but in an incomprehensible language of the symbols and destinies, but she still hasn't learned this "language". Then she began to guess that this Friend likely is the same God. She prayed Him. One day she ran to the church, but was disappointed. She imagined God at all not like the local old women. Only in a few years later, after reading in the Gospel of John: "I no longer call you servants, because a servant does not know his master’s business. Instead, I have called you friends, for everything that I learned from my Father I have made known to you" (John 15: 15) , she had sobbed and repented. Really, Jesus Christ was the same "Friend". She recognized in Him a Person she tried to communicate. He was hated in the same manner by people. One of the best friends betrayed Him to be crucified. He already answered her issue two thousand years ago: “If the world hates you, keep in mind that it hated me first. 19 If you belonged to the world, it would love you as its own. As it is, you do not belong to the world, but I have chosen you out of the world. That is why the world hates you". (John 15: 19)
          She started to seek a  reason of her unusual passion in the Gospel, but didn't find. She understood that she will not listen to people anymore. However, it was interesting, what her new friend might answer her question, the man, old Paul.
          -Here I tell you, my love! Christ has such an utterance: “I have much more to say to you, more than you can now bear". And when you cannot find the answer your question, remember, Christ has a universal answer every question: A tree is known by its fruits.
          And at that time in the children's house Olesya, being persecuted and despised by everyone, in addition to the mental communication with the "Friend", she started to seek a love, about which it is so much told in the poems and is sung in the songs. When her situation became to seem a desperate one, suddenly, for her part she began to realize that she has nothing to lose now, therefore she is able everything now.
          What is the love, the schoolgirls giggled at this matter and the schoolboys were whispering in the school toilet, taking a drag with cheap cigarettes. It was impossible to understand something. It was told about the same matter, either as about the greatest goodness, or as about the greatest vileness, with dirty discourse and curse words.
          And one day in one of these evenings with feeling of the hopelessness and connected with it "omnipotence", because there is nothing to lose, she had given herself to a lad, seventeen years old, who lived nearby. She was only thirteen. In this warm evening, hearing mosquitos' buzz, she allowed at first to caress, hug and kiss herself, then to undress and deflower. She was happy, however, something was not enough. "Is this a love?" - she asked herself and at once answered: "If it isn't, then what a this?"
          After obtaining he wanted, her "lover" soon reported to the familiar bumpkins about the "win" again. Instead the respect, they derided him: "Is it really you have ended up with this bonkers wench, isn't it? She is a nut!" In answer, he had a grudge, not against them, but against her. And one evening, coming to a date he led a few drunk buddies with him. When she understood in full what a thing takes place, it was late, it had already been impossible to run away. All of them creepy desecrated her in turn, but when they were going to shove a bottle inside her, she doesn't remember, in what way she succeeded to do it: she broke the bottle, cutting the throat of one of the scoundrels. He almost was late to be brought to the hospital by Ambulance to save him from the deathly bleeding.
          Former connections helped to the former butcher's son, whose father worked in the grocery store. Also, they refused to charge Olesya of an attempt to assassinate, otherwise they had to demonstrate the shameful incident in front of the whole town. Just they didn't let bring action and covered up. Also, the attempt to bring Olesya into the mental hospital had failed. There were gossips, as if a local human rights advocate said something in public and as a result the called psychiatrist became aware, if he finds this girl to be crazy, he can embarrass himself, that's to make a fool of himself, and he decided not to risk.
          Olesya even ceased to be punished in the teachers' room. The adult people ceased at all to pay her attention and the her age girls sometimes jumped her to beat; but they beat her lightly, more in order to insult. The adult people even didn't want to hear about her.
          Yet before the acquaintance with that scum, Olesya succeeded to conserve a little money to buy a jump-rope. Rarely she could seclude and spank herself with it. One day she had read about Francis of Assisi, who whipped himself until blood, then he mixed the blood with snow and after building snowmen from the red snow, she said: "That's my children".
          "Perhaps, he was the same as I am", - the girl thought. And after that case the scums had desecrated her, she thought as if she have better to fall in another love, to whip herself with jump-rope, suffering and enjoying at the same time.
          One day one woman of the teachers had caught her doing this and to her surprise she not only let her go without any penalty, but also didn't report this event in front of the rest of the teenagers. Of course, other teachers and the school administration were informed. They were whispering to each other, and if Olesya accidentally appeared in front of them, they pointedly turned to her, gawked at her going wide eyes, staring as at a wild beast, then continued to be whispering again. How ugly they look in such instants, how they are similar to the worst characters they themselves condemned, during watching the movies and soap operas on TV, but they never thought about this. However, if they realize in full their piggish essence, maybe they would hang themselves because of the repugnance to themselves. Once by chance she heard from the head teacher's mouth, such statements: "Let her rather leave us! Here, how it was under Stalin: "No man, no problem", she would be brought in an appropriate place, that is in the prison camp, under Brezhnev - into the mental hospital. But now we have to bother.
          She began to run away from time to time to vagabond, picking bottles to get a little money for them. Once nearby the railway station, she had met a passable businessman and gave herself to him for the fifty dollars. However, after this the local sluts from the station persecuted her throughout the city, and then she hardly succeeded to go away from the persecution. That time she left for Novosibirsk, but the money was not enough for a long while. After buying the mosquito repellents she lived in the nature for a while and was happy. At night, she tried herself the flexible rods of different trees and the nettle. However, when the money was over, she had to return.
          Then a following escape took place and finally she found a friend among the people, who was as if a stranger from the past century and also possessed magic talents. But the main thing, he was her type, he was a carrier of the same bizarre passion, he was the first her real friend among the people and revealed to her so many new things, if compare, before, she knew less than a tenth of that knowledge she knows now. Even if she stays alone, with this knowledge she possesses, she has a chance to survive even in Russia. Regarding the survival in America or in other free countries, one may don't worry, it is guaranteed.
          Still in the given moment she worried not about herself, but about her lover who is almost one hundred years old. Even about young husbands, their age-mates wives don't worry to such an extent. She was ready many times to please herself with her hand to give herself to him more rarely, not to tire him, not to damage his precious health. He knew the price of such gifts of the destiny too. Hardly someone he knew, has the luck, as he has now. Even being forty years old no one had the similar luck. In addition, there is such a perfect blend of their whims! Also, he knew, in spite of his great age, he represents for her not the less valuable gift. From the common people, no one would believe in the disinterestedness of Olesya's love, seeing them together as lovers. Still, if he believes, he automatically would tag her like a crazy. The only Albert understood and admired. Even Nadya started to understand something and today, she more tolerantly considered them than yesterday. She couldn't explain, but now she understood that Olesya prefers old Paul more than young Albert, in fact. Even if she seduces her husband once more, then only to be spanked long and painful.
          She attempted to imagine as if Albert would sleep with all her friends: if he has climbed on the girl fifteen years old, why he would give up these women? She attempted to imagine as if Albert dumps her after falling in love with one of the three potential rivals. She failed to create such a thing in her imagination. It would be not him. And the old telepath just right has remarked concerning her thoughts:
          -Nadya, don't worry. Albert didn't cheat you. This wasn't a betrayal. He is not a cheater, but a tester. He needs to touch everything with his hands, to sample. Remember, even in childhood, he shoved tweezers into the power socket.
          Everyone smiled. The celebration of the birthday came to the end. Tomorrow was planned a work: to check how are wife's friends and to spy on the "spies".

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