There were bloody cataclysms, which mowed people down in the like the plague epidemics in the middle ages and then they had cooled, sparkling goodbye with two murderous suns above Japan. The so called "socialist camp" was icebound with cold ice of the lifelessness. At first sight, in the street you could see sometimes smiling, even laughing people who were talking animatedly. However, this has been zombies. They thought in the same manner, they were dressed in the same manner, even they chose in the same manner the sexual partners. Those who didn't want or could not be identical, were gradually destroyed, but now it took place by another way and unnoticeable. The bullying at school, the bullying in the army, the loss of work, pushing on the lowest steps of the social ladder, occasional fatal conflicts, the madhouses, the prison camps, which are hotbeds of the homosexual rapes, the spreading public opinion, which promotes the godlessness, the aggression, the drunkenness, and in the case of some life failures the suicide. All this was in its essence arranged traps skillfully for those who had dared to express a dissent, but after arranging the traps, the hunter may put his gun aside and rest.
Like a flashlight in pitch darkness, also the Khrushchev's "Thaw" had served as the same contrast, as if emphasizing the inviolability and imperishability of the glacial public order. The apocalyptic evil made a deal: making some concessions, it gained in return the calmness and order. A lot of misguided people thought that it has been forever. Even a lot of them thought that the people live so everywhere, and the countries blame each other for small things, like the rivals do, but in fact, being the same. But really, this apparent monumental equilibrium was like a rotten stump. And here finally, because of the almost imperceptible life movement this "stump" had begun to fall apart.
The fresh breath of the life rushed outwards, breaking the erstwhile barriers, as the spring grass breaks the asphalt. The end of the hopelessness and despair! Eventually one may live as he likes; to love in characteristic of your own nature, to trade and to do business freely, to open a private company and don't be considered as a criminal because of this. A very large part of the people were embraced by the most positive expectations, and that's natural. Also in spring if the thermometer goes above +5, it seems the summer is beginning. Also a person who has received a good prize, he imagines himself as Rotshild.
However the evil wasn't going to leave. While a lot of people rejoiced at the changes and freely traded everywhere, it sought feverishly the new forms of its staying in this part of the Earth. It wasn't difficult, because there were enough the examples in the conditions of the free western business either in the South of the Italy, that is in Sicily, or among the most backward national diasporas in New-York. In the territory of the former USSR the human material was very much spoiled by the red-fascist slavery, and in was simply perfect for new experimentation. Gradually all the country began to turn into a kind of the national shanty town. The division of the territory took place. Everyone who did a business, he has to pay to so called "bandit roof", representatives of which in their essence were as soldiers without uniform of the some illegal formation, which somewhere performed as safety functions and somewhere they performed the punitive ones. Above them there were corrupt local officials and the former employees of the disbanded divisions of the KGB, and the last of them were admirable instructors of the violence and punitive actions, because it was their specialty.
The state was washing its hands. Now it may be considered like a democratic one, regarded as a country giving hope of the correction from the point of view of the advanced Western countries, also now the possibility appeared to use the west credits more and to use other benefits of the improving international relations. However, the dirty work, because of which the country wouldn't be admitted at all to world civilized community, now this work was carried out by so called bandits. Thanks to these groups, not only money went above. Also, they helped to keep all the business under control - here is what was so important for the customs of the serfdom in this country, where traditionally the people were afraid and hated the free self-respecting persons. These last could create a lot of independent companies without all the dirt of the Russian business, which well hampers economic development. Due to this absence of dirt, they would get ahead sharply, abandoning on the margins a great lot of the snobby retards, making them a laughing stock in front of the whole world, but a person who is not lazy, who has the hands to do and the head to think, he could live in the contentment and prosperity without any doubts. It would be the end of the Russian-soviet local kinglets, so there was ideas against the West, which were thrown to the narrow persons.
The brightest and most advanced undertakings in the West, reaching the Soviet borders, they were subjected to a monstrous transformation, and being distorted beyond recognition, they became caricatures of themselves. It is enough the only example with the "Herbalife", if compare how many people were qualified for the "World Team" in the USA, Germany and Israel, but in Russia - not a single one! - according to several issues of the magazine "Herbalife today" in the 1995.
Here is why the patriotic card was played out so passionately. The communists, which in the first play worshiped the idol of the "Motherland" and only after this - Lenin, they not only were not persecuted, but even there wasn't a normal trial against them, as in Nuremberg, in order for ever to shackle to the pillory the cannibalistic doctrine whom fruit had turned out to be an incredible genocide.
The apocalyptic evil in the former USSR needed to satisfy two conditions: the first one, in order the global community would tolerate it; second one: to keep the positions as much as possible. However, it had to make concessions as in the 1956, also in the 1991, and not small, and so called democracy, in spite of all its uglinesses it was much better than the former bacchanal of the Soviet power. Until "summer" it still was far, but the "winter" already had been over. More likely it was "an early spring".
The not very conspicuous war between "bandit roofs" for the sphere of influence was being over gradually ended, and the question who should be above these "roofs", was solved by the higher authorities. A group who dares to do the nasty without agreeing from above, it would immediately be crushed by the OMON, and a destiny of these people at the best wouldn't differ from a destiny of a thief who has arrived in an unknown city and was caught while pick-pocketing.
In the epoch of Brezhnev, Colonel worked in the capacity of investigator, captain of the militia in the Mordovian ASSR. His maniacal passion to become a colonel caused the nickname, which one can see not so rare. There are many innocent victims on his conscience, a lot of years spent in the prison camps without guilty by various unfortunate people. A lot of those who didn't want to take the blame for a crime, which they did not commit, were maimed by him and his colleagues. This helped him to feel his authority, to enjoy it. Also, this helped him to rush to greater power. This passion drowned out in him all the rest, all the human ones. Because of the such a way of life, sometimes bouts of the mental anguish embraced him, hopeless and incomprehensible. Sometimes he succeeded to neutralize this anguish, using a demonstration of his power above the detained. In spite of his false pride and showy polish, he was very unhappy and made others unhappy too.
In the years of the perestroika, at first timidly, but then confidently, the things began being called by their proper names. It was unexpected for himself, however, he was brought out into open. During working in the militia he managed to steal a lot and to acquire some connections, which now became him very useful. However, the greatest thing, what almighty patrons could do for him, this is to help him not to spend a very long time in the prison camps. He understood not at once that a proposal to leave the job and to leave from Mordovia for good, was greatest benefit and rescue for him. However, relatively quickly he understood it. Also, one of high-ranking guy, whom father was a torturer in Lubyanka too, one day drinking the cognac together, clarified him that the perestroika backward is impossible. He himself began to guess, even if it is some moving back, then it will be nothing similar to the past. One must seek his place, before it will be too late, to take an own niche in the changed situation.
After selling flat in Saransk, Colonel bought a dacha near Moscow. Naturally, not without help from above, he was appointed as a brigadier of one of the bandit "roofs". In this well-paying place, he accumulated money for an apartment in Podlipki and firmly settled down near Moscow, nibbling off one tidbit after another. The protectors straightened him if he went too far, they alluded where and what one can and what cannot, and already long ago he had learnt to understand what they meant. In turn, he tried to be useful for his patrons, but even without this they felt intuitively that he is their insider. He understood clearly that almost anything is allowed for him. The only line he had not to cross, that's to trouble the public opinion, but he didn't need it. The public already got used to the shots, during the division of the territory. If he or his accomplices disported with the girls, the victims were selected on several grounds, and the main of them was a fact, the victim herself pretended, as if she came in with the invitation to amuse, because she was without complexes and choose a reasonable option, after which wolves are sated and sheep are intact, and she understood that it would be meaningless and useless to report or resist. Objectively, it wouldn't be right to consider these events as grave crimes, because the most of the victims felt only a small moral discomfort. But it was quite another thing if a victim considered her life spoiled after the case. As a rule such girls were visiting in Moscow from different provinces. In such a case she was made to drink either vodka or cheap drugs, or usual sleeping tablets and thrown out of the car on a road, enough far from their den. However, when a girl of a nation, the people of which who are able to hold his own, she was caught up in their nets, Colonel became obstinate. This provoked him. He decided to show to all people around, but in turn to himself that there can be no exceptions for his authority. But just in case, in order not create a superfluous problem, he has murdered the victim at the same time with the recalcitrant competitor.
Working with stolen documents, Paul learnt that 90% of the initiative issued from Colonel, that is to grab the profitable places, using the violence and threats. He was protected by quite influential people from the MIA of Russia. In spite of the fact they did not care, in what order the money mixed below, because all the same this money was flowing into their hand, however, they had not any wish to their beloved dog, who served them well, would be offended by anyone. And if their child takes away other children's toys, wherever possible, then let him amuse.
Paul understood that he was lucky very much, but regretted, because he got lucky, but a very high price: the innocent girl's life was ruined. He could destroy this man in any case. For example, to set on them against each other how he did before and not once. He was sorry that as if he would shoot sparrows from a cannon. Only by the age of seventy he realized, he was meant to be a scout, a secret agent more than an actor. He understood, according to his vocation, he had the best to be born in the medieval Japan, in the clans Iga or Koga, he could there become a ninja at the high level. However, God decided otherwise, and that meant that he had better to be so, he needed this experience more than another, which, in spite of this, seemed more attractive and more appropriate. All the same, it was a little bore, because in cases, which he could be a professional and succeed only with empty hands, but he had to apply such a powerful remedy, using it, it was possible to turn over the world.
However, he was consoled by the fact that he has missions more difficult in the close future. To teach Albert not only the teleportation, this was easy, but also to make him an agent of the alive world who would be penetrated into this world of the fool and vile people. Also Olesya. Only because of the memory of her name he became younger. As yet he must not to teach her the teleportation, but after his death, she has to be able to defend herself, then she will have better can find another lover. Let him be old if she likes so, but not a fool and not a traitor. At any cost, while he is alive, he has to make her a US citizen. However, he could teleport only being alone. The old man didn't know the mechanism he used. Likely the aura around him took with him his clothes and all small things, which were in his big pockets, including the cellular, even the axe. But any person could not be taken together, even embracing. It was impossible to take with him a big suitcase. As a last resort it was possible, for example, teleport in New-York, leaving the hand keeping the suitcase in the Krasnoyarsk region, then either leave the suitcase and get the hand free, or return back in full, without leaving the suitcase. It was impossible to teleport together with another person or big things.
The old man thought about all this, performing the boring work. Using the collected data, he was composing a text to help the perished girl's relatives to commit an action of the just retribution. There are a lot of his fingerprints on the text. So he xeroxed it and didn't touch it with his hands anymore, only being gloved, but more often he underlaid other paper. Already he rewrote the terrible cassette a few times. The original was returned in its place long ago. When all the data was ready to transmit, as usual, he was going to say goodbye to Olesya, he said that leaves for one place and will return at midnight. She knew nothing about the teleportation and thought that Paul visits the taiga it's unclear why. She was astonished, how he finds a time to communicate with some gangs. She thought as if all this nidus, how the old man said, is situated in Krasnoyarsk. However, even to leave for Krasnoyarsk in the early morning by the public transport and return at midnight would be a problem. She thought he uses the passing cars for money. Her old and "cool" lover didn't hide a fact that he has bundles of money in his pockets. The landscapes in the movie didn't provoke her suspicion. At least, Paul could influence the situation through friends, which she didn't know.
It would be no good for her to appear in the sight of the inhabitants of the village. They could connect with the militia and she could be returned by force in the children's home, where she would be abused by all kinds of scoundrels again. Without wishing to stay at home in such good weather, he asked to walk in the taiga. The old man led her out through a secret gate. The fence in the back of the yard divided the yard from the forest. There was an imperceptible gate in the fence. She had seen his pockets were full today. After walking a mile, they said goodbye and the old man strictly forbid her to continue following him. In five minutes as he went away, she still decided to follow him. She ran silently in the direction he could be, but the old man Paul disappeared, like he never existed.
Next chapter: http://la-flagellation.blogspot.ru/2017/11/the-teleportation-part-1-chapter-12.html
Like a flashlight in pitch darkness, also the Khrushchev's "Thaw" had served as the same contrast, as if emphasizing the inviolability and imperishability of the glacial public order. The apocalyptic evil made a deal: making some concessions, it gained in return the calmness and order. A lot of misguided people thought that it has been forever. Even a lot of them thought that the people live so everywhere, and the countries blame each other for small things, like the rivals do, but in fact, being the same. But really, this apparent monumental equilibrium was like a rotten stump. And here finally, because of the almost imperceptible life movement this "stump" had begun to fall apart.
The fresh breath of the life rushed outwards, breaking the erstwhile barriers, as the spring grass breaks the asphalt. The end of the hopelessness and despair! Eventually one may live as he likes; to love in characteristic of your own nature, to trade and to do business freely, to open a private company and don't be considered as a criminal because of this. A very large part of the people were embraced by the most positive expectations, and that's natural. Also in spring if the thermometer goes above +5, it seems the summer is beginning. Also a person who has received a good prize, he imagines himself as Rotshild.
However the evil wasn't going to leave. While a lot of people rejoiced at the changes and freely traded everywhere, it sought feverishly the new forms of its staying in this part of the Earth. It wasn't difficult, because there were enough the examples in the conditions of the free western business either in the South of the Italy, that is in Sicily, or among the most backward national diasporas in New-York. In the territory of the former USSR the human material was very much spoiled by the red-fascist slavery, and in was simply perfect for new experimentation. Gradually all the country began to turn into a kind of the national shanty town. The division of the territory took place. Everyone who did a business, he has to pay to so called "bandit roof", representatives of which in their essence were as soldiers without uniform of the some illegal formation, which somewhere performed as safety functions and somewhere they performed the punitive ones. Above them there were corrupt local officials and the former employees of the disbanded divisions of the KGB, and the last of them were admirable instructors of the violence and punitive actions, because it was their specialty.
The state was washing its hands. Now it may be considered like a democratic one, regarded as a country giving hope of the correction from the point of view of the advanced Western countries, also now the possibility appeared to use the west credits more and to use other benefits of the improving international relations. However, the dirty work, because of which the country wouldn't be admitted at all to world civilized community, now this work was carried out by so called bandits. Thanks to these groups, not only money went above. Also, they helped to keep all the business under control - here is what was so important for the customs of the serfdom in this country, where traditionally the people were afraid and hated the free self-respecting persons. These last could create a lot of independent companies without all the dirt of the Russian business, which well hampers economic development. Due to this absence of dirt, they would get ahead sharply, abandoning on the margins a great lot of the snobby retards, making them a laughing stock in front of the whole world, but a person who is not lazy, who has the hands to do and the head to think, he could live in the contentment and prosperity without any doubts. It would be the end of the Russian-soviet local kinglets, so there was ideas against the West, which were thrown to the narrow persons.
The brightest and most advanced undertakings in the West, reaching the Soviet borders, they were subjected to a monstrous transformation, and being distorted beyond recognition, they became caricatures of themselves. It is enough the only example with the "Herbalife", if compare how many people were qualified for the "World Team" in the USA, Germany and Israel, but in Russia - not a single one! - according to several issues of the magazine "Herbalife today" in the 1995.
Here is why the patriotic card was played out so passionately. The communists, which in the first play worshiped the idol of the "Motherland" and only after this - Lenin, they not only were not persecuted, but even there wasn't a normal trial against them, as in Nuremberg, in order for ever to shackle to the pillory the cannibalistic doctrine whom fruit had turned out to be an incredible genocide.
The apocalyptic evil in the former USSR needed to satisfy two conditions: the first one, in order the global community would tolerate it; second one: to keep the positions as much as possible. However, it had to make concessions as in the 1956, also in the 1991, and not small, and so called democracy, in spite of all its uglinesses it was much better than the former bacchanal of the Soviet power. Until "summer" it still was far, but the "winter" already had been over. More likely it was "an early spring".
The not very conspicuous war between "bandit roofs" for the sphere of influence was being over gradually ended, and the question who should be above these "roofs", was solved by the higher authorities. A group who dares to do the nasty without agreeing from above, it would immediately be crushed by the OMON, and a destiny of these people at the best wouldn't differ from a destiny of a thief who has arrived in an unknown city and was caught while pick-pocketing.
In the epoch of Brezhnev, Colonel worked in the capacity of investigator, captain of the militia in the Mordovian ASSR. His maniacal passion to become a colonel caused the nickname, which one can see not so rare. There are many innocent victims on his conscience, a lot of years spent in the prison camps without guilty by various unfortunate people. A lot of those who didn't want to take the blame for a crime, which they did not commit, were maimed by him and his colleagues. This helped him to feel his authority, to enjoy it. Also, this helped him to rush to greater power. This passion drowned out in him all the rest, all the human ones. Because of the such a way of life, sometimes bouts of the mental anguish embraced him, hopeless and incomprehensible. Sometimes he succeeded to neutralize this anguish, using a demonstration of his power above the detained. In spite of his false pride and showy polish, he was very unhappy and made others unhappy too.
In the years of the perestroika, at first timidly, but then confidently, the things began being called by their proper names. It was unexpected for himself, however, he was brought out into open. During working in the militia he managed to steal a lot and to acquire some connections, which now became him very useful. However, the greatest thing, what almighty patrons could do for him, this is to help him not to spend a very long time in the prison camps. He understood not at once that a proposal to leave the job and to leave from Mordovia for good, was greatest benefit and rescue for him. However, relatively quickly he understood it. Also, one of high-ranking guy, whom father was a torturer in Lubyanka too, one day drinking the cognac together, clarified him that the perestroika backward is impossible. He himself began to guess, even if it is some moving back, then it will be nothing similar to the past. One must seek his place, before it will be too late, to take an own niche in the changed situation.
After selling flat in Saransk, Colonel bought a dacha near Moscow. Naturally, not without help from above, he was appointed as a brigadier of one of the bandit "roofs". In this well-paying place, he accumulated money for an apartment in Podlipki and firmly settled down near Moscow, nibbling off one tidbit after another. The protectors straightened him if he went too far, they alluded where and what one can and what cannot, and already long ago he had learnt to understand what they meant. In turn, he tried to be useful for his patrons, but even without this they felt intuitively that he is their insider. He understood clearly that almost anything is allowed for him. The only line he had not to cross, that's to trouble the public opinion, but he didn't need it. The public already got used to the shots, during the division of the territory. If he or his accomplices disported with the girls, the victims were selected on several grounds, and the main of them was a fact, the victim herself pretended, as if she came in with the invitation to amuse, because she was without complexes and choose a reasonable option, after which wolves are sated and sheep are intact, and she understood that it would be meaningless and useless to report or resist. Objectively, it wouldn't be right to consider these events as grave crimes, because the most of the victims felt only a small moral discomfort. But it was quite another thing if a victim considered her life spoiled after the case. As a rule such girls were visiting in Moscow from different provinces. In such a case she was made to drink either vodka or cheap drugs, or usual sleeping tablets and thrown out of the car on a road, enough far from their den. However, when a girl of a nation, the people of which who are able to hold his own, she was caught up in their nets, Colonel became obstinate. This provoked him. He decided to show to all people around, but in turn to himself that there can be no exceptions for his authority. But just in case, in order not create a superfluous problem, he has murdered the victim at the same time with the recalcitrant competitor.
Working with stolen documents, Paul learnt that 90% of the initiative issued from Colonel, that is to grab the profitable places, using the violence and threats. He was protected by quite influential people from the MIA of Russia. In spite of the fact they did not care, in what order the money mixed below, because all the same this money was flowing into their hand, however, they had not any wish to their beloved dog, who served them well, would be offended by anyone. And if their child takes away other children's toys, wherever possible, then let him amuse.
Paul understood that he was lucky very much, but regretted, because he got lucky, but a very high price: the innocent girl's life was ruined. He could destroy this man in any case. For example, to set on them against each other how he did before and not once. He was sorry that as if he would shoot sparrows from a cannon. Only by the age of seventy he realized, he was meant to be a scout, a secret agent more than an actor. He understood, according to his vocation, he had the best to be born in the medieval Japan, in the clans Iga or Koga, he could there become a ninja at the high level. However, God decided otherwise, and that meant that he had better to be so, he needed this experience more than another, which, in spite of this, seemed more attractive and more appropriate. All the same, it was a little bore, because in cases, which he could be a professional and succeed only with empty hands, but he had to apply such a powerful remedy, using it, it was possible to turn over the world.
However, he was consoled by the fact that he has missions more difficult in the close future. To teach Albert not only the teleportation, this was easy, but also to make him an agent of the alive world who would be penetrated into this world of the fool and vile people. Also Olesya. Only because of the memory of her name he became younger. As yet he must not to teach her the teleportation, but after his death, she has to be able to defend herself, then she will have better can find another lover. Let him be old if she likes so, but not a fool and not a traitor. At any cost, while he is alive, he has to make her a US citizen. However, he could teleport only being alone. The old man didn't know the mechanism he used. Likely the aura around him took with him his clothes and all small things, which were in his big pockets, including the cellular, even the axe. But any person could not be taken together, even embracing. It was impossible to take with him a big suitcase. As a last resort it was possible, for example, teleport in New-York, leaving the hand keeping the suitcase in the Krasnoyarsk region, then either leave the suitcase and get the hand free, or return back in full, without leaving the suitcase. It was impossible to teleport together with another person or big things.
The old man thought about all this, performing the boring work. Using the collected data, he was composing a text to help the perished girl's relatives to commit an action of the just retribution. There are a lot of his fingerprints on the text. So he xeroxed it and didn't touch it with his hands anymore, only being gloved, but more often he underlaid other paper. Already he rewrote the terrible cassette a few times. The original was returned in its place long ago. When all the data was ready to transmit, as usual, he was going to say goodbye to Olesya, he said that leaves for one place and will return at midnight. She knew nothing about the teleportation and thought that Paul visits the taiga it's unclear why. She was astonished, how he finds a time to communicate with some gangs. She thought as if all this nidus, how the old man said, is situated in Krasnoyarsk. However, even to leave for Krasnoyarsk in the early morning by the public transport and return at midnight would be a problem. She thought he uses the passing cars for money. Her old and "cool" lover didn't hide a fact that he has bundles of money in his pockets. The landscapes in the movie didn't provoke her suspicion. At least, Paul could influence the situation through friends, which she didn't know.
It would be no good for her to appear in the sight of the inhabitants of the village. They could connect with the militia and she could be returned by force in the children's home, where she would be abused by all kinds of scoundrels again. Without wishing to stay at home in such good weather, he asked to walk in the taiga. The old man led her out through a secret gate. The fence in the back of the yard divided the yard from the forest. There was an imperceptible gate in the fence. She had seen his pockets were full today. After walking a mile, they said goodbye and the old man strictly forbid her to continue following him. In five minutes as he went away, she still decided to follow him. She ran silently in the direction he could be, but the old man Paul disappeared, like he never existed.
Next chapter: http://la-flagellation.blogspot.ru/2017/11/the-teleportation-part-1-chapter-12.html
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