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          A book of famouse journalist Maria Karpinskaya is an attempt to connect a world of imagination, or a private world of person with real world. This attempt has succeeded. Today on a border of times and centuries this surprising and magic book gets out. Surprising because it was written by a Woman who has past a colossal way of her soul.
             And why is she here with us? Evidently we will learn it slightly later, for the moment let's go, dear reader, to her Magic Country, where all what is written by her suddenly (or not suddenly) begins to become alive. Ahead to meeting with a Teacher who through her father's figure passed us his knowledges of the World, Earth and people on it.
               Ahead to her ship, where all of us are passengers, inhabitants of planet Earth! Smooth sailing to you!

A winner of the All-Union and International variety competitions, a winner of the International festival of actor's song of Andrei Mironov, an actress of "The Modern" theatre.

Valentina Ignatieva.



Author: Maria Karpinskaya.
Translation: Maya Nikolaeva.

The thirty-second chapter of the book :


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Early in the morning we woke up from some powerful tremors. It seemed that the earth shakes under us. Half asleep I didn't understand what happened. There was no sun. In pre-dawn fog on the horizon some shafts of light were seen. They flew up highly in the sky and were scattered by a fiery flower of improbable size. The show was indescribable!

The rock disappeared as though it never was.

“What is it? Again a mirage?”

“But if a mirage, why it is so hot?”

A fire, I was burned by the fire from within. It rose from the heels and burned down my knees, hips, breast. Never I tested such burning feeling.

“But what do I want, why do I burn?”

While my thought stirred as a bird in cage, a young man with burning look approached me. How come he here? I precisely remember he wasn't on my ship. Strange place. The rocks are unexpectedly disappearing, the fire appeared don't know from where, the earth all shivers - and suddenly this one with a burning look! What does he want on my ship?

Also I was struck by his look. He was in a black dress coat.

“My God, he reminds me someone? ”

“Yes... He looks like a black pigeon.”

Once I sat with my friend, a poet, and we talked about Magomet, and he asked me:

“Why do you love Jesus? Why don't you want to fall in love with Magomet?”

I answered: "I don't know why, but I don't love Magomet. Jesus made a great feat and tried to release woman, to make her equal to husband and a faithful companion and a friend, and Magomet chained woman and her energy and therefore I don't love him. I am that woman who can be only a friend and a colleage to the spouse. But not a slave".

At this moment a black pigeon flew up and sat down on a sill of the open window. For some reason it wasn't pleasant to me. And I thought to myself.

“Why are you sitting here! Shoo!”

But it was impudent and wasn't going to depart. And I decided:

“Hell with you, sit if you wish!”

He sat and listened to our conversation. It was not a simple pigeon! It was sent by someone! And here with all my being I felt that between this person in the black dress coat, the black pigeon and the fire there is some inexplicable link. The pigeon drilled me till the heels with his studying piercing look and told:

- I need an independent people. You go towards life, but you should go towards death.

Everything grew cold inside.

- Tell, what is there, from where is this fire?

- It is a volcano of your conscience. Go to it. After the sparks a lava will go. YOU ARE ABLE TO BETRAY MEN SO BEAUTIFULLY. You created this fire and this lava. It will bring purification to the planet and mankind.

I couldn't manage to tell anything to him. He unexpectedly thawed in air. But my lips were whispering to him:

“Why do you hurt so much?! You know that I committed them not to myself. You perfectly see in whose hands I committed them. I committed them to God's hands. Everyone with whom I fell in love. I gave them in a charge of God so a segmented could gather in a single whole. And You. I fell in love with you, my dear, forgive me. I will also commit you to God. After... What am I saying?!”

He disappeared, but the volcano didn't. A LAVA WAS COMUNG ON ME. I wanted to turn and rush away. And suddenly a rage was born inside – "Aaa... Aa... A!"

And I rushed towards the heated, slowly moving lava.

It was the love of God. It turned all my consciousness and I returned me to a memory of the childhood.




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Я отрекаюсь от этого мира ,
Странник корабль летит в мир иной.
С собою беру только лиру.

Самые древние знания об истории человечества и вселенной читай в откровениях Марии.