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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-eighth chapter of the book :


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An answer came after a red spot. It began to grow and turned into a small hill of freshly dug out earth. A grave... I understood that I lie on someone's grave.

My eyes were streaming with tears, they dripped on the fresh earth. I thought: "How did I got to the grandmother's grave again in so many years?"

“Grandmother, forgive me.”

“I doubted that you are the Mother of God.”

“Darling, I forgot about you. I didn't know, didn't understand how you suffered all life! Forgive, I am a useless granddaughter!”

A woman's outline came out over the hillock.

“That is not my grandmother!”

“From where I know this person?”

“She is familiar. Again the memory mixed up everything.”

- “What is your name, granny?”

- “My name is Aina.”

- “Strange name. But I heard it somewhere. I remembered! You had a husband and you madly loved him. He is a hero, a writer. Wait, I will remember his name. I remembered! His name was Jean, Jean Griva. Spain, a lilac fog.”

“He died long ago.”

“Do you suffer?”

“Are you a wanderer?”

“I had a ship with scarlet sails, I lost it. Here is a chasm of Death. There is nobody alive. You are the first whom I met.”

“. You remember, you got sick?”

“I see. You are not well. You have a stroke. Where are you disappearing? All always vanishes. And... you are - gone. I'm absolutely alone.”

“I rave...”

I regained consciousness and looked around. Only one hillock, and on kilometers...


Hot water.

I can have a tea. Only there is no brew.

I decided to come up and wash in the hot water. I don't know what it was, but some unknown force took me by a scruff of the neck and threw on the hill. Behind I felt a familiar presence.

“My God, it's him again! That one, in a black dress coat!”

I quickly turned. It was him. Pain in the breast became intolerable. I already hated him.

- “What do you want again?! Why did you drag here?

It's hard for me even without you. And now you are looming here!”

My face was twisted in a malicious grimace: “You know, I sat and only waited for you!” And I thought to myself:

“Blast you! Black scarecrow!”

He said:

-“Let's go, we need to go!”

Right there, from nowhere, there was a Jeep, I silently sat down, and we started to move. At first we meandered among the geysers and holes, then the road became flat and even well asphalted. The time of the day was - a dead night without moon.

- “What is his name?” - The car suddenly stopped, I screamed:

- “Ouch, Ouch!”

A black dog rushed under the car. This one, in black, managed to slow down.

“Strange, I thought of his name - and there a black dog appeared. Something is dirty here. What does he want from me?”

We drove in a fog strip. It was pitch-dark. The black dress coat reduced the speed.

In the fog a silhouette of a naked man got designated. Alone he stood on the road.

“Absolutely naked!”

“What is this devilry?!”

“Is that an answer to my question.”

My rage passed, and the heart was filled with tenderness to this stranger.

Okey, you don't answer what is your name, when I thought of it, I cried "Ouch!". So now I will call you like that.

“Ouch, you know, it's always very painful to me when you appear, ouch - how painful!”

“If you only knew! But I learn to suffer. As my late grandmother used to say: "God suffered and ordered to us the same..." - ouch, ouch, ouch.” We arrived to a hospital where was...




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