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.
AN OPENED BOOK OF A CHILDHOOD.
Author: Maria Karpinskaya.
Translation: Maya Nikolaeva.
Fifty-second chapter of the book :
A secret conversation with Richard Bach and Goethe.
A book lies on my hands. I open, read and... get stunned.
I wrote it? I can't believe. It is not my style. I can't write like that! But if not I, what force drove my hand, and with such accuracy reproduced all the scenes from my childhood and my dreams?
Answer, my heart, who are you?
Silence. And suddenly in this silence I heard a familiar voice. A friend's voice:
- I know how it is difficult to write a book. I knew that you won't begin to write therefore I wrote for you.
All that you should do is to sign the book. Let it remain our secret that you had no time to write it.
...Books aren't written by whim or according to old promises to oneself. Books are born after many years of painful reflections over ideas which will never be issued if you don't commit them to a paper, but even in this case - book is the last resort, it is a REPAYMENT which you pay for the right to return a past life from non-existence. Therefore simply sign the book. Not in the sense that you wrote it, but simply assure that you approve everything in it. And I will go.
- Of course, I approve and I will assure. But tell who are you? It's important for me to know who is my Friend, you understand?
- Yes, I understand. I am your Guardian angel and I am responsible for your past.
- But what is your name, Angel?
- My name is Seagull Jonatan Livingston. After all, you dreamed of my destiny and wanted to be me? So, all that is happened. Now I give you my destiny.
- Stop. But whose destiny? Richard Bach's or Seagull's?
What is the difference? Didn't you understand yet that dream and reality - is one with only delay in time? Do you remember one of the seagulls over the lake of Hope? It was I! Farewell. I'm in a hurry.
And he disappeared, having left me in deep thoughts.
The childhood scenes, the ship, the captain - I understand everything. But the mirages, the gorge, the death chasm, the geysers - I didn't dream about all of it with him! From where these scenes did come up? How could I be in Prague in 1968, in the battlefield of the Civil War? How? I didn't dream of it.
In the heart there were some disturbing noises. Before the eyes the red spot grew again, on the backbone a pain wave run, and the skin... feeling that the skin is getting ripped off me!
- Who is there?|
- Do you want to know who is she? Look closer: LILITH.
- The first wife of Adam.
Beware to touch her braid:
The braid it's her only attire.
Whom it will touch,
that since then
Is chained to her,
- Who are you? Oh, lovely voice,
You told me about her with such force!
So who are you?
- Part of an eternal force
Which always wanting evil
- I love you for the benefit and good,
Oh, force eternal, I thank you for the book.
- You reap only what sowed for years.
Accept the gifts.
Live in reality by dreams.
- Thanks, lovely and eternal good force.
But my heart in pain,
and dream is not so pleasant.
Look around - everyone reap without sowing.
They have no conscience,
And there is for them no villain.
- They're fools! Without seeing merits,
The destiny won't spend its gifts!
If you'd have a stone of sages!
But there not enough of wise man.
- Listen, my darling friend,
But what about earth, it also...
- Be silent, Mary. Look, it suffers.
And soon will realize it all.
And Proserpine isn't dead and waits...
- I understand and hear her breath,
I know. I will help to Assol -
Doesn't she know?
- Forgive. I disappear.
Will tell you later all.
I fly to someone else.
I serve him.
- See you again, my friend!
I wait for you.
I need you...
My lovely Goethe, I dream of you...
I wrote it down...
Now I can drink some water.
от Жанны Де Арк
от Марии Магдалины
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