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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.

Forty-eighth chapter of the book :



With a shake I flew out of the deck and was thrown overboard of the ship. There was an indescribable crash sound. The ship, my handsome one with the scarlet sails, went to pieces. In the dense white fog we unexpectedly flew on reeves. They, these reeves, as sharp knives cut the sailing vessel on pieces, and the pieces together with the passengers, the holds and the deck, scattered in the different directions. I managed to hold a board from the board and floated on it towards unknown.

My hands grew dumb, the body began to freeze. Normally I'd be frightened of sharks or octopuses, but now the question of rescue Assol was so acute that I didn't doubt: God will keep me alive, and nothing would happen to me. The ship got crashed, so what, things happen. I have an experience. I will construct a new one. There is a lot of material for sails. That's what I was doing all my life - weaved it out of my love. That would be enough for a thousands of ships. If I only can hook somewhere. May be a tiny island!

Only I thought so as came across of a small island. There lived two females, I didn't see there any men. They told that men work for them as teachers. They seemed very kind on the first glance. "Something is somehow suspicious here. What do they want?"

The women felt my concern, opened the trunks which constantly carried with themselves and got the Old and New testament out.

- Are you ready to be rescued? Do you know what happens in today's world? You know how to escape? - They showered me with questions.

- Wait, wait. I approximately understand what occurs in our world. I like this process. About rescue... How can I tell you... I had my ship. I want to help...

- What does it have to do with the ship?

- The one who repeat My name, that will be saved!

They opened the Bible and read something for a long time. Then strictly asked whether I know a real name of God? I told that God has many names. They got into huge worry for me and began to strive over me. In their eyes there was a mystery. On their faces was written that they, at request of God, at last, can execute a mission expected all life. I was their catch.

- Whom do you worship? Well, tell me your only God's name?

They again opened the Bible and began to read, I don't remember what, but understood that the God of their island is called Jehovah.

- I see. I already met such fans in the most different times. Also I remembered Moisey. There was a question: why did he called so his God? I asked the women from Jehovah's island. They explained that Jehovah means "standing".

- I didn't like their answer and sincerely asked:

- And why you don't translate the word "je"? After all it means – "penis". It turns out you worship to a standing penis? Lovely women, you know I also all my life just prayed to different Gods. And now you suggest me to return. No, I am a captain.

The women came to an inconceivable confusion:

- What are you talking about? Why do you blaspheme! What is your name?

- My name is Maria, and I don't blaspheme. If you don't trust, find an old-Aramaic dictionary and look. It is an honest truth. My dears, I don't mind if their thing standing! I feel sorry for impotent men. When they have it erected and firm - their heart becomes very soft. And they are capable to create wonders and perform feats. And if there is no erection you know what happens. Depression, alcoholism and any other defects.

Not so long ago I asked myself a question: when men have an erection? More exact - what is the source of standing of this, important for them part of body. And of course the answer came by itself - woman, her beauty!

The females islanders looked at me with horror. They decided that to rescue such as me is impossible. And they ran.

- Where are you? Ladies? Who will help me? I am in need!

They disappeared and didn't hear my voice. I began to cry, closed my eyes and rushed to the ocean.

Again smell of aromas, again the familiar cell of the teacher of tantra. Night. A sticky and dense night of India. I sit at the teacher's feet. He does his puja. I look at the figurine of Goddess and think of a lingam, which stands in his temple.

My yogi - an admirer of Shaivism. He worships not only to a Mother Goddess, but also to a lingam. Again a penis standing vertically more than one meter high. I bend and touch it with my hot forehead.

- Why, tell me, beloved, why I have to worship to it? Why did you sat down on the altar this gold statue? Do put me on the altar. After all, your phallus stands only because I sit here, and a not statue!

The teacher was dumbfounded. His eyes became round. He looked at me with fear. Then he fell to my feet, touched them with his fingers and brought the fingers to his eyes. He had an enlightenment.

- I felt - that's you. I am at your feet, Divine. Forgive me, unwise. Real knowledge is as a pearl. It always in shell and deep at ocean's bottom. Only a few can find it. Only one person in thousands of years can do it! I found! You understand! I found the knowledge! A real one!

Yes, you are right. Shakti, female's energy with an internal purity does man omnipotent. Shiva without Shakti is dead. It is a corpse. When she looks at him and starts to notice him, Shiva's energy comes to life. The European women lost both - purity and Shakti's energy. You, you have it, fall in love with me, rescue me!

- No. I don't want to love you. You want too much, and all for yourself.

- Maria, what is to us mankind? Nobody will be able to help it. We will become the happiest, you understand.

- No. I don't want.

- You are silly. I declare war with Russia. I will win this war.

- Listen, you suppose to be very clever. Because of one woman - war? There is no sense. You won't be able to help me. You know who is Assol? I have to help her.

- Maria, you are a madwoman. Your head is empty. You understand - it's absolutely empty!

A years had passed and I learned that the God of Gods Shiva have as his symbol a lingam as it shows man's spiritual force and superopportunities.

The vision of India disappeared. I float on the boundless ocean of feelings. Where you bear me, a sea wave?

The white fog unexpectedly began to thin. I saw an island, and in the heart began to sound:

"The further we live, the shorter years,
The sweeter voices of friends,
If only a bell wouldn't cease
to ring under arch,
And the eyes would look in the eyes.
Shore or sea,
Sun or blizzard,
Swallows or crows...
Two eternal roads –
Love and separation -
Are passing through heart of mine".

Well, finally I am rescued. The island of friends. I found it. We will think up together how to help Assol. I swam up to the coast. The friends joyfully waved with hands. There remained about hundred meters to the coast. A little bit more and we - near the aim. We will build a new ship!

A stroke of the hand, and... something strong catches me and starts to twirl on the bottom of the ocean.

"A whirlpool! I couldn't gauge!" - a last thought flashed, and I fell to the bottom.



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