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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 seventh chapter of the book:

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Let's start forgiving
To our tired hopes.
Let's start forgiving,
Whatever it comes to.

Let's start forgiving
Senselessly, but courteously.
Let's verses compose -
Divine prospect.

Let's start forgiving
To the false civilization,
To a technical humming
So far as in us forgiveness lives.

Let's start forgiving
To the houses which chained us in walls.
Let's not grumble
On future unfaithfulness.

We - a track in the track,
Our way is someone's parting word.
After all, even to a eremite the cell
Forgives his presence.

A cut worm forgives
To a plow it's own death.
A kicked nerve of a stone
Forgives to a builder.

Let's play on a lira!
Let's get down to hights!
All infinity in the world
Fills only one thought...

I know how it's difficult to accept
All that asks for apologizes...
Now I want to know,
Who will cast this stone first?

Who will tell the first: "I forgive".
Who will chop off all the ends?
But I don't promise you
Columns of an annalistic odes.

I don't promise you wreaths,
Into which interweaved laurels,
And don't promise you fires -
Now they burn for another matters.

Let's start raking
Jams on a track,
Let's start simply forgiving -
You - to me, I - to you...

No, I sing not dogma -
For dogmas there no forces.
I stand on the edge myself
Of everyday vain graves...

Let's for an instant imagine,
Whole world as a blissful beehive...
Utopia? A shout of heart?
As you suddenly shot up like bullet!

So why then to promise you?
Shut me the mouth, stop me!
Start to forgive from me
And in the request itself do cast that stone!

Vladimir Oxikovsky



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от Марии Магдалины

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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.