Alexey Vayamretyl is a samurai lying on clean water and his real Kamchat path.

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And

today

the

frost

is

all

seventeen

degrees.

The frost in the morning was literally at seventeen degrees, the water on the Avievayam river, 11 km from the district center of Tilichiki, became those very special autumn days here, when cyclones do not end for a long time, when there comes an incredible autumn fishing for the icy still fat khariton, which has not lost weight over the long winter, which is on the local mosquitoes. gadflies fed from the blood of deer and immeasurably large and beautiful red caviar were well fed during the fleeting summer and when you drag its weighty, bending carcass through the narrow hole of an ice hole, and how it takes when you see, passing his artificial fly or a light homemade yellow spinner into the glass ice, he looks at the rapid for a long time from under the shore, where he just hid, to make a single, measured and sure jump in the water, and you feel the tension and light beating of a thin 0.05 or 0.10 mm fishing line, and now he's already it flutters its black diamond sides against the ice, and now it's using its gill fins to help itself breathe in this November, this kind of frosty, oxygen-saturated air, and what? There is no help for him from these convulsive movements. The special terrestrial air in which we all live, in which we seem to be dissolved and which we breathe so often, does not help Khariton at all now outside his native water element. Our air is not his habitat, it is not his vital element… So is man. Our very life, its very circumstances, often put him past his willpower and inner desire on the wrong path, not in those life circumstances, which we dream of in early childhood, which we often passionately want, which we probably intuitively strive for sometimes, and without saying anything about our intentions not to your nearest and dearest, not even to your family, much less to your best friends. And after Khariton was pulled out of the water on the fifth or seventh, after the sixth or seventh sharp foot hole was punched in the ice, after the local hot tea warmed on a small Bumblebee camping primus, pre-filled at home with A-82 gasoline and those hundred, obligatory military ones, those "people's Commissariat" Brandies without which he and Vadim Terentyevich had never done without any of their fishing, Alexander Ugolev in his balloon jacket is now easy, sprawled out on the smooth ice and began to observe all the local Kamchatka river life down there, marveling and marveling at its diversity. – Here's a yellow leaf floating by. Here the bug was swept away by the stream. And here, a frisky goldfish showed its side, shining in the sun. And that's where the dark, predatory chariton hid. He's a thunderstorm of red caviar, a thunderstorm of all the local mosquitoes and gnats, and what tender meat he has, what incredibly delicious, what vitality he also has, and he thought… – How great, how wise our earthly Nature is, to create and create such incredible beauty over millions of years, to ensure such complete biological self-organization and a fairly simple expediency, when from a simple rounded protein globule, from a pea, after a while, such a handsome man emerged, so smart, so persistent and, even more persistent, like Khariton, and not only him, but also the man himself. And how much work did this unknown unearthly "sculptor" have to do to make it all work out easily, and also to bring to life a real earthly life, hiding somewhere in that unknown genetic code of ours, which only by straightening out determines the color of our hair and our eyes, and our appearance He repeats it from generation to generation without forgetting anything… "How's it going?" And why?.. – And how he spent the whole winter here in this water, which freezes in places to the very sandy bottom, and people who know the local places told him then that only khariton stands in the pits in winter and you can take it there not less, but even more, since there is a lot of it in those pits in January, And even in March, he's here, because now he's nowhere out of that hole. There is thick ice everywhere, literally all the way to the bottom of the river.... And, well, when the March sun presses its rays with meltwater from under the ice, it is not known where it comes from, then the living local water will boil so quickly, and all the local Kamchatka winter river fishing will be cut off in a moment, since the water is muddy and your spinner is not visible to the fish at all. The spring water itself is bubbling, the water turns brown and turbid easily, swelling the ice on the ridges, spills down and wait for the spring flood to come soon, when everything clears at once before the hot summer, when all the brown mountain clay will be demolished into the Hidden Bay to form this narrow and long Corfu spit, and more, and that brown coal, which itself somehow comes out of the local Kamchatka Land and not only here in Tilichiki, but also in the coal Bear, where its layers are up to 6 meters and its reserves are about fifty million tons. – That's how many years a river like Avyavayam or the neighboring Vyvenka has been working there to accumulate those millions of tons of brown coal. And how long has all this wealth been born? Today, the sun reached the ground through the clean air with its rays. But now, there was no special summer warmth. And, is this due to its distance from the Earth of the Sun itself, or to the special inclination of the Earth's axis itself? … Do you even think about this when the cold pierces you to every bone, when standing on the ice, you feel that special cosmic primordial cold here on the river, which comes from its very depths, from somewhere out of absolute cosmic zero and tries to freeze you here into this absolutely transparent, fascinating consciousness is made of ice, only to be ground into the smallest sand by the waves of the sea, turning you and turning all your thoughts into nothing.… And you often ask yourself the question: – And what will happen after us?.. But now Alexander Yakovlevich concentrated and sprawled on the transparent, clean ice for a long time, and enthusiastically began to observe the local underwater life and compared himself to something special and incredibly Divine. And he was exactly 33 years old. As the people say: – The age of Jesus Christ. And it seemed to him that he was now and this second, just like himself, and the Lord God, the creator of all earthly things, was watching us, our earthly life and his from his heaven.… After all, our Creator, having created us and our whole life, can no longer be that everyday guide who, like your parent of your child, guides us through life. It is his Divine providence, his Divine task, having created us and once, having breathed his Divine soul into us, to release us all along the swift current of this Avyavayama river of life. And then, maybe once, or even twice in our entire long and short lives, someone else will come into contact, slightly correcting our path, and pushing us back to the fast track of life, which someone will have a successful career and family happiness, and the other.... Or maybe he will ever give a fulcrum, pointing out with his imperious finger and his heavenly Thunder how we live here on Earth and where to go in our human environment, as well as to this fabulous mobile, still alive grayling, whose living space was now limited by the bottom after such frosts. The Avyavayam River itself, and from above, the grayling was in a hurry, enjoying the light of the daytime Sun, and finding its high-calorie food, and basking in its rays., since by evening his rays will hide behind the hill and he will not see the feed in the pitch darkness, constantly struggling with the current of the river. And the current of the river itself will never be here. The local life itself will be constantly moving, and he will still stand on this deep pit for the whole winter, wagging his tail over and over again, so that only in early spring, only when this thick ice leaves, he can go out for a quick roll and then show all his aquatic prowess, catching the abundant local mosquitoes, gadflies and midges and to start a new life cycle and, like all local fish, lay their eggs in a sandy hole, and water their male friends abundantly with white juicy milks, and then wait a long time for their nimble native fry to appear from the washed sand., which will require a lot of skill from him to teach him all the wisdom of the local river, their special spatial river, their eternal life.... But all this will only happen next spring, in the future in 1984.... – But our future is not a definition category according to the verified opinion of a Russian physicist and theorist, and also a real practitioner, Andrei Sakharov. – And how right he was then! All this will happen in the future and in his New Year, when he will be 34 years old. And today, in his 33rd year of life, at that special blessed and happy age of Jesus Christ, when everything is still possible, when everything is still so desirable, when there are still young forces and there is a real opportunity, when your head is spinning with the joy of your present real life, when it is spinning with the happiness of your earthly dwelling and, from the opportunity to just breathe this fabulously frosty, this velvety, ringing Kamchatka special, frosty air as pure as steel…

And we understand that the memorable year 1984 will be for all of us, when two new earthly lives will be conceived by two different young mothers. And, almost every day, two boys will be born, one on June 18 and the other on December 14, and they will have such a different fate. There will be other difficulties, and maybe there will even be problems, and there is a simple present today, which in itself is as dynamic as this clear water – the nilgykyn mymyl on Avyavayamskaya or Vetveivayamskaya, or there is far beyond that winding rapids.… He looked under the transparent first autumn Avyavayama ice and marveled at those and such wise philosophers who said that we would never set foot in the same water twice.… – And it really is!!!– he understood it clearly. He saw it here and felt their philosophical dictum! Here is this clear water –nilgykyn mymyl, which he just saw. It slides easily and steadily, without leaving the riverbed, into the Bering Sea, then moves with marine coriolis currents into the vast Pacific Ocean, and there it heats up again at the equator and easily evaporates, and it will fall out again here in the form of dank rain and snow, and again rushes from the hills and thawed areas. into the same rapid mountain river Avyavayam, or into the Branches, or into such a mighty Vyvenka itself, but this is different, this is not our original water that gave birth to us earlier, which created us earlier, but this is completely different water, unknown to us… And so it whirls, just as we are spinning in this life, both creating and at the same time philosophically denying everything and everything on earth, and here on the Avyavayam river and in the Tilichiks themselves, and there on the Vetveyvayam river and in the village of Vetvey, where there is a parallel life and as long as Alexander Ugolev knows nothing about it, just like us Today we do not know about those four or now seven billion suffering lives, who, like all of us, create and deny at the same time… – Is this the water that has evaporated far away there, or has it come to our Pacific Ocean? And how did it actually mix up, how did its individual atoms spread out, and after how many years would this particular molecule that he sees and feels now return to the same place? – And will he ever come back? – What does the statistics say about this? – What does probability theory tell us about this? … – And maybe it will take more than one thousand or a million years before it returns to us from unknown depths, from that unknown tertiary period millions of years ago, in the form of abundant steam from numerous volcanoes here or the source of the Malkin deep well No. 14 from depths of 642 meters or nearby in Lakes from depths of two or more kilometers.? … – So are we! Once, having flown out of our native parental nest, we come from here so rarely, then on vacation once every two years, we often visit our relatives, friends and even close people, but never our story, our life does not repeat itself. Now everything is always new. Everything on another turn of this philosophical is not likely, as well as the spiral of life twisted in a whirlwind.… – And where, and how quickly this spiral will twist all of us and everyone individually, and today, on November 4, 1983, neither Vadim Terentyevich Goryainov nor Alexander Yakovlevich Ugolev himself knew, and did not know, and could not know, neither mother Tatiana knew about it there on the Branch, neither Dimka's son Vayamretyl, since this is forbidden by our eternal Time itself, which can only be in new physical theoretical concepts that are incredibly difficult for us to understand, like strings and superstrings, it cannot be literally reversed, but it is not possible in any way, because in our earthly liAnd where, and how quickly this spiral will twist all of us and everyone individually, and today, on November 4, 1983, neither Vadim Tife…

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And

at

this

time

of

his

reflections

,

Vadim

Terentyevich

caught

another

chariton.

And looking through the ice at the local aquatic life, he thought, ignoring the cheers of Vadim Terentyevich, who pulled out another chariton splashing his tail on the ice and Rostislav Andreevich's approval of his luck.…

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And

what

is

the

expression

of

all

our

Divine

providence

and

what

is

its

essence

for

all

of

us?

–

this

question

was

asked

in

1984

by

the

author

of

this

multi

–page

book.

…At that time, he did not have the idea of this book in his head, and Alexey Vayamretyl had not yet been born, he probably had not yet been conceived, about whom we want to tell you, about Alexey, who will only be born in the future in 1984 on December 14… And after thinking about it, lying on the ice, he asked himself: – And what is our whole Divine plan? – What is our great and earthly purpose? And, scratching with his pen, writing these lines, it is only now, only now that he realized that all the best and most Divine things in the most fragile person are precisely what he himself creates and what he himself does, and that he should plant a tree, of course. it is necessary, and he will also need to build a house or finish it, of course, he will need to raise his beloved son, and it is probably better not to raise one, but also to have a long-awaited daughter…

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Nine

of the

most

famous

Japanese

samurai

biographical

information,

which

was

always

in

the

folder

of

Alexei

Vayamretyl.

Kusinoki

Masashige.

(1294-1336).

Kusunoki Masashige was a humble landowner who swore allegiance to Emperor Go-Daigo in 1331, pledging to provide him with military assistance. For the first time, he had to hold the top of an unnamed hill with five hundred soldiers until Prince Moritaga came to his aid. But helping the emperor proved to be useless. Go-Daigo was imprisoned, and Kusunoki and Prince Morinaga had no choice but to start a rebellion. In a three-week battle, Masashige's vastly outnumbered forces took Akasaka and Mount Congo. But although the government forces cut off Kusnoki's army from the water source, he was determined to continue the battle. After ordering torches to be lit throughout the castle, he slipped away, leading Hojo to believe that he had committed suicide. The following year, Kusunoki raised a new army, launching a campaign against the shogun's government in Kinai, while Prince Morinaga raised other large landowners and warriors to march against Kamakura. In early 1333, significant government forces were sent to conquer Chihaya, another fort on Mount Kongo, which was defended by Kusunoki, Yoshino, where Morinaga's headquarters were located, and Akasaka, which came under the control of Shogun Hirano. Akasaka and Yoshino got together quickly, but Kusunoki had time to prepare Chihai for a prolonged confrontation. Using everything from boiling water to rolling logs, Kusunoki withstood the siege until Takauji and his army approached Kyoto and occupied the city in the name of the emperor. But the truce did not last long. In 1336, Takauji withdrew from the imperial coalition and Nitta Yoshida became the supreme commander at the Go-Daigo court. He sent a parliamentarian, offering Kusunoki to join the loyal troops, but he did not want to fight Takauji. Always loyal to the emperor, Masashige raised troops to meet the army, which he considered doomed. But before entering the battlefield, Masashige forced his eleven-year-old son Masatsura to take an oath to remain brave and loyal to the emperor. This episode is often depicted in Japanese art. Kusunoka's army straddled the western bank of the Minatogawa River, and Nitta, who was stationed on the eastern bank, covered its flank from the south. When the battle began, Sony attacked Nitta from the front, while Hosokawa went upriver and attacked him from the rear. Nitta withdrew, leaving the seven hundred men at Kusunoka's disposal to face the army of Ashikaga Tadayoshi. After a six-hour battle, Masashige and his brother Masasue committed suicide, and they were joined by those vassals of the Kusunoki clan who had not yet been killed by that time. After the Meiji Restoration, Kusunoki Masashige was proclaimed a national hero, a samurai loyal to his emperor until his death. From the book: Lewis T., Ito T. Samurai: the way of the warrior (Translated from English – M.: Publishing house "Niola Press" 2008. pp.184-185.

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His

confidence

in

his

role

of

Jesus

Christ

and

in

his

divine

predestination

of

our

destiny

for

each

of

us

here

on

our

Earth.

And he is sure that in his entire sixty-year life, all this will work out, but whether our hero Alexei Vayamretyl would like to succeed … he will then want to see, but for this, he will have to live for almost three more decades, those three such long and difficult decades for him, which you passionately worry about. which you constantly think about and which you yourself sincerely suffer from …

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Their

names

and

their

Namylansk-Koryak

surnames.

When Alexander Yakovlevich Ugolev first began to get acquainted with Kamchatka and the peoples of Kamchatka, he noticed that the Kamchadals had different names, and especially surnames, and it was difficult for him to figure out their pedigrees himself. And the same surnames are the Danilovs, Tamara Khuphi and Abram Abramovich Uley, Kirill Vasilyevich Kilpalin and Rozilia Grigoryevna Dechuli and Ivan Arkhipovich Yakimenko, the Loginovs and numerous Longinovs, Kirill Chirva and his family, and clans, tribes and tribes, Obertinsky, Akhytka, Umyavilkhin, Ninani, and also Vikovav, Akhytka… Even in 1984, birth certificates often recorded the last name from the words, and rarely from the passport of one of the parents, and many did not officially sign at the local registry offices, or rather, marriages were not actually registered, and children could be recorded by their mother's last name, father's last name, and sometimes grandfather's last name. and even by the name of their great-grandfather, or even great-great-grandfather… The secretaries of the forty Koryak village councils in the Koryak Autonomous Okrug wrote it down as it was convenient for them, as they considered necessary, and it is clear that many of those registrars were not particularly literate and, this is in the twentieth century, but what really happened in the 19th, 18th, 17th centuries and earlier, we naturally do not say, since then human life was nothing, not like his passport or another document, and why would he then?… And their names? This is a separate story for a whole huge ethnographic study. What is the name of Tilichik old-timer Abram Abramovich Beehive worth? It is clear that when the Cossacks compiled yasacha books here in 1741-1742, there was no such modern concept as passports or identity documents among the indigenous peoples of the Kamchatka peninsula. Yes, and before the beginning of the twentieth century, there was no need for them either, and all the names on the peninsula were naturally brought by those tsarist service people and they were brought by the Cossacks, who performed this work to one degree or another according to their understanding, the task assigned to them and received elsewhere. education, even at a parish school or other educational institution, if there was one in the village where he was born. So, both our Alexey and his brother Dmitry have beautiful and purely Slavic names, but the surname Vayamretyl is surprisingly native to them, homegrown here, they are ancient, their special Namylanite, which we will probably talk about later.…

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Denis's

persistent

dumbness.

Denis, when he saw for himself that his father was being carried away by a fast stream of water under the ice, screamed loudly: – Dad, Dad! – and, only the echo reflected many times from the hills and from the wall near the river forest… "Father! Oh-t-e-ts!! O-t-e—ts!!! Then all he could hear was the echo of his own high-pitched childish voice crying out from the hills, his emotional outburst, into which he put all his strength so that he would suddenly lose his voice and the ability to speak. – Father!!, Dad!!!– and these were the last words that his father might have heard from him from under the ice, and these are the last words that he utters here, plunging, probably, into his eternal dumbness of daily fear, his constant loneliness, and even their childish, special hopelessness and inability to do anything. and do it, or do something to help him there under such transparent ice… When they found him alone in the local forest, Dmitry was constantly silent, and for three or five years he did not say anything else out of fright, and did not answer any questions about what really happened to his father there. …… Maybe he would have remained mute if his mother hadn't sent him to a round-the-clock kindergarten in Tilichiki after this incident, where he was naturally warmed up and sincerely treated by all the tutors, and she herself lived in an empty house there on the Branch for another three years, until the village was completely moved to Khailino, and she I decided to move in with my cousin in Tilichiki, and I've already settled down here in the district center.…