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

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Their

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nilgykyn

mymyl.

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the rivers

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ancient

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customs.

Denis Vayamretyl grew up on the Vetveyvayam River, a left tributary of the bolshaya Vyvenka river in the old and ancient village of olennykh Nymylan-Koryaks and Chukchi in the village of Vetvey, when he was 7 years old, his parents, or rather his mother and him, were transported to the Tilichiki regional center, although they walked for a long time afterwards or traveled by public transport in early spring to their native semi-abandoned a village where only three lonely old men remained, as well as at least some buildings and dugouts newly dug by young people to go fishing and breathe the cleanest air here., and also to hunt on the banks of the tributaries freely spread out in the valley of the Vyvenka River and its tributaries of the Branches. Dmitry no longer remembers what their father called them, only the warmth of his father's hands remained in his soul when he lifted him, dragging him over the high side of the duralumin boat, which they had replaced three years ago, and had previously used a narrow and long wooden boat carved from thick poplar by their grandfather Ilya. The day his father went under the water, when Dmitry was only 6 or 7 years old, he remembers like today. In his childhood memory, it was reflected and imprinted for the rest of his life, and there is always that particularly transparent surface of ice, and every time he looks at the water, even in summer, he sees his father's face floating under the thick glass and how his alarmed cry reverberates around: "Father!!! Father!!!! Father!!!!! – this is reflected from the nearby gentle hills to remind him that he is still alive, that he still hears and naturally sees. And, the stormy, clear water stream of nilgykyn washed away then, carried away his beloved father forever, and in his memory only remained the warmth of his breath and the great strength of his young hands as he dragged him over the side of a shiny whitish boat filled with silvery, still fluttering, various local fish mixed together: coho, pink salmon, sockeye salmon, sesame, chinook burbot, grayling and char – all this was found in abundance in the river and constantly fell into their slightly greenish by forty millimeters catchy mesh nylon new Japanese mesh. And he remembered how grandfather Ilya also told him about the attitude to this river water and the proper death on the water in their family. Although many Chukchi and Koryaks today already know how to swim well, they retain in their blood a special, reverent, probably transmitted with genes and a divine attitude to the power of the local water, which is so blue and clear in autumn. – nilgikyn washed, and at the same time to the fast water, which gives life itself to everything on earth, and also that special spiritual life of ours, and this is the same water that simultaneously, when it wants to, takes away their lives here, and the lives of their fellow tribesmen, regardless of whether he received the present in this life. earthly satisfaction, and whether he felt all her possible joys, and even fulfilled his earthly destiny – whether he gave birth to children, the heirs of the local branches of the Namyl. And, Dmitry, when I began to grow up, when I began to consciously think about life, about its great meaning and my earthly destiny, I began to understand that in life we ourselves consciously control some processes, we can influence them, and other processes, like the same river flow, the change of times the seasons, the alternation of day and night are in no way subject to any earthly person, be he as strong a shaman as his grandfather Ilya, and they are beyond the power of even their mighty divine raven – This is how everyone needs to build their lives, their attitude towards these natural quantities and constants, so that you actively and easily adapt to them, skillfully maneuver in the flow of the same fast and clear water-nilgykyn washed without diving into the water itself, which his younger brother Alexei, whom he loved, could not. Dmitry loved immensely, but he could not influence his actions with every day of his growing up, as it was in their branch and, even more, in their special village, only in their memory, their carefree childhood remained, when they unwillingly went to different boarding schools., and for a long time, two siblings were separated, deprived of daily and hourly fraternal special communication, when the elder takes care of the younger, and vice versa, the younger supports the elder and also obeys him, which makes us more relatives and real brothers and sisters.... The black raven Kutkh, their supreme, revered deity, was always a mute witness to how the pure water of the nilgykyn soap, showing its strength and might, took away the most fragile in this world. – their very life, dragging this earthly human body with them into eternity, spraying it in their midst and, unknown how, then, only his trembling soul, transferring it to the boundless heavens, as pure as the water here, where complete peace and true eternity of being awaited him only in the memory of his fellow tribesmen, in in memory of the closest and dearest, namely those who walked along this narrow local path of our Kamchatka life. And, there was not even such a special sacrificial and probably hot fire, lifting up everything that was previously in the human body itself, what it previously consisted of, and what it really was, and what it so often thought about, because on this hot fire, all our desires all our worries, all our worries, all our sufferings, and our love itself, in a moment, from a single physical entity visible and understandable to everyone from our body, streams of hot six-hundred-degree plasma ascended somewhere to a distant height and dispersed into the immeasurable Cosmos, turning into infinitely moving waves of the cosmic ether that we cannot feel, which may someday return to our long-suffering Earth through special modern strings of our immeasurable space in the form of our warm memories, our joyful hopes, our beloved children and beautiful and often disobedient grandchildren, and for someone happier than ourselves and even little great-grandchildren. And then the vibration of this taut string of our life itself closes in an instant, as if in unison with our desires, it closes into this philosophical spiral and cosmic string unknown to us, giving a new round of the same sufferings, the same selfless love and true passion, regardless of their age, regardless of their wealth or from poverty and even from our health… Such complex thoughts visited Dmitry in his moments of rest, when his hands itched and rang with fatigue, when he pulled a net full of still, fluttering various local river fish onto the shore, and she fluttered for a long time on the shore against the gray sand, opening her rounded gills rhythmically, trying to inhale the remnants of either air or air. That clear river water, the nilgykyn, was washed away so that it would wash her quickly, drying up her gills and, with every passing minute, depriving her of the precious local river branch of her life. And now, unbeknownst to the fish, that at this moment, it is already, being boiled in an ear or dried with yukola or withered, or maybe slightly smoked fish, it gives the power of a real new life in these moments to Dmitry himself and his so ancient, and so famous Kamchatka, vetveivayamsky, Vyvensky family of Vayamretylov, all his current ancestors, all the branches of the Yamaya and the great Vyvenka river lying here on the water, as well as the Pyrgavayama and numerous unnamed tributaries of this great Kamchatka river. And Dmitry himself understood that his efforts were very necessary, that he had to hurry before the ice became strong in order to harvest so many fish that there would be something to feed the team of 9 dogs he loved all through the long winter, and that there would be something to feed all his relatives and cousins, and even his little sister, so how now Dmitry was in charge of their family, and he alone had the responsibility to support the family, and Dmitry was only thirteen years old.

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Kirill

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Kilpalin

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Topolev

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Alexey told his eldest and only brother Denis when he came home from boarding school with Yelizovo.: "That's my vow: "Never let yourself be outdone on the path of a warrior.", Always be a helper to your master Be a good son to your parents, Always be compassionate and be kind to the person." And then he continued enthusiastically, watching the surprised expression in Dmitry's eyes. "By following these four commandments, brought to the gods and Buddhas, and repeating them every morning, you will gain the strength of two people and will never deviate from the righteous path. We need to move forward step by step, avoiding sharp corners. The gods and Buddhas also started by making this vow." "Hagakure", Yamamoto Tsunetomo (1659-1719). These probably several long two short quotes from Yamamoto Tsunemoto's book "Hagakure", written on a thick paper with a rather immature child's hand and outlined in a colored red felt-tip pen, always hung at boarding school on the worn cotton bedside mat of Alexei Vayamretyl, born on December 14, 1984, twenty days earlier and three years earlier. later than the date of birth of his best friend Danila Kangin on January 4, 1981. And there was something mystical about these two units, the date of Danila's birth and the two fours in Alexey's date of birth, although not a single astrologer to whom we sent our questions could unravel this unique phenomenon. But his friend Danila Ruslanovich Kangin has only two ones and only one four in his date of birth, and no one we talked to saw any obvious connection or significant differences, except for the age difference of three years. One friend is Alexey Jr., and the other is Danila, who is older. Our heroes themselves did not know about this: neither Alexey Alexandrovich Jr., nor Danila Ruslanovich, their elder friend and even their mentor, or their elder friend Alexander Yakovlevich Ugolev, who was wise in life experience. And how can all knowledgeable and all understanding astrologers explain our great, our unique and unique life, which is lost somewhere on the very edge of our invisible spiral Galaxy, rushing with unimaginable speed through the vastness of space and so easily, carrying all of us only in one single direction somewhere ahead. And that beyond those distances that we do not see today and hardly anyone will recognize from us, and probably only our vague memories will remain, there will remain those warmest and most joyful moments that we all once experienced, often and for a long time, communicating with each other, almost every day, seeing each other, knowing almost everything about each other and about other earthly people. – But did we understand them? – did we understand their lives, in its incredible intricacies? – Have we understood their suffering and their earthly real and intense pain? After all, our earthly life here is some kind of rather incredible fluctuation or an unplanned surge of a clot of primordial dead matter, an outburst of all its energy, and that special areflexion, incredible according to the laws of statistics, that creates us in the mystery of our passionate and often fleeting love, unknown to us. just our two parents, whom we adore. Those divine and only parents for us, who unknowingly, probably by God's supreme providence, gave birth to us, and we were incredibly happy, we were always adored, and we were immensely loved, and even worshipped and deified, worried and suffered for us and for all our earthly successes. And when exactly will the mother's egg merge with the father's, that one and only sperm, the fastest, the strongest, the most agile, and the most hormonal of those in someone's thirty, fifty, seventy, or even out of all one hundred million of them, which are released by a splashing stream, like the white milks of the local red anadromous fish, from a man during his next passionate ejaculation, which always gives him such an unlikely and yet not their earthly pleasure, but also such, it is probably not us who programmed their cosmic-earthly satisfaction from the joy that someone fulfilled a long time ago, compiled for him a great and such a final life program – the continuation of his kind and his kind, and also showing such passion for his only and beloved woman. And since they have merged somewhere out there in the depths of parental life, they are these two cells that have not yet been visible to anyone, either cells or half-cells in the science of embryology, it seems, called zygotes or gametes in the warm womb of the mother with an ideal and also mysterious physical constant that no one has solved and a temperature for them of 37.8 °We are already looking at ourselves on the amazing divine water matrix that is ideal for them. We are so unique, we are so fragile, we are so often unprotected… And then how many more such probabilistic fluctuations in universal Time and in infinite Space will occur during our intrauterine period of nine months, as well as beyond the uterine subsequent development for ten and twenty years, so that we can still mature, so that we can grow up and then be called an earthly great Man, and the same splashing life itself here on the Kamchatka Peninsula, just like our fathers and our parents, our ancestors, grandfathers and grandmothers, and all their ancestors. And so it is from generation to generation here and in other places. So that we may become the same initiators and creators of earthly Life as our parents, who probably did not even suspect then, being in the constant joy of love, that they accidentally conceived us in their frenzy of their young passion, in the frenzy of their real spiritual bliss, and also their real earthly pleasure, and the real non-earthly voluptuousness of unity and love. And, that million or ten million of our fast spermatozoa are that special terrestrial panspermia that we now see in the firmament in the form of an endless Milky Way, in a constantly moving river, where in one place life suddenly originates by unknown mechanisms, and in another place it is based on other principles, but also unknown to us it quickly fades away, plunging into the eternity of those omnivorous black holes themselves. And both of these processes seem to balance each other in the whirl of matter, as matter and antimatter, as visible and black matter, as if they also deify each other, since only that invisible arrow of Time into which both of these processes simultaneously fall, on which they are located, It is only at the diametrically opposite ends of the arrow of Time itself that there is a real great Life, which no one can ever explain to us, not even the probably clever ones, even ancient Aristotle and Aristophanes or modern very clever philosophers., what can't be explained to us by any titled physicists, even Nobel laureates, who have studied the matter around us down to its very foundations, down to the smallest gluon, muon and boson incomprehensible to any of us, not to mention every student's guided electron, neutron, positron or again the elusive neutrino, telling us that everything in the World happened from a single small point from its subsequent Big Bang, which neither I nor you yourself, dear reader, will ever believe, because neither I nor you are exactly the point where everything begins and where everything ends in a moment. – Maybe I'm wrong? – Maybe this is really how we ourselves start with a small, invisible half-cell. – we start with that maternal and paternal zygote, it is not likely that these two zygotes of the mother and that zygote of the father once merged, as well as the whole World, as well as the entire universe, merging in black holes in some of its sections, gradually accumulates the energy of a future vibrant billions of years of life, to suddenly explode into a massive supernova and. to create another new Galaxy in the history of the Cosmos itself, giving a countdown there and then, and a new Time, where then physical processes will take place, just as in our Milky Way itself, in order to then be, absorbed by another intangible black substance or dark matter that is intangible not only by us, but also by experimental physicists themselves, giving rise to a new big Life, where we, like those small and invisible grains of sand on the seashore, will be rolled and crushed by incoming waves, and the winds themselves, and also the local Kamchatka frosts, and those passions, and with real emotions, and joy along with hatred, and once again joy, and disappointment, and all this is Life, our present earthly Life, which I want to tell and tell, remembering Alexey Vayamretyl and his ambiguous earthly Kamchatka Life.

Or maybe this dark matter doesn't exist, maybe our universe is described by a new non-Euclidean geometry, and then using Time itself as the fourth dimension in those complex formulas, we won't need the dark matter itself, unknown to anyone. And speaking of dark matter, about 65 or even 85 percent of it in the mass of our Cosmos itself, you begin to truly believe in that incredibly powerful Divine force that creates all this Earthly perfection that we ourselves and our friends and loved ones, our relatives and just neighbors are. and all our tribesmen, even here on the Kamchatka peninsula, even far away, where each of us was born… And, probably, it was there that those invisible strongly compressed points of matter from which we all emerged, became real earthly People on the arrow of Time.… And again, you begin to believe that our little dot, even our little life individually, what is it compared to that temporary cosmic Eternity? That's what we're trying to figure out here and now, telling you about just one young kamchadal, this still small and puny Nyman, and at the same time about a Big Man who, in his lifetime, probably wasn't the compressed Point into which all physicists on Earth want to compress existing matter, even today, even though 14.5 billion years back when, as they believe, everyone, including us, was born… And the vastness of his irrepressible thinking, and the vastness of his impulsive actions, stretched understandably much further than we could imagine ourselves and in our imagination if we ourselves had lived as richly and as quickly as he did, if we ourselves would have felt the way he felt here, including including ourselves, if we suffered the way he sometimes suffered bitterly, without feeling our help and the support he needed so much, or even the approval of his earthly endeavors. But it was his fast life full of real earthly happiness and such contradictions, it was his real race for that Olympic super marathon distance, and even if he did not reach the victorious finish line of life, which we all consider to be his happy old age, even if he did not see how his children got back on their feet, and their mother Mariam, how she rejoiced at him in those moments, in those seconds of theirs, and this is their Life, this is their Happiness and his, and their joint Joy of satisfaction from being… And we want to figure this out somehow, maybe like that meticulous practical physicist who doesn't believe in anything, first cutting the great molecules of life into the smallest atoms themselves, and then cutting the atom of life itself into its components, and only then tearing it apart on the most powerful and incredibly expensive cyclophasotrons. and these very things that make up our life, and trying to cut it up on the super-powerful collider at the European Cern, in order to find that unknown primary boson, our omnipresent boson, in order to know our whole life from time immemorial, but we can never touch it., you can't even imagine the formulas by which it is calculated on super-powerful supercomputers, since all this is beyond our ordinary consciousness and beyond our entire perception, so we don't have that special detector, we don't have that special antenna that could touch it and also to feel it, and everything that we do not touch and that we do not feel, we believe that it does not exist. "Is that so?" – Maybe someone doesn't touch or feel us and our thoughts? – Maybe our worries, and all our current and past experiences, will seem insignificant to someone. How insignificant to us is this ghostly and imperceptible boson, which is the basis of everything, including myself. But if I don't know this, how much will my life change and then will my worldview change? And how much will my whole worldview change if someone doesn't care about my worries today and all my worries? … In this multi-million, multi-billion world, there are so many of us, and I, my thoughts, and the course of my feelings are not always important and not always essential in the life of another person, even living next door on the same street, even living in the same apartment building… Often only: -hello! – and the slightly sad look of the one who answered your greeting. "What's behind that look?" So is our long and fast life, no matter how much you cut it into its component parts, no matter how carefully you dissect it, and no matter how I analyze it, not into a hundred, not into two hundred, not into three hundred, or even that thousand pages of concise text, or even ten volumes, because it's impossible, and I understand it myself, it's not possible to just to accommodate it, since our good deeds and intentions are not worth even one tear of a baby, it seems that an eastern sage said a long time ago… And how right he was! And it was only now that I, all of us, realized the futility of our intentions, to reflect, and re-traverse all the Paths of Alexei's Grandfather along the earth's paths, those paths that were probably flooded more than once by those spring waters and, even more, by that clear water. – nilgykyn soap, which probably makes up 98.3% of the fabulous matrix of our entire living, agitated and somehow experiencing body, and it makes up that pure water -nilgykyn soap is the only matrix of our entire earthly life… And how much of our water and special bodily water is subject to super–strong magnetic and high-frequency, and infrasound, and ultrasonic radiation, and those man-made terrestrial, and I'm sure all cosmic rays and radiation are not at all dependent on us, and how much into that clean water – nilgykyl soap today gets pesticides, pesticides, light and heavy radioactive elements, radiation waste, toxins and biotoxins, including from food, and how much of this water absorbs everything in order to simultaneously purify itself and become that clean water again – nilgykyn is a mymyl, in which a new, but completely different life is born, as in these Kamchatka more than a hundred thousand rivers and rivulets, in their spawning grounds every spring, under the influence of an unknown homing, a new red anadromous fish begins to spawn in spring, which then returns in a wall after three and five years, having gained both our weight and the fat that is important to us, in order to be in the same, there is no longer in the new clean water – nilgykyn-mymyl, repeat the same spiral life cycle, but on a new turn, and let's hope that his daughter Diana and his beloved and only son Alexander, on a new turn of their new life, will live their stupidly eventful lives and that their life path will be longer than theirs their father's, and understandably less tortuous than their father Alexei Vayamretyl's…

I wish that one day, suddenly and out of nowhere, their homming would give birth to the same, but already a new Kamchatka passionate life, like all our other little lives here.… After all, fifteen years may be enough for one, like Alexei's beloved wife Mariam, to become the mother of his daughter Daria and then literally a year later to become the mother of his son Alexander again at seventeen, but Alexei himself needed some nineteen years, and his brother Dimka was not even thirty-three years old. since even today he has not yet become a father in this Kamchatka land. And, here is his eldest and best friend Daniel, who recently turned twenty-seven years old, and he has not yet found his only and truly destined one for him, and it is also understandable because he has never become an earthly father, he could not close the coils of his spiral, which is obliged, which must always give on earth. a new life, because by the very nature of man it is ordained from above, from above it is ordained for us in the boundless heavens by our Most High himself. Oh, my brother Ivan is already seventy-one, but in all his long life he has never experienced true earthly happiness, he has not experienced that special pleasure and earthly satisfaction from real fatherhood, since his very fate and, probably, the highest Providence have arranged it so, and now I am the only one – The youngest of the three brothers has to constantly worry about his well-being and worry about it, clearly realizing that everything is in the hands of the highest Providence, everything is in the hands of a great and eternal Time, and our Space is not limited by any earthly or even cosmic limits. For some of us, this eternal Time is quite short, but for others, on the contrary, it takes so incredibly long that it seems there will never be any real end. – And why is it that our fate and their troubled lives on this planet are shaping up like this? This isn't the first time I've asked myself. – And should it be that the richer and more enlightened we become, the fewer of us are born and slowly, but no matter how steadily, according to scientists and demographers, the great Russian people have been degenerating not so long ago? And, despite the fact that the entire Asian world grew incredibly fast before that and so fast, does their entire Muslim world continue to grow, even if it is earthly, even if it is nearby, but their special world is absolutely and probably alien to us? Maybe this is due to the fact that they are more comfortable, that they are warmer, that they have more divine solar radiation, which is as strong as good wine plays in their blood, which is either light yellow, dark brown, or as black as that of Negroids. And is it only in this, in the color of the skin, that everything is so earthly? After all, our blood is so red in all nations. – Probably, there are other non-extraterrestrial, or maybe the simplest and most banal earthly reasons? – I repeat my questions. – Especially those rather fleeting nineties. Let's take the years of our new Russian revolutionary transformations, which we all had to go through, and also each of us individually suffered them. Indeed, back in 1991, there were about 150 million people in Russia after the collapse of the USSR, and now in 2012 there are only about 143 million people. And even the rather substantial current maternity capital and other seemingly effective measures of our leaders of all ranks did not result in an instant, and clearly visible, increase or real revolutionary leap in the population, and even a significant increase in the Russian population. Although demographers note that there is a trend, there is a positive demographic situation, and we are naturally immensely happy about this, along with our politicians, who have chosen the right direction in principle to increase the population of Great Russia and restore its incredibly talented population. And that's who and how these fluctuations, this world's water, its wave running across the sea surface, easily transforms into that unknown water matrix that reflects the entire multifaceted and multifaceted world, and then, after some time, but necessarily, each of us then also easily evaporates on the Kamchatka bonfire, rising then we are forever connected to the same fluctuating boundless and endless Cosmos. – And where are those invisible, imperceptible edges here? – Where does our great unity with the Cosmos begin, and when does it end, and where is that invisible spaceship that carries us through this immeasurable and eternal silence, where is it born – our very life, and then the real struggle begins, our true sufferings begin, and also our frequent upsets, our such disappointments and incredible joy just from the fact that you live here, that you still really feel, that you also think quickly, that you are doing all that what you've been planning for a long time, you've suffered for a long time, and maybe you're even creating something truly beautiful or important for others, you still want to, and every day you can, you realize and comprehend yourself and realize again that you yourself are still so unique by nature., That you're also so unique, except in your children?… And then, over the years, past our will, this life easily turns into a short-term and instantaneous plasma burst, and only then, for each of us personally, such eternal darkness and endless silence for many centuries, which will merge, maybe into millennia, and turn into imperceptible megaparsecs of these interstellar colossal distances, rushing to no one knows where or, conversely, from no one knows where. And, what kind of porridge will be cooked there, will there be music of real happiness and will there be this strict farewell bell ringing, which of us knows today and now, communicating with each other in joy, seeing something, and maybe anticipating something else… And in recent years I've been asking myself: What will remain after us? It can only be that we have done for our souls, as the great and powerful Vladimir Monomakh said and wrote in his letter to Oleg, so long ago, either in the XIII or in the XV century. Oh, it's not that important to me today. A century earlier, a century later. Since it was said by him, it was etched into the notches of my soul by his prophetic word, transmitted to me by historians, as if it were said today and maybe even now by one of us. And so Alexander Yakovlevich Ugolev thought for quite a long time and analyzed the actions of his ward, the younger Alexei Vayamretyl, and his friend, his elder Danila, studied their two life paths in detail before, not without the help of daily labor, he took up his sharply honed goose pen to write his memoirs and, at the same time, he often asked himself: