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

– When was the last burst of Alexei Vayamretyl's plasma when he left it? And what did each of them feel, Danila's friend, Alexey himself, and Alexander Yakovlevich, his senior mentor? – Or maybe it all happened then, in the early days of November 2010, when he, as a true brave and devoted man, learned the idea of devoted Japanese samurai, brought into his mind, and died easily far away in the tundra, long ago so easily abandoned on this Kamchatka land by all of us. Abandoned and alone there in the tundra, and his now grieving brother Dima, and his now suffering mother Tatiana, as well as his disappointed friends Nikolai Umyavilkhin, Daniil Kangin. Moreover, his imminent departure forever from them and all of us is not quite ordinary. Everything happened, after all, not so far from the village of Tilichiki, the regional center on the Kamchatka Peninsula, which in 2013-2014 we are gradually going to celebrate 300 years, honoring in our memory hundreds and thousands of people like Alexey Vayamretyl, and the Nymylans, and the Koryaks with the Chukchi and all the olutors, Laurovetlans, and Evens, and Belarusians, and Russians, and Kazakhs, and Ukrainians, and Tatars with Yakuts, and it is unknown with whom else, because now, at the present time, all their primordial genetic bloodlines in the turbulent historical whirlwind of real life have long been merged into one glass of our vibrant and unique earthly Kamchatka local free life… Or maybe this last plasma burst of his occurred exactly then and at the moment when Alexander Ugolev and his friends saw off on March 3 of the following year on his last journey to that last earthly funeral pyre, which he, being still so young, often dreamed of and often asked for. Alexander Yakovlevich must be cremated here only according to their ancient custom, as before, his great-grandfather was cremated on hot bonfires on the banks of the Vetveyvayama River, and his grandfather, like his father, was burned on, which he often and enthusiastically told Ugolev himself, being proud of both his presence and his hunting successes. And it is interesting that for some reason that last funeral pyre itself burned so badly this time, and then burned so badly. Apparently, his very yellow plasma flame of six hundred degrees resisted his early unnatural departure from all those who still remained here on this Kamchatka land, literally abandoned by him alone, always a Kamchatka samurai, so faithful and so devoted in his soul. Why, the real thing is, he walked away from all of them quite young, leaving us and at the same time turning into a cosmic ether with which we can still honestly communicate every second, stirring up our memory, but we will never see each other here on Earth, we will never feel that quick breathless breath from his running along the path of life here without him, without his eyes, without his special warmth and such a discouraging smile, which he now smiles only from a color photograph., it conveys only those elusive outlines of his earthly, local Kamchatka existence, his intense and so short life. And then the entire funeral team had to pour out more than one canister of oily solara, so that his body, which had remained here on earth for a long time without his aching soul, which had left his body back there on the Kultushnaya River, would quickly connect with his personal, and that special Cosmic infinity unknown to anyone, or perhaps unknown to us.that singularity, and that truly great Cosmic Eternity, when you don't even want to look at that yellow flame swaying in the wind, and you can't, because your eyes have seen more than that in a long life., They've been crying for so long, not obeying your will at all, not obeying your desire not to cry anymore, hiding the bitterness of this loss, and now you can easily understand that these are tears not only for the memory of him, but also tears for your elder brother Boris, and for your beloved mother Efrosinia Ivanovna., and for the gentle and affectionate grandmother Nadezhda Izotovna, and for her aunt Arina Ivanovna, and her sister, for Aunt Ekaterina Yakovlevna, and for Uncle Alexander Yakovlevich, and for their brothers Alexei Yakovlevich, and for Fyodor Yakovlevich., and also for the cousins Viktor Alexandrovich and Vitaly Dmitrievich, and for his drowned young sister Tamara Dmitrievna, for his nephew Nikolai Fedorovich and many more who said goodbye to you a long time ago, who left this world, leaving perhaps only their deep mark in your tenacious memory, leaving a deep notch in it in your memory.. And then you can't sleep at night for a long time, stirring up long-gone days and events that have passed in the flow of Time, remembering all those days and days, and those special earthly moments when joy, and sometimes those moments of excitement that they brought to your aching earthly soul. And, probably, only then, remaining in our also quite often fluctuating memory and remaining in those invisible nerve cells of his still small and understanding nothing about earthly life and the life of the creator, the father of his son Alexander, who united them forever, making us all one tribe, and then by the same Great Russian people, now it doesn't matter where you live today – how far away is it on this forgotten Kamchatka Peninsula – on this edge of the Pacific Ocean, on the shores of the Hidden buta Bay of Corfu, in the village of Tilichiki, which is now very small but has been restored after the catastrophic earthquake of April 21, 2006, or maybe in the very center of Russia and in such a fertile Non-Chernozem region, here in Lipetsk itself or even in the same famous heroic Kursk, where then, when you There was no such bloody, famous and historical Battle of Kursk in 1943, or maybe you're just in Tambov, or almost in the same Voronezh., or in such an ancient and still namoleno-Slavic Smolensk, or here on the spacious Kulikovo Russian field, or maybe in the small village of Zholobovo, Ruzsky district, lost somewhere in the forest, or maybe in the very place that we all have long been praying for, like the historic Sergiev Posad near Moscow. – the current center of our Great Russian Orthodoxy and the center of all Russian Christianity, where just a few days ago, on January 22, 2012, I prayed to those of his incorruptible relics of Sergius of Radonezh, whose greatness and earthly glory have transcended into the depths of Time for many centuries, preserving his divine relics incorruptible, speaking to us from that to many of them we are far from the Middle Ages, which may not be as enlightened as it is today, so that we can reach the most acute pain in my heart and, today, disturb my heart, which has been aching for sixty years, in order to literally touch my soul to the quick, at the same time making her tremble so tenderly, and maybe at the same time asking me what I have done for my soul in these almost sixty years… And then, and there in Sergiev Posad near Moscow, it occurred to me that it was on this vacation that I should finish writing this essay about him, about a simple man on earth, about such a simple man – about Alexei Vayamretyl, a true, loyal samurai, a man with such an open heart and yet so pure, open to all of us with our souls. What do I need, because I can remember everything and share with people what I know about, and also tell people how he lived all these years, what really bothered him here on Kamchatka soil…

And yet, I wanted to tell others, and ask myself why!?… To tell us about him, about his rushing and restless and trembling soul, which was so close with us on this fertile Kamchatka land and on our entire vast Land, which was able to lead him and all of us along these paths and narrow Kamchatka, and along the wide paths trodden by more than one generation of the entire vast and boundless Russia has been around for years, giving true creative inspiration to him and our constant, unstoppable creativity, giving us all strength and real confidence, and also providing the opportunity, to overcome all those temporary difficulties that may be literally in a day, in a week, or even in a month, will seem to us not so likely to be fatal, will appear before our attentive gaze not so insurmountable, and will also be easily forgotten in our memory, probably erased there, or replaced by other momentary ones. the problems of our existence, and then, being in another time interval, we will understand and realize all the frailty of our violent emotions, all the frailty of our temporal and spatial life stereotypes embedded in us by someone., someone may have imposed on us or even importuned by the mass media into our consciousness, all those often unnecessary life-time principles that we often try so vainly to follow, just as he tried to follow his truly samurai medieval precepts and traditions, and their instructions, never once and, having not visited Japan, which is the most beautiful and mysterious for all of us, but only maybe in childhood a few times, after reading about it and many books, having learned about it that there are little ones there, because he is people., that their real special island spiritual life is probably boiling there, real human passions are boiling, even though these people know how to hide their emotions, showing us their devotion and showing us loyalty to their master. Now, sitting at my desk and looking at his color photograph standing on the table in a slightly gilded frame, I constantly ask myself these questions and I can't find absolute, verified, unambiguous and truly correct answers to them. I can't find the only answers that would allow me to truly understand, would allow me to fully realize our entire earthly human frailty and our earthly one, after all, once upon a time, the coming earthly completeness and complete completeness, which certainly and forever puts a single point in our long, though such a short life can then be like his, turning our life into that incredibly black hole that will easily suck up everything that we suffered so violently, what we were so sincerely sick about, what we sometimes worried about and what, they probably couldn't have done it, or even changed it, or even forgiven someone, because at such a moment it all turns into that small, tiny point invisible to others, which hardly anyone will see in the immeasurable Cosmos of our entire Lives.… – Why did he leave all of us so early, and quite easily left his beloved Mariam, and left his son Alexander and daughter Diana? Yes! – Why did he leave all of us who were nearby, who also wanted him to be with us for more than one or two days, now and always, as long as we ourselves remain here on Earth? And that's when you realize that maybe our meeting with him will ever happen at least once, but again, and it will happen! But it probably won't happen here on this Earth anymore, but far away in that Cosmic infinity, in that special cosmic singularity, where exactly those of our biological waves running through the cosmic vastness and those fluctuations that many of us do not understand, which over time we ourselves will all turn into, rushing then unknown. where, and it is not known for how long, because it is not possible for any of us earthly inhabitants to understand and realize with our earthly human mind that our Cosmos is eternal, that it is at the same time so infinite. This is probably because our God-created Consciousness, often in such a fragile body with its own finite dimensions, as in women, is humorously noted by men as 90x60x90, and in men it is their 165 or 175 centimeters tall, often ending with our fingertips, sharp nails on them, or fluffy hairs, and even with the tip of their nose or the edges of our ears, they do not allow your whole thinking consciousness to understand and clearly feel that the great Cosmos itself is eternal and probably still infinite, at the same time when we ourselves are finite., and sometimes we can't grow more than one meter by seventy-two centimeters, and someone is taller than one meter, and eighty centimeters, and even the third one is incredibly happy who is two meters tall or taller, like our famous artists Philip Kirkorov or NBA basketball players who left for the USA in the NHL league, and whom we we can only see it sometimes on TV, hearing the comments of announcers and sports commentators with an enthusiastic story about all of them. But at the same time, I also want pediatrician Volodya Shelapugin, surgeon Igor Kosygin, my friend electrician Volodya Dubrov, my friend Alexei Vayamretyl, my well-known friend Vladimir Alekseevich Vladimirov, and the chairman of the collective farm named after him to be with me today. Viktor Antonov, and the secretary of the Olyutorsky district committee of the CPSU, Semyon Gubarev, and my brother Boris Alekseevich, and my beloved mother Efrosinia Ivanovna, and my never-forgotten grandmother Nadezhda Izotovna, and my aunts Orina Ivanovna and Ekaterina Yakovlevna, and my cousin Viktor Dmitrievich, and his sister Tamara Dmitrievna, aunt and uncle Anna Alexandrovna Struchalina and Fyodor Markovich Sushchenko, and Efrosinia Evdokimovna and Vasily Markovich Sushchik, and many, many of those passionate people whom you have known for a long time and who so unexpectedly, so, As always, they suddenly left and left all of us forever, so that we could suffer here alone and still suffer, fight and always win. So that we can overcome ourselves, first of all, because I understand that all the problems, all the sorrows are in our soul, in our trembling, constantly fluctuating consciousness, which intuitively understands the desire to live, often destroys itself with its habits, its traditional customs and its beliefs, which are absorbed by one with his mother's milk from birth, and someone else may have been inspired by someone, brought by someone into his trembling consciousness that does not find a real earthly home.… And it's only now that you realize, holding your sharpened pen in your right hand, that you realize that the best tombstone for all of them, the best indestructible granite monument to them, will still be what you will ever write about them, as you wrote about your meetings with Kirill Vasilyevich Kilpalin, which your creative editor To Svetlana Ivanovna Zhdanova, they seemed as sophisticated as those of the great M. Dostoevsky himself. Now, to all of them, and above all to Alexey Vayamretyl, the true samurai will have an earthly monument exactly what you share about him with others, and even if you don't remember everything now for sure, maybe you don't know everything for sure from those fleeting thoughts that were in his seething and often explosive conscious. Maybe you've thought of something for coherence and consistency, maybe it's your fantasy, but it's probably not that far from our earthly truth, because it can be difficult to grasp the course of our thoughts and actions, and often it's practically impossible.. This is probably due to the fact that often our thoughts, our plans, our special night dreams and fantasies differ significantly from what we actually do, what else we talk about, why we may also cry bitterly. Often our thoughts, our emotions, our behavior and our movement are not the same and are not reflected as we understand it, as we would like to see it ourselves or would like to explain it to others now, often justifying or embellishing reality itself, distorting, as in a crooked mirror, all earthly realities themselves…

But now you can't even fall asleep without holding your sharp goose feather in your right hand, and not knowing to yourself and others about them, about their lives, about their experiences, about their true earthly aspirations.... And now I'm kind of asking myself: – Did Alexey's last outburst reach us when he was dying in November 2010 of my sinking heart and why did it hurt so much then that I even had to take, besides validol, a couple more small tablets of nitroglycerin. And then I didn't call an ambulance home, because this acute chest pain had already subsided in ten or maybe fifteen minutes, which told the doctor himself that I had managed to eliminate another angina attack this time, albeit with difficulty, and successfully stop it. And now you can breathe calmly and think and comprehend slowly.… And at the same time, you also need to understand that you need to hurry to write.… Because such a second attack may be for you, it may be for your life, for your earthly being, and then you will not have time and will never tell others about what really worried you here on the peninsula, what worried you from the bottom of your heart, and what was truly meaningful to you. and so much more substantial…Then you yourself will become that small point from which something will happen again, just like that, and suddenly be born… In order to get something out of it, it will take a new supernova explosion, so that with its bright flash it notifies us that a new, real life is being born somewhere, a new, unique world is being born, living according to its own temporal and spatial laws, not ours and outside my consciousness.… And now you're puzzled by the question you often ask yourself: "What's going to happen tomorrow?"?? – Will there be this pain of yours tomorrow after the same acute attack, angina pectoris, which, as you have known for a long time, ends in 50 percent of cases, or even 75 percent of cases… You know everything well, and naturally today you still want to be in that other part of this statistical swing beyond your control, which allows you to communicate today, and worry so much, and create again and again today.… – And then will all these percentages of survivors of acute coronary pain syndrome (IHD) be important to me? I would have asked. – After all, then all my positive physical and energetic entropy accumulated over sixty years will slowly fade away and become equal to the world around me, changing in Time and Space, and all the supreme Divine creation that could only create great Time and infinite Space, and maybe even the Most High Jesus Christ himself, in what every day fewer and fewer people on Earth doubt, they will quietly and easily dissolve into the immeasurable and such boundless cosmic ether, maybe also fluctuating with their invisible rays, or maybe forever sileAfter all, then all my positive physical and energetic entropy accumulated over sixty years will slowly fade away and become equal to the world arounme, changing in Time and Space, and all the supreme Divine creation that could only create great Time and infinite Space, and maybe even the Most High Jesus Christ himself, in what every day fewer and fewer people on Earth doubt, they will quietly and easily dissolve into the immeasurable and such boundless cosmic ether, maybe also fluctuating with their invisible rays, or maybe forever silent, like many, many who lived before us. This one, my special physical entropy, will easily dissolve into the eternal cosmic silence and then there will be complete extraterrestrial silence, and that eternal silence is not subject to any earthly forces and is no longer subject to any earthly influences… – Does anyone on earth or my family or friends know what this eternal silence means, what this Cosmic silence means to all of us? – And does it exist if we can easily and quickly transition from one state of life to another, easily turning into those endless waves of ether that no one can feel? And what does this boundless Cosmic silence mean? Today, we are going to try together with you, dear reader, to understand this and our fragile earthly life, practically from nowhere and probably quite accidentally, arising, and also suddenly leaving, and so easily, quietly leaving this worlToday, we are going to try together with you, dear reader, to understand this and our fragile earthly life, practically from nowhere and probably quite accidentally, arising, and also suddenly leaving, and so easily, quietly leaving this world, but, nevertheless, leaving such an inconspicuous trace about It's only in our memory and in our children, whom only we could nurture, whom only we could always protect here on Earth, and so incredibly accidentally. Our Alexey Vayamretyl, after all, all his short life he professed the path of a real Japanese samurai – that true path of their warrior, and did not deviate from it to the brink. That's why, first of all, he was constantly fighting with himself, and probably with all of us who knew and remembered him well, and still remember him today. He wanted to be like them, like the great and courageous medieval Japanese samurai warriors, from the day he realized himself as a real person and remembered himself. He wanted his very recently born little son Alexander to know literally everything about samurai, and here I am, remembering his unusual desire for current life and in comparison with him, having complete freedom of choice in moving around the world, including material, one day, being once again on my own publishing in Moscow, too, and, at the same time in 2010, I went into some store somewhere in September, and it's truwanted his very recently born little son Alexander to know literally everything about samurai, and here I am, bering his unusual desire for current life and in comparison with him, having complete freedom of choice in moving around the world, including material, one day, being once again on my own publishing in Moscow, too, and, at the same time in 2010, I went into some store somewhere in September, and it's true, even the receipt of that store was preserved in the book, I was walking along the old Moscow alleys, I went into one of the Moscow shops somewhere in the center and, by chance, in an amazing semi-antique shop, I accidentally saw a beautiful, perfectly illustrated book by Thomas Lewis and Tommy Ito "Samurai: the Way of the Warrior" translated from English in 2008, Niola Press publishing house, and very quickly, glancing through a few pages, without hesitation, I decided to buy it. And surprisingly, our friend Alexey Vayam Disappeared at exactly the same time, theAnd surprisingly, our friend Alexey Vayam Disappeared at exactly the same time, there in northern Kamchatka, probably missing and no longer knowing how, he disappeared for all of us, only in his agonal unconsciousness he drank the remnants of the clean river water nilgykyn mymyl in the house, which no longer gave him those vital forces, nor that aquatic inspiration for life that he always had before… Now I understand that he left us all quite quietly, so far away, first to collect cedar shiksha in the distant Tilichik and that Kultush tundra, and then, very quietly, completely alone, since we are born, he left forever without disturbing anyone, and then he did not return, and he will never return, It's never been in this world of ours, and it's such a hectic world for him. And it's understandable, and it's so incredible, and it's so amazing that I, being literally nine thousand kilometers away from the place where those tragic events unfolded for all of us, which I want to tell everyone about, because I clearly realized that a man who is becoming And it's undersable, and it's so incredible, and it's so amazing that I, being literally nine thousand kilometers away from the place where those tragic events unfolded for all of us, which I want to tell everyone about, because I clearly realized that a man who is becoming in life, that his boyfriend, his son, is still growing up. Alexander, at the current age of 3, will be glad of such a gift, and when he grows up, he will quickly read and remember for a long time, and the text of my book is in memory of his father, and he will probably understand the true earthly purpose of his father's rather short life in the soul of his real Kamchatka samurai. And whether he will follow the path of a true, devoted and faithful samurai voluntarily, whether he will follow the path chosen by his loving father, or also on this great Kamchatka, great Russian land, he will repeat the path of his father easily, burning from the still unsatisfied passion of life and such unrequited love for young Mariam and his son. it is to him – his beloved, his first and his only Alexander. And it is symbolic that in history we know and remember the names Alexander the Great, Alexander SuvorAnd it is symbolic that in history we knowmember the nmes Alexander the Great, Alexander Suvorov…, my uncle Kaida Alexander … Yes, how many famous and not so famous, brave and cowardly, resourceful and brave Alex

But I understood that the album of lifetime photographs of his father, which I made in his memory, and this very small book dedicated to him, would probably be our best earthly monuments, which my best friend Daniel and I, who was still alive, could put up not only at the place of his cremation on the hill marked surveyors like the height of 444, but in his soul he is still such a small and perhaps not so bright son of Alexander. And again, we see in the three-digit number of the height of this ritual hill only three fours, all absorbing three fours, two of him and one of Daniel's friend, and they are so united here, since Daniel, sometime later, having separated from his body, will look down on all of us from there, as we are slowly carrying his younger friend on our shoulders, so that without thinking about anything earthly, we can easily betray him to the all-consuming flame of our fleeting earthly life on this bonfire of green cedar, symbolizing only our restless and earthly life.... But right now, we are anxiously caring and rejoicing about the fragile soul of his son Alexander, who still has so much to do and has to work hard, and so much to work in this changing world around us. After all, he still has to study and work hard for a long time, and after maturing and maturing, he must passionately love and suffer with us for his father. And after all, like his father, Alexey Vayamretyl needs, first of all, like that Japanese samurai, to learn to work hard and hard every day, to know our life in all its manifestations, to understand and perceive the whole world exactly as it is around us, without trying to accomplish what we earthly people it is impossible for us not to try to realize and achieve something that is somehow beyond our earthly human capabilities, probably long ago from our birth, determined for us by Providence itself, and maybe by the great Lord God. And only by following his eternal commandments, and only by working on your soul, can you achieve earthly, perhaps that special samurai enlightenment and awareness of your role and place on Earth. This is probably the only part of our earthly local Kamchatka life. It is only in overcoming oneself and one's weaknesses, one's laziness, one's bliss and one's unwillingness to move forward, and at the same time one's unwillingness to meet each other, that one's true love will manifest itself, and our local Kamchatka life is still so full.…