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

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Alexey

Vayam

has

been

faithful

and

followed

in

his

actions

this

prescribed

samurai

code

of

conduct,

copied

on

paper

by him

.

"If someone serves officially, or lives at the court of the master , he should not think about hundreds and thousands of other people, he should only care about the welfare of his master. He should also not worry about his life line or anything else that seems valuable to him. Even if this gentleman turns out to be phlegmatic…" The samurai's 'reward ' will be the divine protection of the gods and buddhas." "Hagakure" by Yamamoto Tsunemoto (1659-1719). Indeed, Alexey Vayamretyl, throughout his still short life, was faithful and followed in his actions this prescribed code of conduct of the samurai, copied by him on paper. Once, in his eternal youthful fervor, he persistently and persistently explained to me that the entire code of the samurai is now well known to all of us as Bushido or the "Way of the Warrior" and he himself chose this path back then in his youth and, of course, will selflessly follow it now all the time. And could I, such a simple and yet mortal, resist his inner desire, clearly expressed by him, deeply realized by him, and suffered so much over the years? – Where did this idea come from in his young head? Neither his best friend Daniil, nor even the elder Alexander Yakovlevich, nor his brother Dimka knew. Probably, after all, something was infused into the ancient blood of his native mother, the indigenous branch of the Vietnamese Nymylanka, born from the ancient Koryak village of Branches, which was long ago founded by the deer Koryaks on the eponymous tributary of the Vyvenka River, something completely unknown to us by those ancient strong Japanese or even the Ainu, who are probably 40 thousand years old. Back during the glaciation, they easily reached these parts and left their warm blood in their ancient Koryak-Namylan genetics, which our Namylans then preserved in their fragile genetics., having given the entire vast local Kamchatka family of Vayamretylov, which was often translated by him as lying on the water (or maybe lying on their river Vetrovayam). Alexey Vayam told the elder Alexander Ugolev and his friend Danila often, especially when he was drinking, that the final rationalization of samurai views in Japan and their modern consciousness of Bushido and its greatest dogma were introduced not so long ago, just somewhere in the XVII century, when the samurai themselves began to perceive the ancient Confucian idea of superman and, serve as a living example for the lower classes. During the reign of the Tokugawa clan, Taira Shigesuke also wrote the book "Bushido Sosinshu" ("Instruction to a person entering the path of a warrior"), which later became a comprehensive set of rules of Bushido and the hopes placed on it. Like the book "Hukagure", it, as it is not surprising to us today, begins with that reflection on the same eternal, namely about natural death, that inevitable death, the onset of which all of us earthly people are often so afraid of and which Alexey himself passionately despised and was not at all afraid of. he and his older friend were probably radically different from each other, which is why it took so long, probably at first, to get to know Alexander Ugolev and slightly misunderstood each other. But because of this, they had neither the usual mutual resentments against each other, nor reasonable claims or even a real misunderstanding during their frequent communication. "Anyone who considers himself a warrior, first of all, should keep the thought of death in his head and think about it day and night… as long as you think about death all the time, you will be able to walk the path of devotion and fulfillment of obligations to your clan." "Hagakure" by Yamamoto Tsunemoto (1659-1719). This great awareness of our mortality by earthly people, especially in the soul of true samurai warriors, is seen as an incentive for good behavior, because reverence overcame laziness and even their lack of attention to each other. A samurai who has trained himself to live as if every day is his last day will never engage in useless arguments, indulge his unhealthy desires, neglect his duties, or cultivate a useless attraction to material possessions or maybe great comfort. This is exactly how we all remember our Alexei Vayamretyl. This is how his senior comrade Alexander Yakovlevich Ugolev remembers him, although he himself equipped his business offices in Apuk and Tilichiki with the latest in household comfort, especially since this is an area of the Far North and even the northernmost Kamchatka Peninsula and the climate here is oh what not yet European and naturally not Sochi subtropical or even steppe Crimean. And we, because all his friends understood that, reflecting on death, he still lived next to his friend Alexander Ugolev, just like real samurai warriors.

Alexey lay there, without fear or regret, reflecting on his probable death, without naming its specific time, since he could not yet know it, at the same time, he always pushed himself to a full and such a rich earthly life. He always tried to take from her today the special maximum that all young people are capable of, who are in a hurry to live to the "fullest" and enjoy earthly life and indiscriminately taking from her all the best that they dreamed of in their childhood, or adolescence, and if such a thing had not happened in her If there was an unexpected high and steep cliff, and a turn that was not necessary for him, then his rich life would probably have been quite long, and it is possible that it would have been truly happy. And was he then happy himself so easily and so quietly, leaving us and with his last strength asking forgiveness only from his only and beloved Mariam, that probably also our biblical Mariam, who literally drove him crazy from the first day, at first sight, who was so loved by him and besides, how about her, he had never seen another woman in his life, and, importantly, he would not want to know them!? And I'm sure that at the last minute he was thinking about her, saying goodbye to her, realizing that they would never be like this together, like this next to each other, like this soul to soul, like this heart to heart… Only the last one written with a weak hand… sorry!!! During his lifetime, he was completely absorbed in her, he was captivated by her in a special way, like no other of his peers, and nothing, not even his inner, belligerent, and even truly samurai, could penetrate into their real relationship, into their earthly and fabulous love for just the two of them. And so, perhaps, when he left us forever, he also took with him practically his unquenchable earthly love for us and that real and sincere devotion of a young man who had not yet enjoyed in the least and was not at all tired of this love of his and their mutual love, who had not tasted it to us., her completely unknown charms and her real earthly joys, above all to her – to his Mariam, because he was constantly thinking about her, not to mention his fatherly pride and passionate fatherly love for his son Alexander, whom he adored so immensely, whom he waited a long time for his birth on February 9, 2009, and then, reverently adoring and truly fatherly loved immensely, without parting with him, even for a minute. – And was his Mariam, his adored Mariam, worthy of his purest, highest, inexhaustible, inexhaustible love, then and even now? – Did she betray him once, or maybe once, and already forever, when she decided to unite her burning passion with female flesh, maybe only once in bed with his older friend Daniel? And so, today, on January 22, 2012, after the day of the equinox and the real Epiphany frosts near Moscow, I am here, having arrived on a comfortable Mercedes bus from great and ancient Moscow, I stand alone with my completely uncovered gray head in the indescribably ancient Sergiev Posad, I stand at the coffin of our famous Sergius of Radonezh, I stand humbly, kneeling at his incorruptible ashes, probably preserved for us by his descendants by the will of the Lord God himself and Providence itself from that distant year 1645, preserved for earthly descendants to the present day, and after all, nothing, Neither universal Time, nor even infinite Space can separate us now.… And, neither in 1812, the French, nor in 1941, the fascists (the entire German horde) and the whole of Europe, who helped them and him, Hitler, could not crush his earthly peace here, his eternal earthly peace, and in all this, after all, the greatest sign of that endless Eternity of life itself on our Earth, a sign of constant faith in our eternal life and faith in our all–encompassing Christian religion, which divides our life into a visible part of it – here on earth and that part unknown to any of us mortals – an otherworldly one, about which we know nothing and we know nothing, but we sincerely hope that it exists and exists in the form of a ghostly fairy-tale prosperous paradise for the righteous themselves and a terrifying hell boiling with passions for the real all earthly sinners… To my great regret, Alexey Vayamretyl did only the first timid attempts and occasionally went with Alexander Ugolev to the Tilichik new church to put a candle there himself for the health and peace of all his relatives. And, the elder, fully understood him and at first did not strongly insist, did not force him, but persuaded him to believe for a long time, he expected that our Christian true Christian faith would awaken in his soul, and suddenly that our Great Russian people would lead to true progress and real development for many centuries, and he was an elder friend. I think I understood it then. And I understood! Well, Alexey Vayam could not have become so quickly here, after returning from Yelizovo boarding school, a real Orthodox Christian at heart, since in those years from 1984 to 2010, Christianity had not yet been fully revived on the Kamchatka Peninsula. Neither in Tilichiki itself, nor in the village of Khailino and in the same Branch, nor in the same Kultushino and Yelizovo, so that true and true Christianity, that inner faith in the Lord God, in his great providence, can so easily and quite simply reach each of us, so fragile and so mortal. – Although, who is he by blood?! I would have asked. – And who is he by blood? – Alexander Ugolev once asked himself, knowing the answer in advance, since he had thought about it more than once and clearly reflected on it. His own mother is a real Kamchatka Nymph, and his blood father? The father, as we learn further from Alexey, is a pure-blooded Russian, perhaps with that small mix of all the bloodlines, even those ancient freedom-loving and probably Polovskoy ancient Kievan bloodlines who lived in the steppe expanses between the shores of the Old Oskol and the stormy Seversky Donets, who often and quietly fed our Great Don, then carrying their waters to the Sea of Azov and the Black Sea, and only then, connecting with the waters of the great World ocean, they also returned to our long-suffering land in the form of summer life-giving rain, turning into ear-shaped fields filled with the power of wheat., there in my native Belgorod region and Kharkiv region, and walking like a wave of red anadromous fish, called by eternal homming into the local Kamchatka rivers from the life-giving depths of such an immense and mysterious local Ocean that stretches thousands of kilometers to the north, east and south of the Pacific Ocean. So, who is Alexey Vayamretyl here?!?! Who is he, except that in translation he means, as lying on the Water, pure water –nilgykyn mymyl? Who is he lying on this so fast Water or on the great River – Branches!? In his soul, he is the true ancient Japanese samurai and also a real and brave warrior, but in life he is a true man of God and a faithful, devoted, immensely loving husband, and in the family he is a completely rebellious younger pampered son and at the same time such a caring father, and in his mind, in his soul – such a trembling, loving and caring soul, and not only for her, for his beloved Mariam, his divine and deified Mariam, but also, of course, he was worried about his little son Alexander, while worrying about the fate of his daughter Diana, not knowing what to do with all of us, his many friends, who may often have been not quite fair to him, not quite friendly to him and his endeavors, and sometimes even more strict to his mistakes and life blunders… Oh, he lived fast and dreamed of always being a true warrior and completely faithful to the ancient teachings of the Japanese samurai, which he learned perfectly literally from childhood, literally from the first books that he knew how to get and read about his beloved samurai. After all, Alexey Vayamretyl collected everything about his beloved samurai from an early age. Wherever fate threw him: to a boarding school in Khailino, or maybe to a boarding school in Palansky, or to the city of Yelizovo itself, he always had a rather heavy folder with photos in his backpack, as well as newspaper clippings and calligraphic extracts from many books that he had previously read about Japanese samurai.. He collected these clippings for a long time in every library where fate threw him, he often leafed through them, admiring the oriental purity of their uncluttered thoughts, the courage of the actions of those ancient Japanese warriors, and he wanted to be just as courageous, just as pure in thought and yet completely infallible in all his earthly actions. And, he followed them all his twenty-five-year life, so that one day he would say, and in not clearly written, still retaining such an unreadable caligraphy of his handwriting, on that very small and random piece of paper that we hold in our trembling hands today.:

"Mariam… (or maybe mom, since the letters are heavily blurred), I think I'm dying.., I'm sorry.. for what happened!!! Take care of my son Al…cs.. ra___" And then the devil or arrow, no strength, no ability, no movement, no writing, like those prisoners of Mauthausen, who had not been fed or even watered for a month or two.. Then the silence and utter silence of his eternity… And then there is their special funeral pyre at an altitude of 444 not far from the Tilichiki regional center, at the height from which the hills of his Branches are visible, visible on the hillock of his promised land, which could calmly feed and protect him, and such a rapid ascension of his trembling soul somewhere far away, literally to the very high heavens To all their top people… And, what else did he want and could not say with those indistinctly written dots or even a sweeping dash at the end? And then… And then, for him, a real and present eternity has come!!!… That, for others, is a hopeless eternity, into which we, regardless of wealth or poverty, rank or place in our envious society, will soon all sink, regardless of our own desires and preferences learned over a long life, or our maybe conscious choice, as the process of our dying and none of us can influence death itself, no one can delay its inevitable arrival, if he had seven spans in his forehead. For him, then, at his last ritual bonfire, his eternal rest and the calm of his restless, and still trembling soul came! … And all his earthly worries, all that worried him so much, are now nothing. Everything is rotten now!!!…Now it doesn't matter, and it doesn't matter what he was so worried about yesterday!!! – Who doesn't care? "For him or for us?" He lived by it, it was his being, and he naturally could not have done otherwise, just as samurai never deviate from their principles and only real hara-kiri can sum up, only masculine and courageous hara-kiri shows his real strength and your real conviction, and strong faith. And this is his special hara-kiri, because it is above all our gossip, above all our worries and contempt for him or his ambiguous and such a busy life… And that's all, his highest inner samurai principles, all his such warlike intentions, all his awe of true devotion to his friends, as he thought, or rather comrades, or even more correctly fellow travelers on his short path. "Where are they now?" …

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How

do

we

all

live

today?

And

is

there

a

geophysical

and

special

modern

psychotronic

weapon

aimed

specifically

at

us?

And

also,

what

is the

true

role

of

genetically

modified

foods

in

our

lives

today?

On February 28, 2011, before departing from Moscow Domodedovo Airport, Alexander Yakovlevich Uglev, in his now reconstructed and spacious passenger storage device, went to a kiosk and literally accidentally bought Computer Bild lying on a bookshelf along with other glossy magazines Behind the Wheel, Moto, and for some reason automatically took it. Next to it, the not-so-glossy, but often interesting for him magazine "Science and Religion" No. 3 for 2011, and just as mechanically as everything I did today, I opened it immediately on page 42., where was the article published by Eduard Gevorgyan "Birds-2" not according to Hitchcock," where the author recalls the plot of the film "Birds" based on the classic thriller by Alfred Hitchcock, which he shot back in 1963, when Ugolev was only 13 years old and when his family and beloved Savinets were falling asleep black snow and dust storms in January and February… And, after all, only then did he read, he compared everything from what had accumulated in his head and it turned out that these were those Beriev, Kurchatov, Sakharov and Kharitonov tests in the open air, far from the present today, in those infinitely endless Volga, or now Kazakh, or maybe Semipalantine steppes of the latest atomic weapons, then there were tests of the weapons of our current retribution, the weapons of our peaceful deterrence, and how much then on his young head, which was not yet clouded or covered by anything, how many millions of Curies fell on our Kharkov and all Non-Chernozem fertile land, or how many modern Becquerels fell in 1963, or how many dangerous Grays he was still young, because of his natural simplicity and spontaneity, and he knew nothing, and he knew nothing, even though he tried to read, and physical books And of course he loved chemistry at school. And then, on April 26, 1996, Chernobyl ashes spread over his native Ukraine and no less his native Russia, the blown-up reactor, adding to their lives so many of their Curies and Becquerels, and how many active lives he took, how much he took away that radioactive wind of native lives, our lives. He did not know then in 1963, because of his youth and immaturity, and about the probabilistic stochastic effect of that very latent radiation on our human body, and about its similar effect of radiation in various forms on the organisms of other terrestrial mammals.

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Hitchcock

himself

said

that

the

idea

for the

film

came

to

his

mind

when

he

learned

about

the

fall

of

gray

petrels

on

one

of

the

cities

of

California

in

1961.

And here is Alexander Yakovlevich Ugolev, holding a thin magazine made of fairly simple paper in his hands and comfortably sitting in an armchair by the largest window to see at the same time these steel, modern duralumin, or the most modern of 35% composite materials, these fascinating your imagination, flying birds, beautiful different and colorful planes. And the American Boeing 777-300, and also the Russian IL-86 and IL-96, and TU-134, and also their European A-310, and he was so bursting in his soul, he so admired the power of thought of the man himself, who could first conceive all this, design on paper and on slide rules all that calculate it, and only then with your own hands, and do more, and launch it into a series. Looking out the window, he admired the achievements of modern civilization just now, and now he himself often and constantly enjoyed all its benefits, and he also thought about such a simple man who disappeared somewhere far away in the tundra, there in Kamchatka, about a man he loved Alexei Vayamretyl. He often thought about his place in it and about the influence of this same modern civilization on him, on all of us, and on that one and only specific little, and such a puny little man, who was oh so difficult, it was oh so hard, who was sick, and also suffered, and also at the same time indignant. unable to find a way out of his indignation, and even an unconscious protest at the pressure of all this surrounding civilization on him, on his family, on his brother, on his children and on himself. And his eyes, tenacious to information, even ran past his desire along the lines of the magazine: "… The plot of Birds, filmed in 1963, was not pure fiction by the author. Hitchcock himself said that the idea for the film came to his mind when he learned about the fall of gray petrels on one of the cities of California in 1961. Birds crashed against windows and walls, and even attacked passersby. This case was then explained that the birds had somehow been poisoned by some kind of non-fresh shellfish, that is, as if everything had happened at the household level. What's been happening to birds lately, a master like Hitchcock could create a whole horror series. After reviewing the archives, it turned out that in December 2010, several thousand blackbirds fell to the ground in Arkansas, and then it turned out to be American orioles, and earlier on January 5, 2007, a thousand owls died immediately in the American state of Aihado. At that time, they explained this by saying that the birds had descended too low during the night hunt, collided with cars and died. The absurdity of the explanation was obvious. On January 8 of the same year, a similar bird "rain" took place over the Texas city of Austin – birds of three different species fell, which, unlike owls, did not lead a nocturnal lifestyle, that is, the version of a collision with cars did not work. And scientists were getting closer and closer to realizing the role and place of the new geophysical weapon, recalling the long-standing experiments of the American physicist Tesla. At first glance, the "electromagnetic" version of what is happening in the reality of bird deaths seems quite likely. It's not for nothing that meteorologists often warn us about geomagnetic disturbances that affect our well-being. A directed powerful electromagnetic shock can temporarily disable even a person, not like such small living creatures as birds. – What can I say about birds? Ugolev thought. But it is unlikely that the unfortunate birds were hit by any secret prototype of cinematic weapons, although tests of various types of such weapons have been going on for the last twenty years, and their purpose is not only the on-board electronics of these aircraft, but also the people themselves, the same pilots, and of course not only civilians, but above all the military. So, what is it – from time to time, secret satellites are being targeted at different points with a kind of "electromagnetic laser" or "maser"? But scientists from other countries would have already discovered it, and they would have known about it. And they believe that such weapons are energy-intensive and can only be used from the ground. The Americans have long built the HAARP (High Frequency Active Auroral Research Program) in Alaska in 1997, according to the official goals for the study of the northern Lights, which is a huge complex of 180 large antennas and 360 radio transmitters on an area of more than 13 hectares. At the same time, as they explain to us, these terrestrial antennas can focus radiation on different parts of our ionosphere and can even warm it up to a certain extent. HAARP is usually compared to a household microwave oven, which can create high-temperature plasma anywhere in the world. Conspiracy theorists have called this new weapon a climate weapon. They are absolutely sure that with its help, Americans can cause floods, earthquakes, tsunamis, droughts, fires, disable military and civilian radars… And it can affect not only the climate, but also the people themselves, you and me, him, my brother, It's psychotronic on my son and even on my grandson.