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

Honey is widely used in Korean folk and scientific medicine to make honey medicine balls with medicinal herbs, it hides an unpleasant taste and is itself a therapeutic factor. Bee products have a wide variety of applications and have effects such as antimicrobial properties, immunostimulating, anti-inflammatory, anesthetic, radioprotective. It is the presence of such effects that is responsible for the high effectiveness of their use in neuropsychiatric, cardiovascular, gastrointestinal, liver and kidney diseases, lung diseases, and rheumatism. At the same time, taking into account the natural nature of these products, as a rule, there are no serious harmful effects. Bee products normalize the metabolism in the human body, stimulate blood circulation, enhance the protective functions of the body, accelerate the physical and mental development of children. And he returned from his laptop to the page in the journal Science and Religion.: "… Along with the death of birds all over the world, there is another inexplicable phenomenon – entire colonies of bees are dying out en masse. Probably the most ancient inhabitants of the earth who saw those dinosaurs and saw how man himself became a man. In 2009 alone, 60 percent of families in the United States died, and 70 percent in Europe. With such losses, European beekeeping may disappear completely within the next ten years. And the causes of the so-called "collapse of bee colonies" have not yet been clarified either by veterinarians or entomologists. And similar processes are taking place even far away 10,000 km from Europe, in the Russian Far East, which indicates some kind of global component and the globality of this problem itself.… Albert Einstein once said in a private conversation that if all the bees on Earth die, then in four years humanity itself will disappear. To some, such a forecast may seem exaggerated, but the consequences of such a catastrophe are obvious: the death of bees will lead to an inevitable reduction in many types of food and a strong increase in prices for them, socio-economic and environmental disasters.… All countries of the world are sending billions of dollars to investigate the causes of what is happening today, but the matter has not yet gone beyond hypotheses. In 2008, employees of research institutes in France, Belgium and England prepared a report to their governments, in which they indicated the factors of bee population decline: 29 biological agents (among them: parasites, fungi, bacteria, viruses), chemical agents, as well as uncontrolled changes in our environment, often associated and caused by non- So much is due to global space circumstances, but more to human activity, and the same thermal power plants that lead to heavy acid rain in summer, when both plants and insects themselves cannot withstand it., and the emissions of modern transport, and many other things that a modern person probably hasn't realized yet. It is very likely that a new generation of insecticides has become one of the causes of bee deaths. – neoniconoids (and let's remember thousands and tens of thousands more tons of agent orange, which was poured in thousands of tons into the jungles of long-suffering Vietnam in the 50s, and modern dioxins from numerous man-made landfills burning around the world, and the well-known and now banned DDT, which is through fish and fats of marine animals, seals and whales it got into our body in the 50s and 60s, as well as various modern defoliants that are mercilessly used on sunflower, cotton and many other so-called "technical" crops). It is clear that their substances are toxic not only to our beloved little bees. They accumulate in the insect's body and disrupt its ability to remember, learn, and even their very existence as God's creatures. Once out of the hive, the poisoned bee will not come back. So is our young hero, Alexei Vayamretyl, he left the house once, he left the village of Tilichiki and he went nowhere. And he's probably gone forever… Having left us forever, Alexander Ugolev is now unequivocally sure of this, having experienced this irreparable loss… Ugolev A.Ya. still somewhere in the depths of his soul, until the police found the boy, he believed that he was alive, that his young friend would return. He believed that he could easily cope with all the difficulties of life, as before, and somewhere he was carefree traveling with the Khailin reindeer herders, or even resting with girls in the same Achaivayam, or even with friends in Manila, or even in Slautny or Talovka, far from here from the Pacific coast, or maybe even he was brought to the fabulous Anadyr Chukchi. He's such a young guy, quite energetic, and so brave, because he's a real samurai devoted to his master. Another danger for all of us and the ancient bee insects themselves are genetically modified (GM) crops, unknown to us before, new proteins produced by them, which are dangerous to the bee organism itself. Data on their harmful effects on pollinators were published in the United States back in the mid-90s, but since then this problem has never been raised to the proper level by the knowledgeable scientific community. And who will give dollar grants for such research? In other words, the problem was hushed up by everyone. This version is indirectly confirmed by similar cases in other countries. It is possible that the beekeepers themselves are to blame, who for several decades have interfered with the delicate age-old processes of natural selection, giving preference to bees with higher productivity rather than with greater resistance to diseases and greater life potential.

That's probably how our Kamchatka school and boarding schools, which exist in every national village, like those incubators over the decades, raised Kamchatka's special new human tribe, completely unsuited to real life, completely emasculated, from the generation of young people of the 70s-80s-90s. like those Chinese palace devotees, but previously castrated eunuchs. Over these three decades, that special boarding school young tribe has grown up, which, outside the four boarding school walls, is no longer able to feed itself, is no longer able to defend itself against the very life here, and, most importantly, that generation is no longer able to withstand all those global challenges that we know and do not know, which life itself is always harsh to us. He puts them here. Because, in fact, boarding school itself deprives a person of the most important thing – it deprives him of his family, it deprives him of a special, irreplaceable social environment and at the same time deprives them of that special family aura that no one has yet learned to recreate in other conditions. The boarding school itself, as a special institution, deprives a growing person here in Kamchatka, be it a girl or a boy, of a special, dear, kindred environment, deprives the natural historical continuity of several generations, when the youngest always respects the elder, and the elder at the same time takes care of the younger, and this does not depend on their real calendar age, as well as the brother He takes care of his brother, and his brother also takes care of his sister from a very young age, as he realizes that someone else needs his help, and vice versa, and the son worries about his mother, and she trembles about her son immensely at night., like the high-flying turtle dove herself, like the most evil bear, she takes care of her cubs growing up on her life-giving milk. And, as this anadromous red fish, having entered our Kamchatka rivers, it takes care of its red caviar laid by the female, protecting it from both the goldfish and the nimble chariton. The modern Kamchatka boarding school deprives children of the natural historical family continuity for which our Great and ancient Russia was famous, as only in the succession of generations, a grandmother simultaneously teaches both her daughter and her granddaughter, and a grandfather instructs both his son and grandson, or even his growing great-grandson, who can only become On your weak legs… It is only in the true succession of generations that an immeasurable strong man, a steady man, a courageous man, and a devoted man to his family are born here in Kamchatka and throughout Russia.… A modern Kamchatka boarding school cannot raise a real family man, a real caring father, a devoted and faithful granddaughter, daughter, and even a faithful wife outside the home, outside the true field of the family… And now, reading and thinking about bees, and thinking about their problems, about their breeding, Alexander Yakovlevich Ugolev realized that those modern boarding schools on the Kamchatka Peninsula easily and literally uprooted children from their habitual environment, just like the roots of trees, which, no matter what kind of fertilized soil they were in. they do not want to take root outside their natural soil, even if it seems to us to be poor, their special kindred environment… He remembered this well from that Savinsky pine tree, as a schoolboy, he tore out of Dovgalevka with a root from his native and, as it were, not fertile sand for ourselves and then tried to plant it on the probably fertile, probably fatty Savinsky chernozem up to a meter deep, and that young pine, not wanting to grow in such a the greasy soil just withered and withered in his first school experience, but the pear and apple trees, planted next to him with one hand and watered at the same time, even with the roots cut off after four and five years and easily, took root, giving new growth to their roots, and they also gave good shoots, and even the first delicious fruits. And, from somewhere in the depths of his consciousness, he has now figured out, now he has found out that it is the fertile family "soil" that is the basis for everything in our lives. It is our human "roots" that must be so carefully fertilized, so carefully rooted, so that your family, even if it is poor, even if it is not completely flavored, so that you can give yourself a truly ripe and juicy ripe fruit. And now he clearly realized, literally felt with his skin, what he really wanted to write about, starting first as an essay, as a novel, and then as a multi-page novel about Alexei Vayamretyl, about his younger friend and about such a loyal, but also incredibly devoted Kamchatka samurai… Now he wanted to write and describe about all our roots, about all his origins.… He wanted to write that it was his "roots" that Alexei had forgotten, it was his thin "roots" that were not properly flavored with that primordial tenderness of his mother Tatiana, and perhaps also with that semi-paternal care of his elder brother Dimka, so that not at all, without burning out himself, and even in a moment burning down, and then he himself gives all the same to his beloved children, daughter Diana and son Alexander, wife Mariam, and only then to all of us…

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Nine

of the

most

famous

Japanese

samurai

biographical

information,

which

was

always

in

the

folder

of

Alexei

Vayamretyl.

Ashikaga

Takayuji.

(1305-1358

years).

Ashikaga Takayuji was one of the most controversial figures among the samurai of his time. In just a few years, he was able to put an end to the shikken Hojo, restore imperial power, and then cause a split in the court that lasted another thirty-five years after his death. Takayuji founded the sepunate of the Ashikaga dynasty, one of the three most significant shogunates in the history of feudal Japan. His reign, which began in 1338, ushered in the Muromachi period in Japan. Takayuji came from the samurai family of Seiwa Genji, who settled in the Ashikaga region in Shimotsuke Province (now Tochigi Prefecture), and was a descendant of Emperor Seiwa. Since Takayuji came from an imperial family, he was one of the few Japanese leaders who bore the full title of hsei-taishogun. But before rising to this title, Takayuji was a military commander under the Kamakura shogunate and in 1333 was sent to Kyoto to suppress the Genko rebellion that had been going on for two years. But then Takayuji became disillusioned with the Kamakura shogunate, refused to follow the orders of shikken Hojo, and sided with his deposed emperor Go-Daigo, Nitta Yoshisada, and Kusunoki Masashige. This alliance managed to take Kyoto. As a result, the imperial court was restored there to replace the samurai military government. Takayuji opened his office in Kyoto, called Buygo-sbo. She was in charge of managing the city, and Takayuji was given the right to distribute awards, give jobs, and make promotions in his subordinate troops. Go-Daigo generously rewarded Takayuji and made him shugo Musashi and Shogun Cbiniufu, commander of the Northern peacekeeping army. Takayuji, however, made it clear that he desired the title of shogun, which would mean that he would become the supreme commander. The way out of this predicament was to be given the title of Shogun Cbiniufu by Go-Daigo.; This rank was below the one Takayuji considered himself worthy of, but it made it possible not to anger another key general, Nitta Yoshisada. The restoration of imperial power caused discontent among the samurai, and neither Takayuji nor the emperor were able to prevent uprisings – the Nakaksendai uprising began in 1335 and aimed to restore the Kamakura shogunate. And then Go-Daigo made the wrong political decision, sending Nitta Yoshisada, not Takayuji, to pacify the uprising. The latter took this as an insult and defeated Yoshisada at the battle of Nakon Take, but Sita. Then sei-i-tai shogun led his army to Kyoto and briefly captured the city until he was driven out by the troops of Yoshida and Kusunoki Masashige. Takayuji crossed over to Kyushu Island, where he recruited new soldiers from local clans, and began a second campaign against the capital. In 1336, Takayuji defeated Yoshisada and killed Masashige in the battle of the Minato River, took Kyoto and set out to place Komyo on the imperial throne. This choice caused a split in the imperial court, dividing it into a southern and a northern one. From the book: Lewis T., Ito T. Samurai: the way of the warrior (Translated from English – M.: Publishing house "Niola Press" 2008. pp. 88-87.

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The

experience

of

ancient

centuries

is

passed

down

from

generation

to

generation.

And thinking about Alexey Vayamretyl's family, and now, after analyzing and comparing everything, he remembered how in 1969, as a student at a secondary special school, he was on a tourist train in Uzhgorod in the Carpathian region and saw how the grandfather, father, and grandson family sat in the workshop and made wooden carved inlaid boxes. And then he remembered how his father taught his little son how to make a small box, but his grandfather himself, cutting a rather large and complex box, had already taught his son, and at the same time taught and instructed his beloved grandson to cut them and such a small and at the same time medium-sized box. Because Alexander Ugolev understood that even an adult son could not master at once that special, ancient, special skill possessed by both his grandfather and his own father at the same time. And now there is that special continuity, when the dynasty of doctors, teachers, truck drivers, and even turners, and the same Jewish watchmakers or Ural miracle blacksmiths live and develop endlessly, perfecting their skills. Our people have those special dynasties, in the fullness of the meaning of the word, when our knowledge, when our ability to live, is crystallized, forged not in an instant, not at once, but somehow stealthily, sometimes only surreptitiously, spying on both grandfather and father like a boy, and for your older brother, when you yourself want not only to reach the heights of the craft skills of your family and elder, but also to surpass them, like those Olympic champions who every time, with each new Olympics, take heights higher, even if only by one millimeter., they take on more weight, even by one gram, and swim faster, even now that we have studied and exhausted all the internal reserves of the human body, and they are hundredths of a second ahead of the enemy, since literally all reserves are already laid down in those modern Olympic records and the limits of those physical forces of the body, the limits of strength, are laid down. It seems that all of our tissues, and our entire science of man, have already exhausted those special limits of the incredible and often undiscovered human forces themselves. So in our love, and in his, without seeing how your parents loved each other, how your grandfather looked after your grandmother, it is impossible to be incredibly tender and passionate yourself. This is probably how our true samurai, Alexei, who was devoted to his master, Died, wanting to live quickly and richly and win, so quickly he burned out, so quickly he suffered everything, that he burned out for others and burned out himself in an instant, flashing somewhere in our immeasurable sky with a flash of a new super bright and this one A supernova that not all astronomers may have noticed then and at that moment. Since their telescopes may have been directed to other sectors or to other areas of our sky. And, as we write these cursory lines, we ourselves want to focus their sensitive and sensitive antennae on the life of our beloved, revered Alexei Vayamretyl, a true loyal master of the Kamchatka samurai…

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Modern

new

cellular

communication

networks,

which

have

entered

our

lives

literally

in

the

last

decade

, are

now

being

named

among

the

causes

of

bee

deaths.

And, among other reasons for the death of bees, they now name even modern new cellular networks that have entered our lives literally in the last decade, as well as the weakening of their bodies by ticks, an unknown fungal disease and even an increase in solar radiation.… – Why are our bees dying? – now Alexander Ugolev persistently asked himself. I would not like to think so, but it seems that our arrogance is also ruining them, and our consumer attitude towards the most pristine Nature of the earth is ruining them. Unlike free-living birds, these hardworking insects are now in many ways "under the care" of humans, just like our children in boarding schools, which means that we are responsible for everything that happens to them. So, our Kamchatka children, and it doesn't matter if they are a Namylanan or a Koryak, a Chukchi or a truly indigenous Olyutorian, Laurovetlan or even Even, once they are placed in these closed boarding schools, we and only we are responsible for them! … And, Ugolev Alexander, after reading the last word, realized that for everything that happens and happened to Alexey Vayamretyl, for everything that happened to him earlier and will happen later, it is his mother Tatiana and the eldest, and his brother Dmitry, his beloved, who are responsible. his wife Mariam, and all his numerous friends Nikolai, Kostya, Andrey, Ruslan, Oleg, and then numerous comrades, and maybe even his drinking buddies, who individually and collectively filled his entire Kamchatka life, could not and could not help him in time., to put our firm shoulder of support in time, to pull him back in time, to stop him in his truly adolescent deviations, to set him on the right path in time to teach him how to truly resist those special global and planetary challenges that often do not depend on ourselves, and to protect him from our simple those special human relationships, often unintelligible, often incomprehensible, not realized or justified, old or introduced new beliefs of ours, there are special remnants and old customs that we sometimes put up with or violently overcome, and it may not always be acceptable in our secular modern society, integrated into all world processes, and human obsolete traditions and prejudices, which are even more multifaceted and complexly intertwined with us, perhaps even more contradictory than all those factors unknown to many the environment around us and the entire ecology surrounding us, or that special cosmological influence that venerable scientists often do not tell us about. But the media run by multinational companies or the venerable scientists themselves, whom today multinational companies and corporations can easily bribe and pay with their dollars or special benefits, and honors up to the Nobel Prize, and even ask for a little bit for a good reward to be a little silent for a while, to remain silent for a while… And now he wanted to understand even more deeply those human relationships with his friend Alexei Vayamretyl, which at some point so easily stopped and cracked, gave a completely unnoticeable crack, like in that huge ocean iceberg hidden in the depths of the water, and the broken piece then swirled it, twirled it in the world. In our Pacific Ocean and in our Bering Sea, which has already formed a deep funnel, no matter how he tried to struggle out with his thin arms, he could not, every day, every hour, every minute and, even for a second he lived here on Earth, plunging into that abyss of the cold Pacific water ice abyss, perhaps invisible to others, into those unknown depths of the Pacific terrestrial eleven-kilometer-deep faults, which, as harbingers of earthly catastrophes, surround our Kamchatka land, which give birth here to this land rich in people, rich in minerals, rich in fish and it is also created by such mighty giants of four or even five-kilometer volcanoes, which at the same time protect us, and which often so menacingly warn us about their cosmic and non-earthly power., and notifying us all in advance about their global greatness here on Earth, only with their underground infrasound hum and special vibrations, proclaiming from their fiery womb that all of us, living first of all, we all burn together, and we, first of all, together with our best friends, constantly burn down, literally burn out. And, living, our entire life's highest physical entropy is all the same, for some reason steadily decreasing with the years we have lived, somehow decreasing, perhaps losing that youthful sharpness of all our long-standing special sensations, gradually losing that special clarity of our thoughts. And, for someone like Alexey Vayam, the grandfather of a true and true Kamchatka olyutorsky samurai devoted to the master, it will only last for such short and such fleeting twenty-five years of earthly local Branches-Tilichik Kamchatka life, and for someone like my friend Olelei Ivnatovna from northern Achaivayam, she had enough of it already for all 96 years, the years she has lived, and she has been asking her Divine Raven, her Divine Kutha, who is sitting next to her on a sprawling lonely poplar tree, for a long time and persistently, asking him to carry her off this Earth on his wings, because, She's been blind for a long time, and her daughter hanged herself from grief and unrequited love, and her fourteen-year-old granddaughter is already growing up in the same Achaivayam boarding school, and she doesn't even have enough pension to live on for two. A young child grows up, requires clothes, food, supervision, and attention, which she can no longer give due to her infirmity, and she is no longer old enough to care for a small child. And he, their Chukchi, their Koryak, their Nymylansk, their Olyutorsky, is fabulous and the most divine of all the divine ones, just like her, quite old, but their Divine Kutkh does not want to obey her such persistent pleas and her persistent requests, realizing that even though her already rather low vital entropy is still She needs her native, her beloved and her only Albino granddaughter, who is growing up every day, who is somehow maturing quickly with every day she lives, and she is about to enter that special pigeon, and even into that local river Achaivayam hare age., or the age of a seal, when from her fetal egg, which is also not visible to us, from her warm breathing womb, from her young egg, from her young entropy, perhaps a new Alexey, a new Alexey Alexandrovich, a new such small, such plump Alexey Alexandrovich, will suddenly and unexpectedly be born, just like mine grandson Stepan Vasilyevich, who was born on October 23, 2012, far from here in Lipetsk. I am sure that a new true and true samurai, devoted to his master, will be born from her, and the local Kamchatka life, like every spring, will begin on Earth in a new way, then increasing his inner physical, maybe thermodynamic internal entropy every day, and her milk, white as this pristine unpolluted snow, will be drunk by him like that life–giving moisture and pure, like those tears that I am now and today pouring from the memory of our Alexei Vayamretyl, who has long been lying on the water now in the form of a block of transparent ice and incredibly clear water – nilgikyn washed, otherwise I wouldn't have called her. And, I see under him, under that ice formed from that clear water, the nilgykyn soap, which easily evaporated, then from his dried-up body, embraced by the flames of a campfire, and somewhere in the depths, is there a frisky goldfish, and a nimble, elusive young chariton, as the Sun is in early spring It's fun to warm up and a new life is emerging here on our Kamchatka peninsula, on our beloved round globe of the Earth, as in 123,000 cases it happens every day, as many stars go out in the sky every day, announcing all of us about different people, both young and not so young, leaving the Earth.…