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[Alexandr Korol]

and all that — but never the stuff all these psychics do. I always avoided all those rituals, never tried them, and I was right to do so. And so really, if we’re going to say he was some kind of bad person, then he would’ve taken me a long time ago, and I wouldn’t have any freedom left. If he was bad, then why did he protect me like that and say, “Alex, the most important thing is to respect the state, the Church, never speak badly about them, and never heal anyone. And don’t perform those miracles. Just write books on philosophy and that’s it.” Why would someone bad protect me and warn me like that? He saved my life. Because I could’ve, like a fool — with no one to guide me — started dressing like all those psychics, performing in front of everyone, and then people would’ve laughed at me. I really could’ve become that, right? I could have. But Big Alexander protected me when I was young and naive. What else? He never asked me for help, never got any benefit from me beyond conversation. Yes, he was always interested in hearing how I see the future, what I believe in, what stage I was at, what I had discovered. And the only thing I know he probably did was those moments when he would suddenly say, “I have to leave urgently.” And I think the function he always fulfilled was that every time I wanted to stop writing books or sell everything and disappear into the woods, he would always forbid it. He always said I needed to earn a living like all modern people, that it was necessary to be among others, not to hide, that I needed to write books. And he always told me, “Keep a diary, write books, that’s very important, it will be useful later.” And that being a writer is a very good thing. And he would say, “Later, when it all happens, everyone will understand everything, and you’ll understand everything too.” He said, “Just write the books. The main thing,” he said, “is to write the books.” But I remember that back then, when I was still young, he used to scold me. He’d make remarks about relationships — one day I’d like one girl, then another. He’d say, “Alex, make up your mind — are you going to carry out your mission and lead the people, or are you going to think with the wrong head? You need to decide.” I’d say, “I want to save the world, help people.” He’d say, “Then what girls are you talking about?” I’d say, “Okay.” Then he didn’t like it when I got a tattoo — it really shocked him. And he said, “They won’t let you through.” Then he paused and said, “No, they’ll let you through. You — they’ll let through.” Let me through where? Then he said again, “No, they’ll still let you through.” What is that? Where is it that I’m supposed to be let through?