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[Alexandr Korol]

And then in the evening, when I was left alone, I begin to talk with the voice.
And this voice tells me: “Don’t you dance to her tune.” And the Spirit tells me
that she must be told point-blank, referring directly to the fact that God said it.
Well, I met with Serafima in the evening and I say: “Listen, Sima, this is going to
be a serious conversation now. So, I have to tell you that you’re a slacker. And no
one is going to wait for you. All these affairs of yours that you refer to are worth
nothing, mean nothing.” And she and I have known each other a long time, but
we saw each other and really talked, really talked properly, in 2021, if I’m not
mistaken. That is, five years have passed. I tell her that five years ago I already
made you an offer to build something together: either a relationship, or work,
or to set off somewhere together — and you ran off. Then over the course of five
years it often happened that I might turn up or you’d turn up, and I’d tell you that
your bearings are off, that you’re wasting your time, get a grip — and you never
listened. And now God has told me that you have no more time. That’s it, you’ve
frittered your time away like the dragonfly, whereas I’m the ant, and no one is
going to wait for you. And no one will listen anymore to all this nonsense about
you having some affairs to attend to. Since that’s how it is, then either you agree,
and you and I move together, or you’ll have no more chances, and your life will be
an utter endless hell. Of course, there was nothing there about a relationship —
the point is precisely friendship: she and I talk simply like brother and sister.
And I know her parents, her relatives. And I say: “They’re afraid, they can’t tame
you. They’re afraid to tell you that you’re a slacker. Whereas I, as an older brother,
am not afraid to tell you that you’re a slacker and that the time of your loafing has
come to an end. And you either shut up now and come with me, or you’ll have
no more chances, and your life will be an utter endless hell. I’d never in my life
have said such a thing to you, so as not to hurt you, because I know you, I know
you might take fright. But God said that I should tell you exactly this way.”

She was frightened, of course, floored. And there begins to… And it’s as if the
devil lives right inside her — that’s her ego. And this ego goes something like
“beep-beep-beep,” trying somehow to fight with my voice of God. And she begins
to argue, to say: “Alex, you can’t do that, what kind of ultimatums are these? Why
will it immediately be bad? God can’t be like that — this is some kind of malice,
this is some kind of evil, and not God.” I say: “Why? God created everything,