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[Alexandr Korol]

significant. Do you know why? Because for some reason, most people, many of you, claim in movies and stories that hell is hot. But believe me, from personal experience, I have felt a penetrating cold that goes straight through you, and it is cold there. And out of curiosity, I looked up a lot of information online and found accounts where people claimed that it is cold there, and I believe them — I could shake their hands. They were there, no doubt about it, they are not lying. That’s how you can immediately tell who has been to hell and who hasn’t. Those who have been there will say that you need to bring warm gloves and a thick winter coat because it is truly freezing. And I end up in hell. But while I am in hell and experiencing everything that happens there, I absolutely do not record any of it. Only after I leave that hell do I begin to reflect on what it was, and only then do I start incorporating all this information into my fourth volume.

A friend came to me when I was in “hell”, and I told him:

– Listen, something is happening. I feel very strange. It’s as if something terrible is about to happen to me, or something horrifying has already happened, as if everyone is about to die. Maybe I’m sensing the world, maybe I’m feeling people, maybe something is happening in the world right now or is about to happen soon. I don’t understand what it is. I feel extremely cold, and inside, there’s this overwhelming insecurity and a heavy weight on my soul, like the fear of death.

It feels like — my first association, the first words that come to mind — that’s how I describe it to him. And then I tell him that if I try to turn on bright, kind music or movies, thinking that through them — since they are something you can connect to — I might link myself back to the light world, I say:

– They don’t work. The movies seem gloomy, they don’t capture my attention, and the music doesn’t either. I force myself to watch and listen, but it doesn’t help. An overwhelming insecurity, as if it’s the end for me, like a deep depression, like I don’t even want to live anymore, as if my soul is unbearably heavy. I don’t want to live.