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[Alexandr Korol]

and they say it’s an apple. Imagine that. That’s Mara, and she hasn’t gone anywhere. So, everyone imagines things, everything seems distorted — and always in a negative way. Figuratively speaking, if someone forgets their wallet in the car, they’ll think you stole it. If something happens to your acquaintances, they’ll think you did it. If you don’t call or message someone, they’ll think you’re not interested in them and don’t want to communicate. But if you call them too often, they’ll think you’re annoying and that you bother them. Imagine that. You know what’s most curious? I like how people unconsciously talk to each other.
Imagine, there was a case long ago. One employee, when an emergency happened, for some reason didn’t tell me or write to me about it. And he justified himself like people always do, saying he was afraid to bother me. I showed him the messages where every time he wanted candy, my fishing rod, or something else, he always wrote or called me. So when he needed something fun or kind, he wasn’t afraid to bother me, you see? Like, I’m busy, or like I’m some great person. But when something serious happens — when a person, so to speak, “messed up” morally, feels scared because something broke or happened — they don’t write because they fear the truth, fear exposure, fear problems they have to answer for, fear responsibility. But then this person justifies not telling me by saying he didn’t want to bother me because I was busy. Imagine that. The most interesting thing is that when he says this, he’s not lying intentionally. He just says it on autopilot and truly believes it himself. And that’s the scariest part of all this Mara. That all people — well, if they deliberately wanted to attack you and lied intentionally, that would be one thing, but they sincerely believe in the fog and illusions of Mara, the confusion they fell into. They are sincerely convinced that I am bad and you are bad, while they are all good or, on the contrary, victims, and that we offended them. Imagine that? It’s awful, it’s a nightmare. You see, I’ve even forgotten about it and stopped reacting — I even forgot to call it Mara. Over the last month, I really don’t even pay attention to it anymore. But now I’ve been thinking about what else I might have missed that definitely needs to be recorded in the eighth volume. And I remembered, “Oh, Mara — she probably, well, she definitely hasn’t left many readers alone yet. Many can still react sharply, very strongly to this.” So I thought it’s necessary