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[Alexandr Korol]

When I was talking over the past couple of days with Big Alexander, we discussed what is happening now. I told him, and he confirmed it — or maybe he confirmed it just so as not to throw me off my train of thought. But I said to him:

— I have the feeling that there is, as it were, a main world — a paradise, let’s say. Well, let’s suppose we call it that. Just some kind of unique world, a kind of garden. And right now I am heading toward it. But essentially, it is still our same world, just, so to speak, from a different angle, where everything is good, and there I am magical. And so I am heading there, and while I go toward it, passing through all the worlds, when I move into the next world, the one I was in previously closes forever. As if all the worlds — there were many — were all laid out like some kind of mirrored reflections, distorted in various ways, and in all of those worlds there were me and people.