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[Alexandr Korol]

Imagine that. A person says: “Maybe two?” I say: “Why not three,” and he even got frightened. I said: “Yes, yes, please, take three thousand rubles.” And the person even paused and didn’t understand how this could be. It seemed he had already deceived you, and yet you give him even more. And it is very unusual. And I remembered that I always behaved this way. And it is as if, on the contrary, you promote the growth and development of society. That is, you do not catch thieves, but observe how they want to snatch something. And when they snatch from you, you don’t suddenly turn, but even wait for him to finally pull it out and smile. A paradox. But this attitude toward people, as toward a child, is very important. Toward everyone, anyone, no matter who it is, no matter how unpleasant he may be. But it is also a paradox that when you are in the world of heaven, not a single person seems unpleasant to you, as if the focus of attention shifts to something else, to some other things, and you seem to understand each person, the essence of his being, the core of his life. As if you perceive him like a child who has lived a life, and he stands before you as if naked. I mean not physically, but with his soul. Figuratively speaking, there is an angry taxi driver who deceives everyone and lures everyone in. And you, in that solid, material, social world of people, you see him, he sees you, he has judged you, you have judged him, you quarrel together, argue, try to prove something, who is right, who is wrong, and yes, that is how development goes there. But when you are in the world of heaven, he tries something, whatever it may be, and you simply answer him “yes” to everything and look at him, and it is as if you feel some kind of compassion, I don’t know what to call it. I don’t know what this feeling is called. But you look at him as if you had been in his place, or as if you had such a brother, or such a son, or such a father. Somehow you seem to understand it this way. You immediately feel it, as if everyone were your relatives, and you yourself are like that. That is, you feel such sympathy for this person, with no malice, no grievances, even if he is super embittered and tries to deceive you. And instead, toward him you feel — well, compassion, probably. I don’t know what words to use, but it was something like that I felt.