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[Alexandr Korol]

And, you know, I remembered that when I was little and began writing my first books, I was just then saying... And forgive me, now as I reread my books, I see how very rough I was... Of course, people provoked me to such roughness, but how boldly and harshly I addressed the reader, so to speak, in almost every chapter of my book, I was really insolent. And so I found several chapters in my books, in my drafts, where I said: “You, people, in your world of people there is no fate. And you should be careful, or else your life path will quickly end.” I declared outright: “In my magical world” — well, at that time I did not call it the world of heaven — “in my magical world there is fate. It is as if you are connected to nature and as if God has a plan for you. But in your world of people, there is no fate. Therefore I am afraid to be in your world of people, because there is no fate.” That is, you are driving a car, you lose control — you die. But in the world of fate, in my world, if God has a plan for you that you must live long, then nothing will happen to you. He will save you from a car accident and from everything else, because there is fate. And fate, I said, is also a certain mission, that is, you cannot go against it and so on. And imagine, what is most interesting is that I live with this very fate. How am I different from people? People of heaven, if they can be called people, but I said that for me, in my understanding, when I first appeared with my books, I said that for me a human being is a moral person with virtues, kind, bright, responsible, who thinks more about people than about himself, who believes in love, in family values, who will never deceive, never betray, and will always arrive an hour early to any meeting and wait, never be late. And when I found myself in the world of people and saw that they did not have all this, I said that they cannot even be called human. I said, humans are what I listed, and you are some kind of animals. Or the other way around — then you are humans, but then all those evil, irresponsible, selfish ones, but then I am not a human, but something else. And when people read the books, they were indignant: “Why do you keep saying “you, people”? Why do you keep writing in your books “you people, you people”? Who are you then? Who are you?” Everyone turned on me with such aggression. And so if we divide it this way, then yes, there are people of the world of heaven, and there are people of the world of earth — they are completely different kinds of people.