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[Alexandr Korol]

over time, start to come up with all kinds of things — like maybe I was making something up, or maybe I was lying. And I didn’t know how to tell them — I would say: “You don’t understand — I don’t know how to lie, I can’t, it’s impossible. Because lying is also straight to there, as it were. For me it would be like dying. Well — it’s as if right away there would be fear, the tension of the body, thoughts. It’s as if you immediately become a person. You don’t understand — it’s a pity there isn’t some super-smart computer. If it scanned who I am and who you are, and all the people on the earth, you would be in shock.” And someone says to me: “You probably want this, or you want that — you communicate with this girl — surely you want to get under her skirt.” And I say: “Until you said it, I had never even thought about that. You don’t understand. I don’t even have such thoughts. It’s you who has such thoughts.” And they say: “Come on! Then why are you communicating with her?” I say: “Well, I am simply communicating, because — well — this person is there, and is there, has come from somewhere, and that’s it. I am simply communicating. I have no ulterior motive.” And so all people always have these cunning, evil ulterior motives. And I simply didn’t have them. I couldn’t think for a single second about some benefit, that I want something from some person — that is, such a thing couldn’t even happen in my head, just so you understand. And the more I afterward departed from there into the world of people, the more they stuffed and smeared me with these labels, and the more these people would pounce on me with these evaluations, and with all their distorted minds and their evil, conniving thoughts. And when I was not in the world of people, and the less I interacted with them, all of it was, of course, super-paradisiacal.

What other wonders happened back then? Well — here is the first case. I have already described this, but I’ll repeat it once more. I was at some clinic. There was something with the skin, with dandruff — I was being examined. This was when I was either finishing school, or had already finished it. Back then there was the topic with the military registration office — and I don’t remember whether the commission was at school or at the institute, but it seems it was still at school. The doctor said: “Ah! You got lucky.” I asked: “What?” She explained that I had something with the dandruff, that this had to be put on record urgently, and then they would give me a military exemption certificate.