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[Alexandr Korol]

– What?
– The king ordered the flea to sew a caftan!

Exactly half an hour ago, I called Chaliapin’s restaurant to book a table. She says:

– Chaliapin.
– What is Chaliapin?
– What do you mean?
– Chaliapin sang about a flea. Translate, decipher.
– Well, okay. And what is your name?
– It doesn’t matter, and she puts the phone down.

My friend overheard our conversation. “Is this one of the messengers that I’ve read about?”

I started to decipher the song by Chaliapin. It’s about a king who, for some reason, began to communicate with a flea. He gave her many, many gifts and all his power. And those who rule everything are outraged by the king’s behavior.

When I told my girlfriend, she couldn’t see the significance. And at that time, I decided not to react, but I told her that it wouldn’t be surprising if something unexpected happened. The messengers appear to give warnings about everything.

Shortly afterward, an old friend who I’d lost contact with. Writes to me and says:

– Alex, it’s you! A friend advised me to listen to this man, who is saying many wonderful things. And it’s you!
– Well, yes.
– Can we meet the right way.
– Sure.

I met with him and told him everything that had happened since we were last in contact. Everyone I’d met, everything I’d discovered. He listens intently and,