The morning of the next day started as usual, except that the prisoner, being intrigued by a mystery is going to open, could not fall asleep till three o'clock in the morning. She has awoken out of sleep at nine in the morning, failing an hour to get enough sleep that she needed in her twenty years age, but it was not depressing her at all, rather on the contrary. Then this morning the curiosity faded a little because of the nervousness, which occurs in children before an injection or the dental treatment, because today the morning rite, as it's known, became tougher. At the same time she was bored with dissembling to be a young girl as one must, the nature demanded what it needed, and already in the tent she has let go all her fantasies, and now the erotic scenes of various positions of the copulation with the enigmatic stranger stormed into the open doors of her consciousness, and sometimes there was drawn something that didn't occur and could not occur to her before. Before herself didn't expect from herself such a corruptness, as it seemed her now.
Inga was consoled by the impossibility of reading her thoughts by others, however she was ashamed a little, and she felt like a beginner at stealing who had penetrated into an unguarded and safe house where there is something to profit, and it may be sure the owner of the house has been overseas for a long time. In the green jail where she has found herself as fate has willed, it was turned back by right to herself all what was taken away from herself by the society, but Inga being suppressed by ideology of this society, she estimated this what was returned by nature, what must belong rightfully to herself like an inalienable, as something is stolen by herself. Besides all other things, accidentally she had caught herself at a strange position, instead a tremble before the relatively severe punishment, she feels the curiosity, in what pose she is going to be flogged today? And she noticed else that would like to stand in front of him as yesterday, that is on her knees, the bare bottom is upper, and in this case be a humble one, crushed down, raped in sophisticated ways. Else one a question troubled her closely against a background of all the above-listed: is it only a simple passion which was boiling in her essence or she was going mad?
At first, the morning rite passed as usual. However, when, standing in the river, he has poked his finger into her forbidden hole, she has arched, throwing back her head, and gasped out "oh" drawling with voluptuousness.
-Was it painful or pleasantly? I'm reminding: you must be outspoken with me. Answer!
-Painful,- lied Inga awkwardly.
-You are lying, forest wench!
Inga has learnt that the punishment will be harder.
-I wait for your explanations.
-I've lied, lord teacher. Flog me for this like a nanny-goat, adding to me a few strokes.
-I'm going to satisfy your request, forest wench. I'll add ten swats above the fixed fifteen. And don't lie me once more! If you said truth, it would be nothing wrong. I know indeed, that it was pleasant for you. It would be ought add twenty swats for you, let these ten swats be as suspended: till a following lying, you will get thirty, then. Answer: how old were you, when you lost your virginity? -Fifteen. Who was together with you?
-A shy foureyes from neighbouring block. He followed on my heels, then I had learnt what he wanted. And I was burning with curiosity. The thing, what he would give a gold reserve for, unexpectedly it proved to be accessible for him.
-Did you like it?
-I expected anything more greater.
-What a position did you do love in?
-He above me, it wasn't another. Gradually we had cool off each other.
-I'm doubting that it's all.
-It was one else. I loved him more, but I was afraid that he would blab to his friends. It happened that I had learnt such a thing about him... and at that no one thing but two; and to divulge any one of them it would be something like the same death for him.
-In a couple of words: what exactly?
-The first one: nearby one had robbed a manufactured goods shop, what he took part in, evidently. Three of them were imprison. The cops thought it is all the participators but he would be the fourth one. He was lucky very much, this was just a chance. The cops made talk all of them promptly and, unmasking the three, took it as enough and stopped to try. Absolutely only by chance, independently each of other, they was going to talk his name in the last turn. A small part of the stolen goods was kept in his home, but in the police one thought that they had time to spend on drink, selling out a rest of goods for dirt cheap.
-And the second?
-During a drunken feast riffraffs had raped him in the other end of Moscow, in Chertanovo. However here, among the riffraffs he has influence, though nobody learnt it, but he had hung himself. His cousin had time to saved him from the noose, then he had talked about it only to her adding that now he will kill himself despite everything. She spoke with him a long time. With a grand difficulty she succeeded in suggesting him, if he holds his tongue, all wouldn't change and let himself tries to forget this faster and no longer remembers. One day, glutting herself some drugs, she blabed me about it and was ready to blab to others, but I stopped her. I led her at her home and stayed till the dawn there, then she felt asleep. At dawn he returned from street, and I gave myself to him. He vowed love me, as all others do in such cases, but I warned him that I know about shop and about something else. He threatened me with a knife, even setting it against my throat, but I said him that he must only one thing: don't blab about our love affairs. We got laid once more and after this we went out on dates till he was drafted into the army. That morning on Saturday, when I didn't stay overnight at home, I was returning and my father wanted to spank me with jump rope, already in my eighteen years old, but my mother stood up for me, calling him as a pervert and an incestuous character. After this, they weren't on speaking terms during two days.
-In what position yielded you to this, second boy?
-First time in the same one,- Inga faltered.
-And then? Say, wench!
Inga turned red like a lobster and pronounced with a hollow voice:
-In the same pose, what you flogged me yesterday morning.
-And is that all?- asked her tormentor severely. - Look me in face!
-As well, we attempted he lies on his back and I sit above; it seemed; as on horseback,- Inga was made all blushed.
-You are worrying so much in vain. I greet the moral freedom, then slowly, rapping out every word, it seemed, as well as he would broadcast a communication of the TASS about beginning of the thermonuclear war, he added:
-IF YOU ARE NOT FREE SEXUALLY, YOU AREN'T FREE AT ALL!
-All the same, you are judging me: I gave myself to guy knowing that he is a queer.
-He was raped, I don't care. It's bad that he has only two convolution in his brain. Although his cousin is a psychopath, but smarter,- the abductor has smiled and added a little known phrase from Pushkin's "A scene of the chivalry time":
-Well. One's turn for the songs, another turn for the gibbet. I've taken the lash along and am going flog you here,- devil's lights have begun to sparkle in his eyes.- But at first, plunge seven times. Now it will especially you good to get cold. Look at how you've blushed!
Inga went into the river, did as he ordered, then went out to the bank. In this moment the malefactor washed his hands.
-What pose have I to strike?
-All as yesterday: on your knees, set your head against the ground, your hands keep behind, to interlace and not to disjoin, don't tumble down on your body side!
-Please, tie me. What if I can't stand twenty five swats with electric wire?
-Accustom yourself to stand. If you don't start to study, you will never learn to do. If going on a journey, you don't make single step, you will never achieve your goal. If you fall on the body side, grasp hurting point or fence, I'll add a number. You will not die because of this, but you will be more healthy, my beauty.
What could she do against? Finding almost a single plane area on the steep slope, the naked girl stood up as it was ordered. But what is the matter? The fear slackened and a desire came instead of it, really a rabid one, let she would be fucked in such a pose.
The whizz was sounded unexpectedly. A tip of the whip has stung between the buttocks being apart a little, not far from the forbidden entry. A wave of voluptuousness, being rushed beforehand, this is curiously enough, it continued to coexist with the increasing pain. The second time, the wire, encircling the seductive roundednesses, pierced in a point, where a haunch transforms into the buttock.
-S-s-s, - hissed Inga. And after third swat a very long "ouch!" was heard which it was impossible to tell from a yell of the passion. The pain got worked up. She wanted to jump and to spin in some wild dance. Even it was some attractive thing in it, but after every stroke it became more unbearably and finally the pain have gained the definitive victory and the first loud "ouch!" has heard after the tenth swat. After a few such "ouch!" the girl heard the voice of her executioner:
-It's fifteen already, all would be finished with this, but you weren't an outspoken one. Next time don't you dare lie to me! Take that and that! Don't you dare lie to me! Take that!
On the nineteenth stroke Inga started to quake weeping and gripped her fingers with all her strength, because it was a grand desire to snatch with her hands the flogged buttocks and to rub them. All flushed, she dug her teeth into the grass, and the tears rained from her eyes.
-Well, it's finished, wench. You've recompensed and may relax.
Inga, remaining on knees, has unhooked her hands, become straight, rubbing her whipped buttocks, then has wiped her eyes, spat out some grass with soil and given a deep sigh. The hands continued to tremble.
-Thank you for the lesson, master teacher! May I wash me?
-Don't may: you must do.
Inga has walked down to the river, washed off the rest of grass and soil by the mouth, washed well her eyes, a few times given a deep sigh and walked upstairs cheerfully. The stinging pain changed in an ass fever and an easy burning. The red welts, darkening in some areas, looked clearly, decorating in its own way the young wench's body, which was slender attractive even without all this. Inga has to wonder at herself again. Being naked at all, just flogged, she wanted again to give herself to this beast. For all that, she did not feel herself a humble or an unhappy one. That has never been before, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes glowed now. Now her warder becomes more talkative, this makes glad her too. Now she wants to speak with him round the clock.
-Master teacher, you promised me yesterday to uncover something like a great secret, - Inga has spoken briskly to him.
-But are you ready to listen it?- he has turned to look at her.- Oh, wonderful! You are just spanked, however I see, judging by your eyes, you have a large spare of the optimism. I welcome this! But are you able to listen with enough attention to digest, to learn well and forget never?
-I hope,- the girl has answered, smiling.
-Well. You may be don't agree. I'm not going to drum my convictions in your beautiful bottom, however you must KNOW that such a way of things exists too and REMEMBER its content. You must not agree but must remember. If you forget, I'll spank you. And you know the "Code of prisoner's behaviour": one case, don't solve a difficult puzzle, other case, don't learn that, which is chewed and put into the mouth. It will hurt to sit, that's exactly. All the attention here, wench! - Suddenly his friendly and frivolous tone becomes changed into severe and imperative one. Then he adds more mildly:
-Sit on the stump and listen me.
She sits down. The rough stump has stung her naked flogged halves again. Although Inga isn't worried about recent punishment, but doesn't want to repeat it. She feigns a great attention not to be punished once more.
-The part one of this great verity consist of the five words: THE MAIN BULK OF PEOPLE ARE STUPID. What do you say about it?
-I hope, if I say frankly, I'll not be punished: don't you play a trick on me? And is it the same "that great secret"? Something like this I somewhere heard already.
-That's the matter, the only first part says nothing. But hear's the part two: ...BY THEIR OWN CHOOSE. Here certain comments are necessary, so listen with attention.
Every human is born a genius. Everybody thanks to his own peculiarity is able to attain such a high level, comparable with Newton or Einstein. At first sight there is a contradiction: all the world are geniuses and all the world are idiots an the same time. But the point is that the freedom was given for anyone: he may CHOOSE the genius's way or the idiot's way. And finally he may dash aside from one way to another or go along the idiot's way for a long time, then recollect suddenly and, like "changing a railway point", move on the genius's way.
What is the essence of the genius's way? TO SEEK, to seek inside himself a gold mine, what efficiency of would be inexhaustible. For example, take a radio: it will keep silent till be tuned in a certain wave. The SEEKING makes with an adjusting knob. Our predestination, just we have entered into the conscious stage of the life, to start this seeking. The beginning of the seeking is the same repentance. Be knowing: ancient Greek equivalent of the word "repentance" means something like "change of the thinking". Are you listening to me, wench? I'll ask you. If you forget something, I'll spank you.
-Tell. It's interesting for me.
-If you are listening, it must be interesting in fact, because in the soviet conditions you could hear this nowhere before. Even in the free countries the most people goes along the idiot's way, and what do you expect here, then. Note: here all comes down to the fact that people here are driven into the society by force, by any price, but someone needs in it and profits from this very much. Even if a holiday concurs with weekend, one doesn't let them have free time a few days running, but tries to make them to come to work these days, repaying the days or carrying them over to the leave. Why so? Someone may remain with himself and start THINKING. If he is thinking, he has a good chance TO DISCOVER something. SOMEONE WHO HAS BEGUN TO THINK WITH HIS OWN HEAD, HE BECOME AUTOMATICALLY A HEAD TALLER, THAN THE PEOPLE AROUND HIM. And how can a human develop, how can he find his gold mine or how can he tune himself in certain wave, when in fact, even the most of believers give to the society such a place in the mind, which must be occupied by Lord in the Highest? He checks every his step on the opinion of the society, every routine trifle of the everyday life. If he, although mentally, retreats to the millimeter from the admitted behaviour, in his imagination in a moment appear old bags, gossips indicating on him with fingers, muzhiks beating him on his mug and naming him with bad words.
-But it is around the world...
-Let's compare. An Englishman among a people is able to play any part. He would follow the standard rules even better than a Slav. But for example, the best his friend, it's possible, doesn't know about his terms with his wife, either they love each other, or they are going to divorce. The society is stupid in all the world, but there isn't such a supervision, such a meddling in the private life. An isolation is not taken as something seditious. More it is shameful to poke one's nose into other people's affair instead be busy with the own problems. Because of this, there is a society more developed in every respect, including the pecuniary one, because the way is more widely open for those, who has been aware himself as a strong personality.
When you studied at school, were there cases of the collective persecution against someone alone?
-Yes, they took place as far as I remember.
-The elder instructed to others: "watch the people and be the same as they are". What boiled down all this to? To a thing that IT WAS TABOO ON THE RIGHT TO BE HIMSELF. How can one find a gold mine when it is forbidden move from an ordered place? How can a radio be tuned on a necessary wave when it is forbidden to turn the adjustment knob? As a result, we see a society representing a mob of the idiots. Someone is taken as a clever man, the other is taken as a fool, but don't look for clever men there. Them there no. Remember: never, no one will advise you something reasonable, but suppose if their advice is found as a correct one, it will be a rare chance, as rare as a large sum of money may be found on a way by accident. There is the only person, whose advices can be found correct, only one on all the Earth.
Inga has smiled ironically and looked aside, thinking: "He thinks very highly of himself, megalomania?"
-Look me in the face, forest wench! There is only person on all the planet Earth, whose advices you've better to take seriously. Just you've thought, who is he, but you haven't guessed it. THIS PERSON IS YOURSELF!
The naked beauty, sitting on the stump, staring at her severe mentor, also she has stiffened with astonishment, the mouth is open.
Next chapter: http://la-flagellation.blogspot.ru/2012/12/the-enigmatic-abductor-chapter-5.html
The original Russian text: https://www.proza.ru/2009/12/20/1217
Inga was consoled by the impossibility of reading her thoughts by others, however she was ashamed a little, and she felt like a beginner at stealing who had penetrated into an unguarded and safe house where there is something to profit, and it may be sure the owner of the house has been overseas for a long time. In the green jail where she has found herself as fate has willed, it was turned back by right to herself all what was taken away from herself by the society, but Inga being suppressed by ideology of this society, she estimated this what was returned by nature, what must belong rightfully to herself like an inalienable, as something is stolen by herself. Besides all other things, accidentally she had caught herself at a strange position, instead a tremble before the relatively severe punishment, she feels the curiosity, in what pose she is going to be flogged today? And she noticed else that would like to stand in front of him as yesterday, that is on her knees, the bare bottom is upper, and in this case be a humble one, crushed down, raped in sophisticated ways. Else one a question troubled her closely against a background of all the above-listed: is it only a simple passion which was boiling in her essence or she was going mad?
At first, the morning rite passed as usual. However, when, standing in the river, he has poked his finger into her forbidden hole, she has arched, throwing back her head, and gasped out "oh" drawling with voluptuousness.
-Was it painful or pleasantly? I'm reminding: you must be outspoken with me. Answer!
-Painful,- lied Inga awkwardly.
-You are lying, forest wench!
Inga has learnt that the punishment will be harder.
-I wait for your explanations.
-I've lied, lord teacher. Flog me for this like a nanny-goat, adding to me a few strokes.
-I'm going to satisfy your request, forest wench. I'll add ten swats above the fixed fifteen. And don't lie me once more! If you said truth, it would be nothing wrong. I know indeed, that it was pleasant for you. It would be ought add twenty swats for you, let these ten swats be as suspended: till a following lying, you will get thirty, then. Answer: how old were you, when you lost your virginity? -Fifteen. Who was together with you?
-A shy foureyes from neighbouring block. He followed on my heels, then I had learnt what he wanted. And I was burning with curiosity. The thing, what he would give a gold reserve for, unexpectedly it proved to be accessible for him.
-Did you like it?
-I expected anything more greater.
-What a position did you do love in?
-He above me, it wasn't another. Gradually we had cool off each other.
-I'm doubting that it's all.
-It was one else. I loved him more, but I was afraid that he would blab to his friends. It happened that I had learnt such a thing about him... and at that no one thing but two; and to divulge any one of them it would be something like the same death for him.
-In a couple of words: what exactly?
-The first one: nearby one had robbed a manufactured goods shop, what he took part in, evidently. Three of them were imprison. The cops thought it is all the participators but he would be the fourth one. He was lucky very much, this was just a chance. The cops made talk all of them promptly and, unmasking the three, took it as enough and stopped to try. Absolutely only by chance, independently each of other, they was going to talk his name in the last turn. A small part of the stolen goods was kept in his home, but in the police one thought that they had time to spend on drink, selling out a rest of goods for dirt cheap.
-And the second?
-During a drunken feast riffraffs had raped him in the other end of Moscow, in Chertanovo. However here, among the riffraffs he has influence, though nobody learnt it, but he had hung himself. His cousin had time to saved him from the noose, then he had talked about it only to her adding that now he will kill himself despite everything. She spoke with him a long time. With a grand difficulty she succeeded in suggesting him, if he holds his tongue, all wouldn't change and let himself tries to forget this faster and no longer remembers. One day, glutting herself some drugs, she blabed me about it and was ready to blab to others, but I stopped her. I led her at her home and stayed till the dawn there, then she felt asleep. At dawn he returned from street, and I gave myself to him. He vowed love me, as all others do in such cases, but I warned him that I know about shop and about something else. He threatened me with a knife, even setting it against my throat, but I said him that he must only one thing: don't blab about our love affairs. We got laid once more and after this we went out on dates till he was drafted into the army. That morning on Saturday, when I didn't stay overnight at home, I was returning and my father wanted to spank me with jump rope, already in my eighteen years old, but my mother stood up for me, calling him as a pervert and an incestuous character. After this, they weren't on speaking terms during two days.
-In what position yielded you to this, second boy?
-First time in the same one,- Inga faltered.
-And then? Say, wench!
Inga turned red like a lobster and pronounced with a hollow voice:
-In the same pose, what you flogged me yesterday morning.
-And is that all?- asked her tormentor severely. - Look me in face!
-As well, we attempted he lies on his back and I sit above; it seemed; as on horseback,- Inga was made all blushed.
-You are worrying so much in vain. I greet the moral freedom, then slowly, rapping out every word, it seemed, as well as he would broadcast a communication of the TASS about beginning of the thermonuclear war, he added:
-IF YOU ARE NOT FREE SEXUALLY, YOU AREN'T FREE AT ALL!
-All the same, you are judging me: I gave myself to guy knowing that he is a queer.
-He was raped, I don't care. It's bad that he has only two convolution in his brain. Although his cousin is a psychopath, but smarter,- the abductor has smiled and added a little known phrase from Pushkin's "A scene of the chivalry time":
-Well. One's turn for the songs, another turn for the gibbet. I've taken the lash along and am going flog you here,- devil's lights have begun to sparkle in his eyes.- But at first, plunge seven times. Now it will especially you good to get cold. Look at how you've blushed!
Inga went into the river, did as he ordered, then went out to the bank. In this moment the malefactor washed his hands.
-What pose have I to strike?
-All as yesterday: on your knees, set your head against the ground, your hands keep behind, to interlace and not to disjoin, don't tumble down on your body side!
-Please, tie me. What if I can't stand twenty five swats with electric wire?
-Accustom yourself to stand. If you don't start to study, you will never learn to do. If going on a journey, you don't make single step, you will never achieve your goal. If you fall on the body side, grasp hurting point or fence, I'll add a number. You will not die because of this, but you will be more healthy, my beauty.
What could she do against? Finding almost a single plane area on the steep slope, the naked girl stood up as it was ordered. But what is the matter? The fear slackened and a desire came instead of it, really a rabid one, let she would be fucked in such a pose.
The whizz was sounded unexpectedly. A tip of the whip has stung between the buttocks being apart a little, not far from the forbidden entry. A wave of voluptuousness, being rushed beforehand, this is curiously enough, it continued to coexist with the increasing pain. The second time, the wire, encircling the seductive roundednesses, pierced in a point, where a haunch transforms into the buttock.
-S-s-s, - hissed Inga. And after third swat a very long "ouch!" was heard which it was impossible to tell from a yell of the passion. The pain got worked up. She wanted to jump and to spin in some wild dance. Even it was some attractive thing in it, but after every stroke it became more unbearably and finally the pain have gained the definitive victory and the first loud "ouch!" has heard after the tenth swat. After a few such "ouch!" the girl heard the voice of her executioner:
-It's fifteen already, all would be finished with this, but you weren't an outspoken one. Next time don't you dare lie to me! Take that and that! Don't you dare lie to me! Take that!
On the nineteenth stroke Inga started to quake weeping and gripped her fingers with all her strength, because it was a grand desire to snatch with her hands the flogged buttocks and to rub them. All flushed, she dug her teeth into the grass, and the tears rained from her eyes.
-Well, it's finished, wench. You've recompensed and may relax.
Inga, remaining on knees, has unhooked her hands, become straight, rubbing her whipped buttocks, then has wiped her eyes, spat out some grass with soil and given a deep sigh. The hands continued to tremble.
-Thank you for the lesson, master teacher! May I wash me?
-Don't may: you must do.
Inga has walked down to the river, washed off the rest of grass and soil by the mouth, washed well her eyes, a few times given a deep sigh and walked upstairs cheerfully. The stinging pain changed in an ass fever and an easy burning. The red welts, darkening in some areas, looked clearly, decorating in its own way the young wench's body, which was slender attractive even without all this. Inga has to wonder at herself again. Being naked at all, just flogged, she wanted again to give herself to this beast. For all that, she did not feel herself a humble or an unhappy one. That has never been before, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes glowed now. Now her warder becomes more talkative, this makes glad her too. Now she wants to speak with him round the clock.
-Master teacher, you promised me yesterday to uncover something like a great secret, - Inga has spoken briskly to him.
-But are you ready to listen it?- he has turned to look at her.- Oh, wonderful! You are just spanked, however I see, judging by your eyes, you have a large spare of the optimism. I welcome this! But are you able to listen with enough attention to digest, to learn well and forget never?
-I hope,- the girl has answered, smiling.
-Well. You may be don't agree. I'm not going to drum my convictions in your beautiful bottom, however you must KNOW that such a way of things exists too and REMEMBER its content. You must not agree but must remember. If you forget, I'll spank you. And you know the "Code of prisoner's behaviour": one case, don't solve a difficult puzzle, other case, don't learn that, which is chewed and put into the mouth. It will hurt to sit, that's exactly. All the attention here, wench! - Suddenly his friendly and frivolous tone becomes changed into severe and imperative one. Then he adds more mildly:
-Sit on the stump and listen me.
She sits down. The rough stump has stung her naked flogged halves again. Although Inga isn't worried about recent punishment, but doesn't want to repeat it. She feigns a great attention not to be punished once more.
-The part one of this great verity consist of the five words: THE MAIN BULK OF PEOPLE ARE STUPID. What do you say about it?
-I hope, if I say frankly, I'll not be punished: don't you play a trick on me? And is it the same "that great secret"? Something like this I somewhere heard already.
-That's the matter, the only first part says nothing. But hear's the part two: ...BY THEIR OWN CHOOSE. Here certain comments are necessary, so listen with attention.
Every human is born a genius. Everybody thanks to his own peculiarity is able to attain such a high level, comparable with Newton or Einstein. At first sight there is a contradiction: all the world are geniuses and all the world are idiots an the same time. But the point is that the freedom was given for anyone: he may CHOOSE the genius's way or the idiot's way. And finally he may dash aside from one way to another or go along the idiot's way for a long time, then recollect suddenly and, like "changing a railway point", move on the genius's way.
What is the essence of the genius's way? TO SEEK, to seek inside himself a gold mine, what efficiency of would be inexhaustible. For example, take a radio: it will keep silent till be tuned in a certain wave. The SEEKING makes with an adjusting knob. Our predestination, just we have entered into the conscious stage of the life, to start this seeking. The beginning of the seeking is the same repentance. Be knowing: ancient Greek equivalent of the word "repentance" means something like "change of the thinking". Are you listening to me, wench? I'll ask you. If you forget something, I'll spank you.
-Tell. It's interesting for me.
-If you are listening, it must be interesting in fact, because in the soviet conditions you could hear this nowhere before. Even in the free countries the most people goes along the idiot's way, and what do you expect here, then. Note: here all comes down to the fact that people here are driven into the society by force, by any price, but someone needs in it and profits from this very much. Even if a holiday concurs with weekend, one doesn't let them have free time a few days running, but tries to make them to come to work these days, repaying the days or carrying them over to the leave. Why so? Someone may remain with himself and start THINKING. If he is thinking, he has a good chance TO DISCOVER something. SOMEONE WHO HAS BEGUN TO THINK WITH HIS OWN HEAD, HE BECOME AUTOMATICALLY A HEAD TALLER, THAN THE PEOPLE AROUND HIM. And how can a human develop, how can he find his gold mine or how can he tune himself in certain wave, when in fact, even the most of believers give to the society such a place in the mind, which must be occupied by Lord in the Highest? He checks every his step on the opinion of the society, every routine trifle of the everyday life. If he, although mentally, retreats to the millimeter from the admitted behaviour, in his imagination in a moment appear old bags, gossips indicating on him with fingers, muzhiks beating him on his mug and naming him with bad words.
-But it is around the world...
-Let's compare. An Englishman among a people is able to play any part. He would follow the standard rules even better than a Slav. But for example, the best his friend, it's possible, doesn't know about his terms with his wife, either they love each other, or they are going to divorce. The society is stupid in all the world, but there isn't such a supervision, such a meddling in the private life. An isolation is not taken as something seditious. More it is shameful to poke one's nose into other people's affair instead be busy with the own problems. Because of this, there is a society more developed in every respect, including the pecuniary one, because the way is more widely open for those, who has been aware himself as a strong personality.
When you studied at school, were there cases of the collective persecution against someone alone?
-Yes, they took place as far as I remember.
-The elder instructed to others: "watch the people and be the same as they are". What boiled down all this to? To a thing that IT WAS TABOO ON THE RIGHT TO BE HIMSELF. How can one find a gold mine when it is forbidden move from an ordered place? How can a radio be tuned on a necessary wave when it is forbidden to turn the adjustment knob? As a result, we see a society representing a mob of the idiots. Someone is taken as a clever man, the other is taken as a fool, but don't look for clever men there. Them there no. Remember: never, no one will advise you something reasonable, but suppose if their advice is found as a correct one, it will be a rare chance, as rare as a large sum of money may be found on a way by accident. There is the only person, whose advices can be found correct, only one on all the Earth.
Inga has smiled ironically and looked aside, thinking: "He thinks very highly of himself, megalomania?"
-Look me in the face, forest wench! There is only person on all the planet Earth, whose advices you've better to take seriously. Just you've thought, who is he, but you haven't guessed it. THIS PERSON IS YOURSELF!
The naked beauty, sitting on the stump, staring at her severe mentor, also she has stiffened with astonishment, the mouth is open.
Next chapter: http://la-flagellation.blogspot.ru/2012/12/the-enigmatic-abductor-chapter-5.html
The original Russian text: https://www.proza.ru/2009/12/20/1217
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