The Last Gambit

October 8 - 12. India. Bombay-Puttaparthi

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October 8 - 12. India. Bombay-Puttaparthi

On Sunday Holmes got all the necessary information of Sai Baba’s ashram (the Indian god’s residence was called so) and ordered tickets to Bombay and Puttaparthi. Early in the Monday’s morning Mahmud drove him to the airport of Cairo and four hours later Holmes was at Bombay. A lean young Indian dressed in European style met him and immediately drove to the “Sheraton” hotel. It was a first Holmes visit to India and Prakash showed him the sights of the sea gates to India.

– In Bombay there also is an ashram of Sai Baba, Mr. Holmes, - he said friendly smiling.

– Does Sai Baba visit it?

– No, he spent almost all his time in Puttaparthi. Pilgrims all over the world go there; and everyone want to see Sai Baba, to be received by him and talk to him.

– And you, Prakash, did you see him?

– No, Mr. Holmes. I even haven’t been in Puttaparthi.

– Well, we’ll fly together this Wednesday, and may be he will receive you.

– It’s very difficult, Mr. Holmes. People spent much time waiting but far from everybody get a happiness to talk with him. He himself decides whom to talk with.

Bombay wasn’t like Cairo. Holmes felt it even in the international airport: something was wrong. This “something” couldn’t be seen or touched, but he felt it somehow specially, may be with the sixth feeling. Was it the India ’s smell or peculiar October’s heat? Yes, of course it was another - unusual - heat. It was stuffy heat, enveloping all the body with sticky sweat, when even after five minutes under the Sun one’s brains began to melt and he desired to return under cool air provided by car-conditioner. And the Sun was quite different there: it wasn’t bright and hard as in Spain or Egypt, but looked like a washed white disk on faded blue heat haze above. How could these figures on the emerald-green grass of a stadium accustom to this heat? No, the matter didn’t concern the Sun or heat: there were something another. May be these people sitting along runoff ditches near strange constructions made of cardboard and rags?

– How many are they, I wonder? - Holmes even didn’t note that asked it aloud.

– Whom? Little people? - Prakash tried to make the question clearer. - So they are called here.

– In Bombay? -Holmes asked again.

– No, in India.

– And why are they called so?

– Because they don’t exist. It is as though they exist, but from the higher casts’ point of view they are not. It always has been so. They don’t have homes, work or papers. They are counted only in mass in births-and-deaths statistics.

– But how much of them are in India?

– About thirty percents. Taking into account that India ’s population is over a billion, they are more than thirty millions.

– It’s the whole Europe! And does nobody struggle for their rights, even they themselves?

– They don’t know another life. They are born here, live their time, leave posterity and go to another world. Sometimes, when it’s needed to build something at the place where they lives, a column of trucks come, load them with all their property and take them to another place.

– And aren’t they indignant, don’t they protest, don’t they try to change somehow their status?

– ??? - Prakash looked at Holmes as if he was a child, asking silly questions without an answer. - Please, Mr. Holmes, don’t try to give them something or buy. You will change nothing, but you can get problems.

– Well, Prakash, I’ve understood. I’ve been warned of this already in Cairo.

“No, - Holmes was reflecting. - It wasn’t a poverty, which he met in every country. It was something different he didn’t know a word for. And this “something” demanded it’d definition. Holmes accustomed to analyse all that attracted his attention at first time met something new phenomenon. Following the distinction algorithm on the level of “this - not this” he recalled possible analogues, using which he could classify that new that he became a witness of. He remembered Verov’s reasoning that a concept is an image and a word. The word could appear as the familiar image’s consequence. But an adequate image didn’t appear and the occurring words, concerning what he had heard and seen, were empty and dead.

– We are at the place, Mr. Holmes, - Prakash interrupted his thoughts about “little people”. - Make yourself comfortable and after two hours I’ll be ready to drive you to local “Ernst amp; Young” affiliate.

The “Sheraton” hotel in Bombay was quite similar to the hotels of that company in other countries. Situated all over the worlds they were a peculiar symbol of stability and wealth of the West. Services provided by the hotel’s administration also were standard. But in India and so in Bombay there was a problem with water. Europeans were strictly prohibited to use tap water; only water from special packages even for teeth cleaning. Holmes knew it, and remembered the English colonial government who had lived there two centuries before. How did they solve such problems? After all there were no conditioners and water purifier.

The business for which Holmes had come to Bombay was not too easy. The Indian juridical norms only in appearance were similar to the British one. But they let to interpret the certain regulations of bankruptcy in many ways, so they turned a free migration of capital into the one-way flow. The Indian legislature as it was included the deep hidden inner algorithm, surely defending the country’s credit-financial system from foreign intervention. On the second day in Bombay Holmes understood, that he was able to solve only the particular conflict between his firm’s management and the Indian administration. After his departure the global strategy of the Indian government would remain unchanged, and in some time “Ernst amp; Young’s” activity in this country anyway would become problematic.

Was Holmes a patriot of the firm he represented in different countries? He would hardly answer that he was. He was most likely interested in watching the resistance of national capital of a certain country against the international capital. And he many times caught himself at thoughts that he was far from supporting the last one. From the other side he understood well that the process of concentration the society’s productive forces, called the “globalisation”, was an objective process. It means that it goes in spite of the wishes of individual persons, even the most eminent statesmen. Neither Ehnaton, nor Ramses, nor Julius Caesar, nor Napoleon could stop it. All of them could either slow it down or speed it up. But with all this some conception of ruling this process always exists. Of course it was a subjective one, since in any conception the interests of certain persons are expressed.

But “little people”, as Prakash Kumar had called them, had no opportunity to express their interests in such conception of productive forces concentration and they moreover had no possibility to realize their potential human dignity. So what role did they play in this process?

Again and again Holmes searched for image necessary for classification the new phenomenon while the familiar shots from the film “matrix” hadn’t come back to his memory.

Of course! In this film all the mankind was a source of some specific type of energy for the machine “matrix”, something like batteries for its recharge. If to think clearly the position of the majority of people towards aggregors is the same - they supply aggregors with their energy, necessary for achieving aims of masters and managers of aggregors. Through the special system of “connections” people share their energy with aggregors and through the same “connections” aggregors and their managers influence on all “connected”. Thus all of them in this or that degree don’t dispose of themselves. “Connections” for different people can be different passions and hobbies: from various narcotics, starting with widespread tobacco and alcohol (Holmes himself had such sin), to pop-music. And so in modern mass media (television, radio, papers and magazines) there are all necessary meanings for influence over the “connected”.

It means that the row of terrible images in the “Matrix” is far from fiction and schizophrenic ravings. It’s the visualisation of the quite definite aggregor, which rules the Western regional civilization. And here in India Holmes met with some very old aggregor, for which do the hundreds of millions of “little people” served like “batteries”. And was this their mission? - It seemed that the organizers of the cast system hadn’t provided another mission for them…

Going to domestic airport of Bombay Holmes noted to him that nobody had showed him the “picnics” in India and hadn’t raised the questions like those that he had discussed in Switzerland and Spain. Why was he going to Puttaparthi? Why did he need to talk with Sai Baba? He had no answers to these questions, but probably one that he had given to Harvey as a joke. Though, was it a joke?

The plane had already taken off when Holmes noticed that both cabins were hardly one third full. Prakash Kumar explained that only solvent foreigners fly to the ashram by plane, but the majority of pilgrims travel by train. Nonetheless in Puttaparthi there was the airport of Sai Baba with one runway, and another one was constructing. The weather was fine; there wasn’t a single cloud on the sky and a wonderful view of the Indian Ocean at first and a flat part of the country later opened up before one's eyes. The small clean airport was situated between the hills covered with bright verdure. At one of them there was a crowd of meeting people: cars, cycle-cars - the whole set of services of any big Indian city. Prakash as a man of experience selected the wanted attendant. And then the selected car was let in the airport for taking the passengers and luggage.

– This is about the only income of local taxi-drivers. Two times a week pilgrims arrive and two or three hundreds rupees (four - five dollars) is the fair profit for anyone, regarding the nearly total unemployment of the fifty-thousand-people town, - commented Prakash.

About fifteen minutes they drove the modern road by temples, the University of Sai Baba and other religious buildings. Then they achieved the ashram’s gate. From there they were to go on foot. The ashram like a big oasis was situated inside the crowded town full of shops, dirty streets runoff ditches and cheap hotels. Surrounded with stonewall it represented a striking contrast to the noisy and dusty town with its discordant and multicoloured crowd. Holmes and Prakash were accommodated in one of hotel blocks, located along the perimeter of ashram, in the western sector. They had to put on a white cotton shirt and trousers bought at local shop. After it Holmes and his satellite became indistinguishable from other pilgrims who were more than five thousands in the ashram.

One could say that on the small territory of ashram the whole world was represented in miniature. Delegations from different countries numbered from two-three to ten and more men and its members wore differential signs in the form of kerchiefs with national flags features. Holmes noticed that a price of living, food and clothes was purely symbolic; this suggested that the whole enterprise was obviously unprofitable. Evidently something was made there with participation of very rich sponsors.

Prakash got all necessary information about the ritual of meeting with Sai Baba and suggested to go to bed early after the supper. Suddenly somebody cautiously knocked the door of their room. Holmes looked interrogatively on his neighbour, but he shook his shoulders with surprise showing that he had invited nobody.

– Come in, - called Holmes.

The door opened and a young man dressed in white pilgrim’s clothes bringing a folder with some papers entered the room. By appearance he was not more then thirty. He had swarthy face with slightly slanting black eyes and disarming amiable smile. Holmes decided that even if he hadn’t been an inhabitant, he most likely belonged to the ashram’s maintenance staff. But what had led him here?

– Mr. Holmes, I beg your pardon for coming uninvited. I get know of your arrival from my friend in administration. My name is Grisha. I’m from Russia and have been living here about three years. I work as a translator for the Russian delegacies when Sai Baba invites them. It is a year since three Russians from Petersburg were here. Sai Baba received them on the first day, and you know that it is a quite rare thing. He had the hour conversation with them and suggested to continue it on the next day. Such thing had never occurred before it, al least while I had been here. I missed the first discussion because the tree guests from Petersburg were accompanied by one of the Russians who had been waiting them impatiently for three months. However even at the first meeting Sai Baba showed him his displeasure, and this was a great surprise for everyone, since Sai Baba was always extremely friendly to everybody. Thus the Russians called me to come with them to the second meeting and I was a witness of their discussion with Sai Baba. Many interesting and unusual had happened there, though I understood it only after my compatriots had left for Bombay.

They came to Puttaparthi in a month after the wreck of atomic submarine “ Kursk ”. They had their own opinion on the causes and consequences of that catastrophe and they probably wanted to check it at Sai Baba. They showed me the “picnics” from Petersburg ’s paper “Chas Pick” as the illustrations of possible variants of events in Russia development. They said that you had those “puzzles” and had been occupying with them at least since 1994. I spent only two days among them and got knew so much new that I’m still under the impression of what I’ve heard. They didn’t say that you would come here, but for some reason I was sure that it inevitably would happen. And after “kamikaze”-airplanes had destroyed the WTC in New York I, frankly speaking, had been waiting for your arrival. And today on October 10, I saw your name in another arrivals report. I simply couldn’t but visit you. And so I’m here.

At first it was obvious that the guest was slightly exited, but soon he was carried out by remembrances of the past he became speaking easier. His English was evidence of a good school and large practice.

– All what you’ve told, Grisha, is quite interesting. Do I pronounce your name correctly? - Holmes began. The guest nodded assent and Holmes continued. - I’m really acquainted with the Russian “picnics” and even had thought that there would not be a speech of them in India. But you, Grisha, have removed my doubts. But nonetheless, why did you decide that I would come to Sai Baba?

– I probably will fail to explain you, Mr. Holmes, what have been my expectations based on. I’m ready to express some thoughts about it. However, it’s late now and you need to have a rest if you are going to go through the whole ritual of Sai Baba’s temple visiting tomorrow. I guess that you as the majority of visitors want have a personal meet with Sai Baba, don’t you?

– Yes, of course I do, but Prakash for instance says that there is a low chance because Sai Baba himself chooses whom to invite. First, I want to know why everybody seeks a personal talk with him. And second, what has happened to the Russians whom Sai Baba had favoured with double meeting, I wonder?

– Reasoning from my experience most people comes here to solve their own problems: to be saved from illnesses and hard diseases, generally change their lives, which many as it seems to me are tired of. I wouldn’t say for others but my life has really changed after meeting Sai Baba. I had had a lot of problems, but have lived in harmony with myself for three years now. And it’s not too little for our hard times. And what concerning relations of the three Russians and Sai Baba I would like to talk of this particularly. Better tomorrow, after your meeting with Swami.

– Who is Swami, Grisha?

– This name means “a teacher”. I call Sai Baba in such way, when I get an opportunity to talk to him.

– How do you think, will he invite us for conversation?

– It will depend on you, Mr. Holmes. When I asked one of the Russians why he hadn’t doubted that the meeting would have token place, I heard nearly this: “It’s necessary to understand how difficult is to be a god, and sympathize with an old man doing his hard mission”. In other words, if you really want to arouse Swami’s wish to talk to you, you should not give in to the public excitement of worship, which grips everybody presenting in the temple. You should look into his eyes as a human to human. Thus he will inevitably hear you, and maybe even invite for talking. Think yourself, what interest is in talking to ecstatic exalted public, which thoughts are known beforehand. But don’t think that it’s easy to get away from what is going in the temple. I have presented at the ceremony of Swami’s appearance about several hundreds times. But even now it’s difficult to me to overcome the feeling that seizes everybody at Sai Baba’s entrance. One needs to see it once and much will become clear. You will go at yourselves or have you already entered a certain group of Englishmen?

– We will go at ourselves and thus will have no kerchiefs.

– But nevertheless, if you want to go together, you’d better buying the similar kerchiefs at a local shop. Otherwise only one of you will go to conversation: savadals - ashram’s special service - strictly see to observance of the ritual. By the way, all the shops are opened for women only in the morning and for men in the evening. As you’ve already become sure the canteen is also separate for men and women. Have rest, Mr. Holmes; you are to wake up early before the sunrise to get a chance to see the gaze of Swami.

– For some time he stood hesitating whether to say something or not. And at last dared and told:

– Please, don’t misunderstand me, Mr. Holmes. But if you get a wish me to present at your meeting with Sai Baba, knock me when he get you up. I’ll be near.

– Thank you, Grisha. I’ll certainly follow your advice and tomorrow we will meet again, if your plans don’t change.

Prakash saw the Russian translator off and having returned back suggested walking in the ashram before the sleep. It was about eight p.m. Unusually bright stars shined in the sky. Streets were full of pilgrims: men, women and even children. Holmes and Prakash went to the temple and Prakash told of the special order, in accordance with which did that town of the new religion lived. Being in the room Holmes noticed the absence of radio or TV-set: there were just two trestle-beds, two chairs and a small table. Prakash explained that in the ashram a special regime of silence was obeyed. Thus there was neither radio nor TV, and savadals, who appeared as if out of nowhere, interrupted even loud talks. “Keep silence!” - sounds behind your back. There the use of alcohol or smoking was prohibited. And in the canteen there were not but vegetarian dishes. Holmes was impressed by absolute cleanness regarding so large amount of visitors. But it wasn’t surprising because everyone used to put off his or her boots entering the temple or the canteen.

There was no conditioner in the room. The only ventilator hung in the centre strived with the heat though to no effect. Holmes took a shower and fell to sleep. He woke to the knock at the door: somebody woke pilgrims for the morning ritual. It was three o’clock. The temple stood in the low place and looked as a huge bad lightened spot. Lines of pilgrims came to it from every side and they sat down the rocky area in the right rows. After about an hour Holmes counted more than thirty rows each of about a hundred of pilgrims. It meant that there were more than two and a half men (women went through the procedure separately). The casting of lots began which row to go to the temple the first. Holmes and Prakash sat somewhere in the sixth row, but Holmes suddenly got a strange assurance that the very their row would go the first. A savadal dressed in white slowly moved along the rows of sitting pilgrims carrying an object similar to a cap for drawing lots. A person sitting first in the row rose, took his number and sat back to his place. Everybody waited who would get the number one. A tall slender black man sitting first in Holmes’s row rose, took a paper, looked at it and the whole row began to rise in the full silence.

– We’ve got a chance, - Prakash whispered to Holmes.

They rose, took their jute cushions bought on the previous day by Prakash, put off the sandals and went to the temple almost running. At the entrance, as if in the airport, they passed through the “special control”. It was prohibited to take either photo or video cameras or any other outside things. The huge space inside the temple was divided into two parts: for men and for women. The floor was paved with black marble; the ceiling was decorated with golden and green. There were no walls as they were; the massive columns with high pedestal took their place. The front part of the temple had a magnificently beautified podium with a construction, resembling Christian churches’ altars, and a small special room where Sai Baba probably received his guests.

First pilgrims achieved the white marble road and began to sit down along it on brought cushions. It was the only thing that one could take to the temple and Holmes soon made sure of its importance. It was about two hours before Sai Baba’s entrance and it was hard for a European to sit for such time on the marble floor in uncommon pose. The lines of pilgrims entered the temple and silently took their places and in a half an hour both parts of the temple were fulfilled.

The sky lightened on the East and bird began twittering. Some moving started around the temple, something like a religious procession. A rhythmical singing with cries “Hare Krishna!” sounded. Then the unanimous sigh “Ho-o-u-um!” escaped the crowd of five thousand people and invisible bells rang out of somewhere. Holmes noticed the extraordinary order of everything. A small group of savadals kept it during all stages of preparing the ritual and during the ritual itself. They carried out a huge roll of red carpet runner and began unrolling it strictly along white marble flags, which stood out against a background of black marble of the temple. Minutes of tedious silence and everybody’s tension came. Holmes even began to feel how did that tension created by crowd of many thousands waiting for wonder began to paralyse his mind. He remembered what had Grisha warned him about and tried to escape the approaching public euphoria. With the first rays of the Sun bright chandeliers beneath the ceiling fired and at once lighted up all of many rich colours of India. A charming eastern melody sounded and birds began to sing, as if they had awoken from the deep dreams. Suddenly the whole temple seemed to breathe a deep sigh and everybody turned right as if trying to get up. And when the tension in the temple culminated, there, far off, at the very edge of red road getting beyond the horizon, in bright rays of the rising Sun a small nearly transparent figure with a noticeable black shock dressed in orange tunic appeared. The figure slowly moved along the red road making some jests towards sitting pilgrims with its left hand. And the crowd rocked following the moving of his hand, from which something was falling down the pilgrims’ heads.

– This is viphuthi special clay in a form of powder, - whispered Prakash, - they consider it to possess certain curing qualities.

Holmes hardly heard what Kumar had said. Nonetheless a savadal standing his back to the road and looking narrowly at excited pilgrims immediately felt something wrong and made a fierce face. Sai Baba approached Holmes and he understood why it was so important to sit in the first rows. Sai Baba though of all his divine majesty could see eyes of three or at most five rows. He was a man of about seventy-five with tired swarthy “peasant’s” face and big sad black eyes. He carried notes given by pilgrims in his hands. A vacant smile of calmness wandered at his face. Sometimes he slowed down a little and peered at a face, which had attracted him; but then he made a slight wave of the hand as if bidding farewell to that glance impatiently waiting for him; then he continued his slow moving. Finally he appeared before Holmes and their eyes met each other for a second or two.

– Who art thou? What dost thou need here? - Strictly asked the glance, though the face was still calm a peaceful.

– A human. I would like to talk. - Holmes also silently answered not lowering his gaze, without a challenge, friendly but not ingratiatingly.

The gaze of Sai Baba said nothing. It roved somewhere forward and away from Holmes. After it he continued going forward with the same festinating gait.

– It means that he didn’t hear or didn’t want to talk, - Holmes decided for himself still not taking his eyes off of Sai Baba’s back.

But suddenly he slowed down, then stopped and slowly turned back. After it he moved back and stopped before Holmes, looked at him and shortly asked:

– Are you English?

– Yes, - Holmes nodded assent.

– How much [80]?

– Two.

– Go, - Sai Baba waved his hand and followed forth continuing his beat.

Holmes and Prakash rose and carefully overstepped the carpet road (a savadal interdicted to step on it with some jest). They went to the podium where two women had been already sitting waiting for an audience. Holmes before sitting down looked around searching for Grisha. But he was already getting out the privileged crowd on the podium.

– Well, even here a certain hierarchy exists, - Holmes noted to himself.

Grisha came and sat down near.

– Mr, Holmes, everything is going as with the Russians in the last year. That time Swami didn’t invited them at once as well. Let’s see what is going to be.

The ceremony has ended and Sai Baba called those who were waiting for him to follow him beyond the massive oaken doors opened by savadals for him. The room they’d entered was rather small. A heavy armchair resembling a throne upholstered with red velvet stood in the corner. To the left of it was a way to another room, hung with a heavy curtain. Sai Baba took a white napkin from a small escritoire, wiped sweat from his face and sat down the armchair. Women situated to the right and men to the left on the floor. The conversation at first started with women. It was a usual talk of women’s fate in the western inhabitant’s life, of her grieves and joys. For each of them Sai Baba spared some minutes, asked about their home deals and like a father gave advices what shouldn’t be done for living in calmness and gladness. But at once he for some times mildly rebuked them for improper behaviour. It was very similar to Catholic confessions but without any external attributes referring to the “church mysteries” of the ritual. It the end of the conversation Sai Baba seemed to shrink into him. Holmes strained all his attention, feeling that something strange was going inside the room. It was hard to find the words for it. That “something strange” was just hovering near, though one couldn’t either see or hear “it”. Suddenly Sai Baba made a wide jest with his right hand and a golden chain with an elegant pendant on it. He put it on the neck of the woman gone for ecstasies. And his eyes studied thoroughly the face of the woman sitting next to her. Her face was an ordinary face of a woman who had seen an inaccessible adornment in her friend’s attire. Sai Baba knew how to read even more intricate thoughts. He obviously had no intentions to bring up a feeling of envy. Thus the second jest followed, and another chain with precious pendant appeared and move to the neck of frustrate envious woman. From the conversation Holmes got that one woman was from Canada and another from Australia; but separated by a great distance they were twins in their passions. Finally, when sincere tears of tenderness and joy and numerous hearty thanks of the happy possessors of signs of attention were taken, Sai Baba addressed to the men.

– What is your name? - He strictly asked Grisha.

– Grisha, - the young man wasn’t confused and answered with a smile.

– Krishna? - Sai Baba asked again even more strictly, but his eyes were laughing.

– No, I’m Russian and my name is Grisha, - the translator answered as if continuing some game.

– And why are you here with Englishmen, Krishna? Do you ant to translate my words on Russian for them? You should not; Russians understand everything well even without them. - He finished talking to Grisha with this strange phrase and only after it paid his attention to Holmes and his friend. - What has led you to me?

– I would like to understand the “picnics”, - Holmes decided to go straight forth.

– Yes, the picnics are easy, - Sai Baba told as of something well known - you have seen how it is made, - he nodded at the women on his left and continued immediately becoming serious. - Even if I wanted it I would not be able to explain you how the picnics were made. One should feel everything himself. And what are you doing? - And without waiting for an answer he declared for everybody. - He tries to understand how to make a “picnic” though he has never done them himself.

Faces of the presents showed that they completely didn’t realize what did the matter concerned of. But Sai Baba talked via eyes and words at different levels. That old and wise man knew much more that he could tell his visitors. Holmes understood that he would tell nothing by words. So he was just to read that, what was going in some unclear images from Sai Baba’s eyes. And his eyes wonderfully young and vivid read his visitor and told at once. But how hard was to read unfamiliar images from ancient ages; and even more difficult was to translate those images on any common language. Holmes remembered what Verov had told about concepts as of united systems of images and words in Spain. But that time even Verov was powerless.

– And you, - Sai Baba strictly asked Prakash, - why are you here? You are not an Englishmen but like everything English. It is not good.

– I help Mr. Holmes, - Kumar answered joining his hands like a prayer and his face changed its colour from swarthy to grey.

– I know whom do you help and how, - Sai Baba smiled once again, - but why do you help little to your brother?

– He lives in Russia and is doing well.

– But he has more deals that he does not consider to be his deals. But they mean much for Russia and India. And you must help him, but for this you must understand that, what your brother has not understood yet. And Krishna understands something about these deals. - And he gave a conspiratorial wink to Grisha. - Help me, - he addressed to Prakash, and it was a sigh of a peculiar favour.

Prakash with prayerfully joined hands on his knees crept to the armchair. Sai Baba rose leaning on his shoulder showing thus that the audience was finished. Everybody stood up and went to exit. The huge space of the temple was lighted by the morning Sun and… empty. The conversation lasted for an hour but the crowd of five thousands had time to go away; and it perplexed Holmes a little. Pilgrims were going for breakfast and Holmes with his “escort” went to canteen too. After the breakfast Grisha offered to show the sights of ashram. During short walk Holmes saw the Museum of All Religions and the sacred tree. It was told, that sitting on it Sai Baba even in his childhood created exotic fruits for his neighbours. It was only about ten o’clock but the Sun burned unmercifully. Holmes asked Grisha to guide him to the local “post-office” to call to London. Audibility was fine and Watson told that he was ready to discuss the “picnics”. After phoning Holmes suggested returning to the hotel. Prakash alleged the need of solving a problem of leaving Puttaparthi and disappeared somewhere. Grisha went for his folder. Holmes waiting for Grisha stood near the hotel building called “NORD, 4”. His eyes fell on big tree near the stonewall fencing the whole ashram in. At that moment Grisha appeared.

– Grisha, say me please, where did those Russians live?

– Here, - Grisha pointed at the building “NORD, 4”, - they liked walking around this area and being amused by a family of monkeys living at this tree. Would you like to watch?

Holmes approached the tree attracted his attention and indeed saw sly snouts of young marmosets and their parents between bushes.

– And how long have they been living here?

– Oh, for long time, pilgrims feed them and consider being their good old friends.

Holmes accompanied by Grisha returned to his room and asked to tell in details of the Russians’ last year visit to the temple.

Everything had started as it was today with you, Mr. Holmes. But the Russians asked many questions to Swami at the first meeting. And their group of five men and six women didn’t seem to be unified. I’ve already told that I hadn’t been at their first meeting and know it only from descriptions. Swami for some purpose didn’t answer at once but postponed the meeting on the next day. However he wanted to talk only with three Russians, who had just come from Petersburg. Other eight had waited for eight months but Swami refused to see them again after the first time. Moreover he demanded talking without women and with a good translator. Thus the sign was given to me that my presence at the expecting conversation was desired because there weren’t other translators from Russian.

– Grisha, and why did Sai Baba call you Krishna? - Holmes.

– It is a kind of “game”, - Grisha smiled, - he calls me so every time in new guests’ presence.

– And how do you think, does Sai Baba really create things I’ve seen from nothing?

– Yes, and he says that everybody can do so. But I think he realizes that not everybody can. Look, he presented me this ring, - Grisha showed the ring with big a diamond on his right hand, - and I believe that he had created it himself, though outwardly all this is indistinguishable from illusionism. One of the Russians explained it from position of idea that the Universe is a process of triunity of matter, information and measure.

– Tell it in more detail, Grisha. It seems to me that “creating” practise of Sai Baba directly refers to the “picnics” solution.

– I’ll try to retell what I have heard from the Russians. However frankly speaking it would be difficult to tell it even on Russian, let alone English. The Russians consider Sai Baba to be an aggregorial [81] leader of some ancient Indian aggregor, which for many millennia maintained the crowd-“elitism” of that ancient country. They think that he is proficient in some ancient methods of matrix ruling, which are based on forming the images necessary for ruling and putting them in order on every mutually enclosed levels of organizing the Universe: from elementary particles of vacuum to atoms, molecules and their formations. Imagine that there are images (information) and a certain measure (order) is imparted to them. Then the process can be realized, though depending on how much does this order agree with that order, which is the objective measure i.e. God’s Predetermination Matrix. The Russians came to get look what can matrix methods of ruling degenerate to for many millennia, if everything happened only at level of images and the conceptual system wasn’t developed. Well, you see, any concept is a whole system consisting of images and certain words referring to them. Did you pay your attention on the poorness of Swami’s vocabulary, Mr. Holmes?

– Well, but he spoke to me and to the Russians in English. If he had spoken on his native language…

– Then… sorry for interrupting you, Mr. Holmes. Then nothing would have been changed. In other words, if he could express everything in certain words then there would be many people like Swami in India, or at least at Puttaparthi. But Sai Baba like all his previous incarnations is the only. And new Sai Baba will appear only after this one is dead. Swami says it himself. That’s why all what had the Russians seen here satisfied them. And they said to me that it was no use to ask Sai Baba about matrix methods of ruling because he could tell about them only in images.

– And did he tell them? And did they understand what he had told?

– At least one of them said that he had.

– And can you, Grisha, retell it?

– It’s rather hard, but I will try. They consider that zhretses of Ancient Atlantis exchanged the information each with other in immediate images during the direct biofield contact. From one hand it fastened the interchange of large amounts of information, but from other hand caused disregarding the standards of speech development. Moreover according to the Russian’ opinion with such attitude to telepathy and speech their psyche was nearly every moment included to these or those aggregors. And this involved to that their ability to model possible variants of events development was strongly limited. To put it differently - processes they aimed to rule in many cases developed with the speed of their imagination. And what was the most dangerous - without any alternative, i.e. without evaluating their consequences and quality of ruling in terms of “good”, “bad” or “undefined”.

– But how could it be? - Asked Holmes.

– I too couldn’t conceive it, - Grisha began answering, - until remembered how I had gone along the ice-covered ground (in England you also have it sometimes). I began to imagine with fear that I was gliding and falling. And before I got time to imagine it completely I had already fallen and nearly broken the back of my head.

And the case of zhretses of Atlantis is the same. The Russians think that everything wasn’t too bad, but such inalternativeness, which in real life was indistinguishable from their imagination, was an expression of their unrighteous morality. And that’s why all of this first or last should have led and led to the global catastrophe that destroyed that civilization. In other words the knowledge and skills they possessed were like matches or live cartridges, which do modern children sometimes play with.

And in our civilization telepathy and imagination having power over events are the property of not many. But a conceptual system, ability to develop one’s standards of thinking and speech are the possessions of everyone. And though they greatly yield to imagination and telepathy in packing the information, they have another advantage. They separate one’s imagination from imagination of other people and from aggregors. And this assists people to learn how to model multiversion current of events outside the process of influence aggregors and their imaginations on events in life. And they should include their imagination to ruling the current of events only having chosen the best variant from their point of view. Thus, the Russians think, the inalternativeness of life’s events following the unrighteous imagination is eliminated. And people recomprehending their morality help the moving of civilization along the God’s Predetermination Matrix to the side of objective righteousness.

– I’ve heard such thought somewhere else, - Holmes said aloud. - Oh yes, of course, in Spain from Mr. Verov. Aren’t you acquainted with him by chance, Grisha?

– No, I don’t know Mr. Verov, Mr. Holmes. Today there are many books devoted to the history of Atlantis in Russia, and this information exists in many sources. That’s not the point. The main is: though the conceptual system in modern civilization is developed and modelling in many branches of science proceeds on its basis, you will find a description of concept as of thinking category nowhere. What is “a concept”? - Not a single article from great amount of encyclopaedia explains. There are many abstruse unintelligible terms in them, but all this can’t be understood identically.

And this is a great danger for all the civilization. If things were in other way the biblical civilization would create neither atomic nor hydrogenous weapon. Probably there would be no atomic power plants and the mankind could found alternative sources of energy. In modern Russia there are people who have realized the problem, as the main threat to the mankind, and have already solved it. At the Internet site mentioned by Russians (www.dotu.ru) there are several works devoted to this problem. I’ll name the one: “On Imitating and Instigating Activities”. There is a special chapter that is called: “About concepts, world-understanding, mutual understanding” [82].

What concerns the talk between Swami and the Russians, I can tell only about my observations of their dialogue. It was a very interesting dialogue not in words but in gazes. It means that the talk was going as on two levels: on the first visible one they told about usual things. Swami in details said about lives of two of them, different domesticities, work and their passions. And everything was true, as they confessed later. But when the third had asked to speak about his life, Swami answered that it wasn’t really important for him, and that he should occupy himself with the work he was occupied all the time. Then he said that the work was very important and asked others to help the third. In the end of talk he promised to help the third too and to be always near. Sometimes Swami silenced for a minute and intently looked the third in the eye and he answered Swami the same. When we got out the temple I asked the third: what could their strange significant silence mean? And he answered me:

«We’ve told not with our tongues but with eyes. One can transfer much more information in visual images than in words, and it takes less time to make it. One can remember any painting in a museum in a minute, but an hour wouldn’t be enough to retell its contention. I loaded to him in images what I knew myself; he too sent me something on level of images. But we had known for long time what he told us, and what we had brought was quite new for him. It can change much from what is happening today in India and the world. Because Sai Baba, or precisely somebody using him forms here in Puttaparthi a new world religion, which would absorb all the best from other religions but would never abandon the worst from all of them: from atheism that is necessary condition of crowd-“elitism” stability in society. Grisha, I’m sure that Sai Baba is a kind man and he truly wishes people well. But he himself is a prisoner of the ashram, of the temple, and primarily of that ancient aggregor, which is used to maintain the stability of Indian society crowd-“elitism”. Grisha, agree that it’s really quite difficult to keep the crowd in exaltation for dozens of years. The tandem of brothers Strugatskys called this process so: “It’s hard to be a god”, as I remember. But I would add: If you don’t know who and what for appointed you to play a god on the Earth».

Having finished his retelling Grisha silenced for a while, as if he was reflecting upon whether to continue the topic or tell of problems connected with his own life in India.

– It was at a turning point that time; I couldn’t decide completely whether to stay here or to leave. At first the guests from Petersburg called me to return to Russia, but after I shared my opinion about the essence of what was going here they considered that I was better to stay in the ashram. Because neglecting the total worship, from their point of view Swami seemed to be very lonely, and he probably needed a help of some close friend. Really, feelings I have to Swami are even more lofty that to my parents.

Grisha silenced again and looked at Holmes absently as if trying to summon an image of Sai Baba.

– But what were the questioned asked by Russians that Sai Baba rejected to answer in women’s presence?

– They wanted to ask about who was the true initiator of the submarine “ Kursk ” wreckage, which stroke the world on August 12, 2000. They had been told that Swami was able to show it creating something like a virtual TV-set. But during the conversation they abandoned this idea; may be because he answered very dimly on their questions about the Universe structure. They had the harmonious theory about it, which they considered to be known to ancient Egyptian and Indian zhretses. May be they tried to check their theory, but they explained to me, that even if Sai Baba had known it he wasn’t able to retell it and moreover on an alien language. Probably that system of knowledge is thus closed from people not privy to it. I can only witness for that in the end of discussion Swami was much more interested in his guests than they in him. And for a farewell Swami told that Russians would help India to wake up and India would follow Russia.

– And what did the Russians tell concerning the “picnics”?

– They explained that the problem was not what was painted at them, but in the morality of those, who interpreted the symbolic pictures of the “picnics”. Little by little I began to understand that in the case of the wreck of submarine “ Kursk ” they worried even not because the fact of such perfidy, though they thought that “ Kursk ” was sunk by torpedoes of the USA ’s NS. They worried whose insane will or insouciant automatic execution of duties had brought the world before the nuclear war. In their opinion, not a single country (and the USA as well) has a right to unleash nuclear war, which would mean the ruin of the whole civilization. And that’s why they had a strong conviction that the USA would be punished stronger that one could imagine. And that retribution was somehow encoded in the third “picnic”. Surely when I had learned the “black Tuesday’s” events and the time of the first attack of the WTC I unwittingly returned to pictures of the third “picnic”. Moreover the Indian analytics were among the first who had noticed the symbolism of the number 11 connected with the kamikaze-planes. And what can you say, Mr. Holmes, about the catastrophes in New York and Washington?

– Now I would say only that the “picnics” strangely follow me all over the world. However, I’m not going to keep from you that I really occupy myself with them and have collected much interesting material. I hope that it directly concerns the solving of our riddle.

Holmes briefly narrated about his meeting in Switzerland, Spain and Egypt. Then he proceeded to India.

– In the last year in October the press wrote a lot about Russia ’s President Putin’s visit to India. I wonder if he was here, at Sai Baba. How do you think?

I can’t say precisely. However, according to many traces, he was. In India they know how to organize visits in such way that nobody would see anything. He surely was in Bombay, and Russian delegacies, which always were much in the ashram and that time they were seven, waited for their President impatiently. During the second meeting with the Russians Swami evaluated the Presidents Clinton and Eltsin with a single word: bad. When he had been asked about Putin he answered: very good. That’s why if Putin had wished to meet with Swami, such meeting could take place, though there was no official information about it in Indian press. But I think that something infiltrated through the cover of secrecy. Two months later I got a videocassette from Russia with the telecast “Puppets”, devoted to the secret visit of Putin to Sai Baba’s ashram.

– And what is “Puppets”, Grisha?

– It’s one of popular TV-shows in Russia, which is watched by near one hundred millions watchers every Sunday. It’s an analogue of French popular show “Guignols d’Info”. There, all the first persons of the state and other famous political figures appear as puppets and plots are every time taken from the Russian or foreign classics.

– In its matter it is right: statesmen are “clock-work puppets”, programmed by the official “Protocol” and professional duties. They stop to be puppets only after they have understood it. Then human relations with ordinary people, other politicians or journalists became more significant for them than official etiquette and hierarchy. Only after it the power can serve to everybody as it should: on the base of personal human relations in the sphere of ruling. As the Russians said, the epoch of “the Protocol” had ended and an epoch of business common to all mankind began. Now personal relations are more important than any official power. And the basis for it is the unity of emotional and notional soul system of everybody, which becomes common for different people.

– What does it mean, Grisha?

– The Russians explained me that the English-speaking countries found a common language also because their statesmen speak the same language. And they support the speech sense with similar images, which any mutual understanding is based on. It is that indeed, what you’ve met with during your short conversation with Sai Baba. In the form of images during the direct biofield change one, talking to another, can transfer much more information that with words. That’s why any discussion with a translator goes too hard. A translator as well as a statesman, who have different rank during the talks, is a peculiar person. He has his own images of any objective phenomena, which don’t coincide with images of another one in their nature as well as in order. And no matter how does a translator try to interpret a sense of chief’s words precisely. His images would differ from images of his chief: it’s so in the hierarchical society at least because a translator has no right to think so as his chief thinks. Since the same manner of thoughts is a direct infringement of official power of his chief usurpation.

Thus appears a break of unity of emotional and notional system of talks on any problem. Because any translator, who has his own peculiarity of imaginational concepts, which don’t coincide with his chief’s concepts, is “three’s a crowd”. The very Russian President Putin opens a new era of relations of statesmen, because his knowledge of English and German helps to supply the unity of emotional and notional sense of any even the most difficult talks.

– Grisha, and if they hadn’t used it earlier, in the past? Could it be a border between two epochs?

They used, but their aims were always defined by their morality. Remember, what did Thatcher said in 1984 after her meeting with Gorbachev: “I looked in his eyes and understood that it was possible to deal with him”. I think it was like a password-phrase for whole western “elite” and it could be interpreted in such way: “This man is ready to work for us”. Mr. Holmes, agree that Gorby’s measure of understanding was much lower than the measure of understanding of “iron lady”. And the same about Eltsin! One of Clinton ’s councillors announced publicly Clinton ’s words about Eltsin: “I prefer to deal with drunken Eltsin than with any of hundred millions of sober Russians who could have been at his place”, - it isn’t word for word, but the whole sense is clear. But in year 2000 the position changed. Sai Baba meant the very this thing when he evaluated Putin to be “very good”.

Though one can even thank Eltsin for that he broke “the Protocol” with his drunken tricks, thus clearing a way to the new epoch. Well, let’s return to the “Puppets”.

I don’t know whether it’s true or not, but people in some circles check the political course of the country with this show.

– And why did you decide that the show was devoted to visit to the ashram of Sai Baba?

– It would be easier to watch the cassette; but it is impossible here, as you see. Moreover, it wasn’t left to me. So I can only retell briefly the subject. After it you, Mr. Holmes, will decide by yourself how does the “Puppets” refer to President’s visit to the ashram of Sai Baba.

The plot is that Putin gathers his official family: the Prime Minister Kasyanov, the head of President’s administration Voloshin, Minister of Defence Sergey Ivanov, who took up a post of the President of the Security Council in the last year during Putin’s visit to India, and another unfamiliar puppet. And he poses a problem: “I need to visit Shambala, everybody hut on national clothes!” Everybody is dressed in the same white clothes as we are; but Prime Minister Kasyanov in the national Russian clothes - Russian shirt and boots. When Putin asks what the problem is, he answers that he doesn’t wish to wear drawers. Indeed white shirt and trousers that everyone wears in the ashram looks similar to after bath’s clothes of Russian men. Thus firstly Kasyanov and then the head of administration Voloshin, who has come being drunken, become fired from Putin’s party. It means that there are two evident signs showing that it’s told not about preparations to visit a mythical Shambala but the real ashram of Sai Baba. Here all men wear white clothes and a strict prohibition to smoke and drink alcohol drinks.

– I have felt it myself, - Holmes noticed. - But the strange thing, we’ve been here for two days but I don’t want to smoke. I even think about giving up this pernicious habit.

– It’s all about the general atmosphere of striving to health, which appears to be a special cult here, - explained Grisha. - And if you spend here a month or two you’ll give up smoking without great efforts. Well, only three persons including Putin left in the group of the candidates for visiting the ashram. In other words a certain analogy with September visit of the three Russians, I’ve already told of, appeared. Then go the frames where Putin’s party meet the puppet of the main Russian jester and leader of the liberal-democratic party (LDPR) Zhirinovsky, who imitates a cobra charmer. The cobra tries to bit Putin, but Sergey Ivanov protects him with his body and dies. Here I should draw your attention, Mr. Holmes, to the associations referred to the already known Conception of Social Security, which Russian abbreviation is COBa. But as those Russians have told me, some figures from LDPR [83] wishing to limit the conception activity to the Russian borders added a letter “R” to the abbreviation COBa and get COBRa instead. They explained that “R” as “ Russia ”. It was made intentionally to associate the negative Zhirinovsky’s image with the conception. As I think, the authors of the show know the COBa and thus express their negative attitude to it. Moreover from that light humoristic episode one can understand that the President’s “tutors” are worried that Putin can connect with the COBa.

After it according to the plot Putin and the accompanying puppet meet Solzhenitsyn (I think you know what hopes were pin on him by the West in the past). The three of them take part in the ritual that you’ve seen today in the temple before Sai Baba’s appearance - they cry “Ho-o-u-um!” After it Putin disappears. Solzhenitsyn stays alone and says the significant phrase: “How could it be, I’ve been sitting for half a year and he’s got it at once!” After this phrase we here got an impression that somebody of the scenario writers knew about Putin’s visit to Sai Baba’s ashram. As you have assured, one can be invited from the first only if he meets certain conditions and rules, which are quite difficult to be followed. However even I got know of them only after two years in the ashram from the representatives of the Conception of Social Security. And those six women and two men whom Swami rejected to see the second time had lived here waiting for an audience for half a year as well.

– And you, Grisha, do you consider Putin to know about the conception? - Holmes asked a question.

– For me it’s difficult to suppose, since I haven’t been in Russia for a long time. But the Russians stayed here think that everybody in the senior government is acquainted to the materials of the conception. The question is in their attitude to it. Mr. Holmes, having visited different countries you could become assured that even in that places people knew about it; and the questions raised by it are serious enough. I’ve read the literature attendant to the conception, which consists of more than thirty titles; I looked to the site www.dotu.ru - Everything is very serious and sound but… it doesn’t fit in the existing stereotypes of apprehending the surrounding world, which have formed on the basis of the biblical conception. Putin’s “tutors” call “deadmen” those who have understood the new conception and tries to actualise it. They don’t like the literary-epic name of the Conception of Social Security - “Dead Water”. By on Russian there is a peculiarity. Deadman - is “мертвяк”, but the Water is “мёртвая”. These two words “мЕртвая” and “мЁртвая” are distinguished well by their pronunciation. However, they are written nearly similarly. The only difference is two dots above «Ё».

Grisha wrote letters «ё» and «e», and seeing Holmes’s misunderstanding explained.

– Remove two dots above letter «i» and «j» in English hand-written text, and you’ll read them as «y» [84]. Here too the problem concerns two dots. As I know today in Russia the real war has unleashed: if to leave or remove the letter «ё» from the Russian alphabet. I hadn’t understood the causes of frantic zeal of both sides for long time, until I told with the guests from Petersburg. The matter is whether to save or to reduce the expressive meanings of the language. Agree that even in English earlier there were more letters and each of them was significant. But now, for example, the letters «?» and «?» both are written as «th». And hence there is no unambiguity in reading them. The same is in Russian: the alphabet before Peter the Great consisted of 46 letters and now - after the Revolution of 1917 - only of 33.

Well, let’s return to the “Puppets”. The extremely straightforward logic, which in my opinion expressed in showing the puppet of the President of the Security Council “bit” by cobra, in the notification system opposing to COBa means: Sergey Ivanov is ineligible for using within the biblical conception. And if to analyse materials of the Russian press and television it’s easily seen how much money is spent to any nonsense and rubbish for make a reader and watcher not to think about anything serious. It means that mass media, as it is, creates something like interference or “white noise” which prevents from distinguishing the “valuable signal”, i.e. the information, necessary for taking the only right decision. However, it isn’t because of good life, but because today in Russia it is very hard not to notice the conception alternative to the biblical one, because it isn’t a figment of imagination of some group of people, who realizes some public initiative. It is an objective need of the new informational state, in which has the whole society found itself after September 11, 2001. Nevertheless the COBa’s enemies can do nothing but pretend not to notice its existence. Though, it couldn’t last for long. Longer mass media cover it up higher rises the “water” and more it presses the “elite”. And those, whom the “elite” considers to be a crowd, will make sure more and more stronger of viciousness of the “elite” that constantly looses its authority. This will make plain people think by themselves. It’s the main condition of transformation a crowd into a nation.

– You, Grisha, say about it so surely that a question arises unintentionally whether you join the very that “public initiative”, which calls itself the Internal Predictor of the USSR?

– It surely gratifies me that I hear such an evaluation from you, Mr. Holmes, but it isn’t so. And I say so surely because I myself passed through all the stages: from the primary aversion of the culture, I was born in, via the recomprehension the personal stereotypes formed by this culture, and to looking for the alternative to it. I wouldn’t say it was easy. I came even here as a result of unconscious search of an alternative to the biblical culture. I found a peace of mind for some time here. But later I understood that it had been a peace of zombie, and it is more dangerous than the life in Russia I fled from.

– What is the danger you see?

– The fascism.

– Sorry, do you want to say that fascism can appear in India?

– Everything depends on what is understood under “fascism”. Today the question about a threat of “fascism” as a rule is mostly led to ideas of national or racial oneness and intolerance; to real or supposed encroachments on the rights of minority groups and diasporas; and also to symbolism and phraseology of “fascism” inherited from Germany and Italy. However, Indian Vedantic (or Vedic) culture is elder than Ancient Egyptian culture, which gave birth to the biblical culture. And in Vedantic culture the both symbols, which followers in last decades are blamed for fascism, exist: David’s star (Zionic fascism) as well as fylfot (national-socialism of Germany and neonazis from different countries who copy it).

Besides, a word-combination “little people” is typical for all crowd-“elitist” societies as an antonym to other combinations - “best people”, “noble people”. As I could make sure the Indian caste system hasn’t disappeared. It was only put into fine-looking attractive form, like slavery in the biblical civilization. I hope, Mr. Holmes, that you paid your attention to almost three million strong part of India ’s population, which is called “little people”? Did you pay attention that they didn’t demand anything? During many generations they were convinced that it is determined from above, that they just were unlucky in those lives but if they were obedient they would be born in another caste. But even others, who don’t join the caste of “little people”, consider it to be quite normal. It’s interesting that when your ancestors had come to India they couldn’t find an analogical word to name the Indian “lowest caste”. They became to call them in their own way: “little people”, though higher castes of Indian society called them otherwise: “non-existing people”. And this is one of the signs showing that the Indian caste system, which has been existing de-facto for many centuries, as it is, is one of the oldest forms of fascism on the Earth.

Grisha, honestly, it is quite unexpected conclusion. As I know the word “fascism” origins from the Latin “fascia”, which meant a bunch of rods tied round a strap and having an axe in its middle. In Ancient Rome fascias were at first a symbol of Emperor’s power, then a symbol of power of supreme state officials - so-called “magistrates”. “Lictors” - servants and bodyguards of magistrates - carried fascias of their masters. In the modern history “fascism” as a social phenomenon became famous in Italy. Indeed, it was born there on the basis of protestant emotions of many “little people”, who in the society of “freedom” of personal initiative had become oppressed by the individualism of big and very big oligarchs [85] that abused different powers at their own discretion. Since such protesting movement was created in Italy, its ideologist had pretensions on the heritance of former greatness and power of Roman Empire. And they expressed those pretensions in choosing the roman fascia as a symbol of unity of “little people” for protecting their lives from oppression of “big people” - oligarchs. Thus fascia gave a name to “fascism”, which at first was a protestant movement headed by the leader of “little people” [86] against the oligarchy. But I see neither oligarchs nor leaders, and the main, nor striving of “little people” to unite against invisible or “non-existing” oligarchs.

– And I firstly told the same objections to my friends from Petersburg when they had indicated on the Indian fascism, Mr. Holmes. The fascism indeed is considered to be a misanthropic ideology, but you wouldn’t find such an ideology here. Moreover all spiritual practices, there is a great many of them in India, outwardly are aimed at man’s perfection. But look at the reality, think what possibilities to become humans do these three millions have? Here they value plants and animals higher than men; they adore every bush, every tree; if the road is built and there is a tree on the way - the road will go around and nobody has a right to damage it. But at once nobody notices the “non-existing” third of population of the huge and fabulously rich country. In India the organized crime nearly doesn’t occur, though East, West and Russia are infected with it. Look at policemen: whether they wear too much weapon and armour? They have only a stick or rod, but… the order is perfect! The West cannot but envy. Why? - Because the society is strictly stratificated and so it evolves during many millennia. What can these pitiful unhappy “little people” steal one from another? - A piece of polyethylene, a stone to make a fireplace near a runoff ditch? And transfer from one caste to another is impossible.

Fascism really works for unification of a society and seek after maintenance of its stability in the succession of generations. However it is unification of a society into a system, where certain conflicts between members of the society fallen into fascism and conflicts between the fascism in whole and some people can occur; thus it possesses a certain peculiarity. The principles of fascistic unification of a crowd-“elitist” society into an entire system are directed to excluding formation and possibility to work of any off-site factor, which is able to undermine the fascistic stability: wash it out during more or less long time or immediately (to historical measure) completely ruin it. As we can see there are no condition for formation and activity of any off-site factor, which is able to undermine the fascistic stability, in Indian society. We deal with the complete fascism; with the purified fascism, refined of any ideological form; with the fascism as a peculiar system and culture, which prevent the formation of humaneness in the society.

And here one should understand that fascism doesn’t appear as a result of some coup d’Etat, when a group of extremists gets the power with force or comes to power during the democratic elections after what it created a “fascistic dictatorship”. The whole society falls into fascism slowly and unnoticeably, under certain circumstances probably specially created. Unfortunately it is so, Mr. Holmes, because the essence of fascism is not any ideology, violence or meaning to execute the power. Its essence is that “little people” actively support the system of abusing the power by “elitist” oligarchy, which presents the unrighteousness to be a “true righteousness”. And on this basis perverting people’s morality they cultivate the unrighteousness in the society and prevent people to become humans.

But look at the fascism which is known by historical experience of Nazi Germany and which became a cultic model for “neo-fascists” as well as for “anti-fascists” of different countries. Within the aforesaid understanding of the essence of fascism in spite of forms and meanings of its expression, that fascism appears to be a caricature freak-fascism. And it was artificially and intentionally grown to be surely unable to function, for attracting as much attention as possible by its horrors; and thus to divert the society’s attention and powers from the formation of much more capable fascism, which will be if not hopeless then near to the hopelessness of the global inferno.

– Interesting, -Holmes noticed. - I hear this word the second time for my trip. On Latin it means something like hell, but you Russians read into it some sense that is far from theology or mysticism but very actual in life.

– Ivan Antonovich Efremov’s novel “Bull’s Hour” can give rather good answer on your questions. I don’t know if there is translation in English. But you should know that in Russia for nearly thirty years the worldview of several generations is formed - if it isn’t for whole youth, then at least for its most active part. In the novel it’s told about the poem of Dante, who created the gloomy picture of multi-stage inferno and explained the terrible essence of the name “inferno” - its inescapable hopelessness. And earlier only occultists understood it.

The concept of inferno in the best way explains the essence of refined fascism, to the sources of which we paid our attention. Hence I try to briefly retell certain theses of that, what was very precisely formulated by Ivan Efremov - geologist, palaeontologist, biologist and historian at the same time.

First, he considered that the notorious natural selection is the most glaring example of the infernality, in which the evolution follows the single direction - the direction of greatest freedom, independency from environment. With all this a multiplication of immature, a hypertrophy of sameness, like sand in a desert, a break of originality and unique preciousness because of countless repeats happen. So going through the trillions of transformations from unknown sea creatures to thinking organisms the animal life was in inferno for billions of years of geological history.

Second, he rightly thought that human as thinking creature is trapped in double inferno - for body and for soul. At first a man thought that he saves from all life’s problems by escaping to nature. Thus ware created tales about pristine heaven - biospherically harmonious civilization without mechanics and machinery, which even today our “greens” dream of returning to. Inferno for the soul is the primordial instincts, a trap, which an individual holds himself captive in thinking that he keeps his individuality, but really he stops his development at the animal level, or at the level of zombie or demon, closing for himself thus the way to humaneness. With the development of mighty state apparatuses of power and oppression, with the strengthening of nationalism, with strictly closed border, infernos also began to be created in society. Any imperfect social system aims to self-isolation protecting its structure from contacts with other systems. Obviously, only an “elite” of any society was able to save the imperfection. And for this it primarily created the segregation under any pretext - national, religious etc. - to turn the life of its people into the vicious circle of inferno, to separate it from other world. That’s why the infernality was always “elitist” clans’ handwork. Ivan Antonivich warned the mankind not to let the world power of oligarchy - the main source of fascism. If it happens, over our planet will be shut down the lid of total hopelessness of infernal existence under the thumb of absolute power armed with the whole might of terrible weapon and same-murderous science. And nobody and nothing will help, because it will be impossible to escape from the circle of infernality, where only animals and its varieties - zombies and demons - will come into the world under the blind instinct of reproduction and species saving.

And in that philosophical-political novel, Mr, Holmes, there is a place where the author, though not mentioning India, tells about the culture, in which people with their strong feelings, memory and ability to understand the future have already realized that as any earthly creature they from their birth are doomed to death. And the question for them is only the time of execution and the suffering they are to bear. And the higher, purer, generous is an individual - the greater measure of suffering will be given to him by the “lavish” nature and the social being. And are there no pure and generous men between three million of “little people”? But the “lavish” nature and the “social being” have forever given them the full measure of suffering, which neither they nor surrounding people notice. And where is the exit from this real and not literary inferno?

– Sorry, Grisha, but I think that you lay it on thick, when speaking about India. It seems to me that you had a dream about “Indian fascism”.

– It isn’t so, Mr. Holmes. Being a Russian I like India with all my heart. And I spent the three years not only in the ashram of Sai Baba. You’ve lived in Bombay for two days. Did you turned the TV on?

– Yes, Grisha, I did. I changed the programmes: there were more than 80 channels and everywhere they sing, play Indian musical instruments, dance folk dances. What is bad? The national culture is protected. In many western rather difficult to understand where are you - the single American standard.

– I also don’t admire the western culture, but it reflects the real life somehow. But one cannot know the life of India by its films. And the Western critics created a popular formula of estimating the Indian cinema: “There are good films, bad films and Indian films”. But in the reticence it is the West’s self-estimate of its inability to understand the real aims of the Indian cinematograph. However, only the film studio of Bombay makes more than eight hundreds films a year - true Bollywood, as it is said here.

– And what do you think to be the main goal of the Indian cinema, Grisha?

– I think that cinematograph is the basis of religion in India. When we discussed the absence of the category “concept” in the Ancient Atlantis we didn’t raised the questions of religion and worldview. One can say that the origins of Indian cinema culture lay in the Ancient Atlantis. And the modern Hollywood is a pitiful imitator of the Indian cinematograph. Look at American films - a simple row of images, bright and catchy, but not a single thought, not a concept, not a dialog touching a people’s soul. Ask any spectator, who has exited from the cinema after an American film, what did its character speak of? He will look t you as if you are mad and answer that American guys don’t speak but act. The same is happening in the Indian cinema, but there are more exquisite images, more colours, dances, and music. I.e. it’s the well-designed languages of images. And it’s not surprising that many people look at Yankees like at rich monkeys. India in Indian films is like a peculiar advertisement - charming-beautiful, musical and full of puritanical love. But the saddest is that many people, and not only in India, like this “cinema- ersatz-life”. And now compare what you’ve seen in the real life with the cinema and with what has Efremov written about the inferno. You will understand that “I didn’t dream of Indian fascism”.

At this moment somebody knocked the door and Prakash appeared.

– Sorry, Mr, Holmes, for I’m late. There are only two flights from Puttaparthi to Bombay a week - on Wednesday and Sunday. And you are to be in London on October 13. I was trying to get know about the variants with train or car trips, when in the ashram administration I was secretly told that today in the morning a plane with some delegation had come from Bombay. It will fly back at four p.m. After I had shown the requisites of our firm they promised to take us on board, if the administration would not object. I’ve just get the permission and immediately ordered you a ticket for the flight “ Bombay - Frankfurt am Main - London ” that takes off at two a.m. October 13. I hope that everything goes all right and you will land in Heathrow on Saturday morning. We have two hours before leaving for the airport.

– Thank you that everything goes so well, Prakash. And does your brother really live in Russia?

– Yes, Mr. Holmes, he really lives in Russia and occupies the tourist business. My elder brother went to Switzerland long ago and successfully works in the field of medicine. Our father dreamt that the middle brother lived and worked in Switzerland too since he had got the medical education as well. But our family had a protector - our teacher - who especially liked my middle brother. He recommended him strongly to live and work in Russia after his studies would have been finished.

– It’s interesting, Prakash. Why even in Russia, if the life in Switzerland was much more calm and rich?

– He told that in the next century all the important events would happen in Russia, and in Indian they should understand what would really happen there.

– And has your teacher ever been in Russia?

– No, but he has always said well about this country and told that Russia will show the true way to India.

– And how long have you brother being lived in Russia?

– For more that ten years. His children have grown up there; they study in some Russian school. And when they come with their parents for holidays I see that in spite of their Indian appearance they are Russians by their way of thinking, behaviour and habits.

– And what is to be a Russian? Prakash, what do you think?

– Oh, Mr. Holmes, we’ve told much about it with my brother. Russia is a multinational state and he visited many of its regions. He understood who were Georgians, Tatars, Armenians, Uzbeks and even Hebrews. However he used to complaint to our teacher, when he had been alive yet, that he wasn’t able to understand who were Russians. The teacher calmed him and promised that one day he would meet a man in Russia and he would explain who Russians were. But to be able to understand his easy explanations my brother was to speak Russian very well. The teacher even described how that man would look. My brother was always looking for him. And when my brother had come on holidays last year we noticed that he had greatly changed. I can hardly explain what changed particularly, because it didn’t refer to his appearance. It was inner changes. That time he at the first time told that he had understood who Russians were. All of us asked him to tell how had it happened and if he had really met the man described by our teacher.

– One day, - he began his story, - I travelled on a train from Moscow to Petersburg. And a man looked like that whom our teacher had given notice of travelled in the same roomette. I was anxious and wanted to talk to him very much to check the predictions given to me. However I didn’t know how to start the conversation for a long time. Evidently he felt it and talked first. After some time when our discussion had become quite easy I asked him the disturbing question. He smiled and answered that everything was very easy, because I understood Russian though I was an Indian. He asked me to listen thoroughly the combinations of words he was going to pronounce. I concentrated and he started to pronounce very distinctly. - (Here my brother began speaking the Russian language and then translated with the explanation). - Армянский человек, французский человек, татарский человек, американский человек, чеченский человек, еврейский человек, - and at last after a pause he slowly pronounced: русский человек [87]. After his words it naturally became clear for me, who Russians were, and I told about it to my neighbour. “What have you understood?” - he asked me. And I answered: “Russians is the future name of the whole humanity”. “Do you see how easy it all is?” - he said and added: “Dostoevsky tried to tell the world about it more than hundred years ago. But only few understood him that time, because the concept of mutual enclosing of phenomena and processes was not developed yet. Russian is the enclosing concept concerning other nations. That’s why the mind takes easy such concepts as (here he spoke the Russian again): “русский американец”, “русский немец” and even “русский китаец” [88]. But it would surely be nonplussed seeing the senseless combination: “американский русский”, “немецкий русский”, “китайский русский” [89]. And the matter is not in population of this or that nation, but in the fundamentally new concept, which encloses all the nations. And Russian “nationalism” is so “dangerous” not because it really exists, but because in perspective it’s able to unite all the nations according to the completely different moral principles, which would be alternative to ones dominating today in the biblical culture.

– And what else did you brother tell about Russia? How do you think what has Sai Baba meant when he spoke about a need to help your brother in affairs of Russia and India? - Holmes asked.

– The matter concerned some conception, alternative to the Bible. Brother told that they discussed it about all night long. That Russian left him some books and promised to help with mastering the new conception.

– And did your brother tell about this conception?

– Yes, he tried, but that time I didn’t understand everything, because he told quickly and was very anxious. If I’m right it was told there about some new credit-financial system, in which should not be the speculative market of securities; should not be the predatory extortionate loan interest, with the help of which all countries of the third world and India as well had become entirely dependent on International Monetary Fund. The new morality and the new credit-financial system begotten by it will form the new economy. In it the demographically grounded needs (food, clothes, habitation, education) will be satisfied primarily, and the degraded parasitic ones (luxuries, all kinds of drugs including alcohol and tobacco) will be satisfied on the residual principle - in contrary to the modern civilization where the demographically grounded needs are thus satisfied.

In other words the change of priorities will happen, and this will be the first sign of the new conception establishment. He also told much about the informational war, waged by the West against Russia. And he showed his certainty that Russia didn’t lose the war having lost the single important battle. It simply carried the confrontation to the certain higher generalized means of ruling. He spoke about six generalized informational means of ruling and weapon [90]. But I can’t retell it.

– Thank you, Prakash. I’ve known about these six generalized means of ruling from the note about Zbignev Brzezinski’s book “The Grand Chessboard”. That Russian in the train told you brother that Russian had lost to the West one battle of the information war, but hadn’t lost the war itself. Can you say precisely, what did he mean? I tried to investigate this question after I had read the two analytical notes translated in English and placed at the site that Grisha told about. Unfortunately, I got a distressing result for Russia. May be I had not enough information, but for the world in whole it’s very important on what language does the information come to a man, never mind what generalized means of ruling is meant. For instance we are the representatives of three different nations but use English. During this voyage I communicated with the Spanish, Egyptians, French, Russians, Germans and everywhere the language was the same - English. I agree that the biblical civilization has generated the technologies, which are far from perfection but nonetheless they spread all over the world and every country tries to get them at first. But all their technical descriptions are in English. All computer software and thus the international net - Internet - is in English too. And not more than three hundred million people speak the Russian language, which the new conception is developed on. How are the Russians going to solve the problem of the communication language?

– I’m ready to help Prakash to answer this question if he doesn’t object, - Grisha entered the conversation.

– Of course, I don’t. I’m sure that even my brother wouldn’t be able to answer your question, Mr. Holmes.

– Mr. Holmes, you quite rightly paid attention to the technologies, - Grisha began his explanations. But working out any technologies is the duty of sciences, which are secondary to the fundamental ones. And all fundamental sciences are secondary to the most fundamental one: philosophy. And it isn’t surprising that we have the modern technocratic civilization based on the biblical worldview, which is supported by the modern western philosophy. So indeed both the conceptual and terminological systems are expressed in English that appears to be a symbiosis of Ancient Greek and Latin, which the first copies of the Bible were written on. And if we follow this way we’ll change the cause and the reason. But where on can get know of the Russian worldview and philosophy? All our leontyevs, solovyevs, berdyaevs, fyodorovs and many others just tried to criticize or retell works of western philosophers on Russian. And it turned out that there was no world understanding in certain words expressing the worldview of the civilization, which name was enclosing towards any nation, on the language of this civilization. As I could understand in the end of the second millennia the Russian worldview and philosophy, as the basis of the coming new civilization, must have appeared and appeared. I don’t know how much time it would take. But the one is undoubted: they will certainly generate the new fundamental as well as applied sciences, because in the new philosophy the main question is at first time put in the right way: “What for the science should be?” In the western philosophy supporting the biblical worldview that question was put otherwise: “What science should be?” Within such setting of the question about the role of science in the society, the question about the morality of these or those technologies even doesn’t exist. Mr., Holmes, as soon as you read somewhere in the western presses instead of the question “How to live?” the question “What for to live?” you will know: the water of the new conception, alternative to the biblical one does its do on the West too. And since the new worldview and the new philosophy it expressing exist on the Russian language, some concepts just can’t be expressed in English. So everyone will be to master the language of the coming global civilization - the Russian. And the new informational state, which the society entered into since the middle of the 20th century, will help it.

Mr. Holmes, you should agree with me, that if you had spoken Russian you would have found the answers for many questions just at yours sitting at the computer at the site www.dotu.ru. You shouldn’t have gone to the long voyage, which was interesting but nonetheless quite boring.

– Your version about the coming civilization and the role of the Russian language in it is worthy of notice, but I’d like to understand the essence of the new informational state, which I at the first time hear about.

– I have told much about the new informational state with the Russian in the last year. One time it came to the social behaviour logic change process. I didn’t understand everything at once. Then they told my one Sufi’s parable, which I have written down and translated on English. In my opinion it illustrates the informational state of the society of the beginning of the third millennium very expressively. But I think that you will easily find its original text, because its author - Idries Shah - lived in English for long time and he wrote for western readers.

While speaking Grisha searched his folder while not founded the necessary paper.

– Let me read it to you.

– Of course, please.

– The parable’s title can be translated as “When the waters are changing”. And I think it directly referred to the “Dead Water” - this name the Russians has given to the conception, alternative to the biblical one.

“There was a time when Hidr [91], Moses’ teacher, gave a warning to the mankind:

– The day will come, - he said, - when all the water in the world disappears, and none will rest but specially gathered. Then another water will appear and everybody who drinks it will become mad.

Just a single man understood the meaning of his words. He gathered a large amount of water and hided it in a safe place. After it he began to wait while the water would change.

In the day predicted all rivers ran dry, wells dried up too, and that man having gone to his refuge, began to drink the kept water.

When he saw out of his refuge that the rivers had started to flow again he came down to the men. He founded that they were thinking and speaking quite differently than earlier and that they remember neither what had happened to them, nor what they had been predicted of. When he tried to talk to them he understood that they considered him to be mad and show either compassion or hostility to him, but not understanding anyway.

At first he avoided the contacts with the new water and retuned to his supplies every day. But then he finally decided to drink the new water, because his behaviour and way of thinking marked him out and made his life unbearably lone. He drank the new water and became as all others. At the same time he completely forgot of the stores of another water. And the people surrounding him began to look at him as if he had been a madman but had wonderfully recovered from his insanity”.

Grisha finished reading. Holmes and Prakash were abstracted and kept silence.

– If you didn’t object I could give the proper commentaries to the parable, - Grisha interrupted their thoughts.

– Well, of course, - Holmes answered. - It’s interesting.

– According to opinion of my Russian friends, - Grisha started, - this allegorical story has gone through ages not occasionally. But within the imaginary fabulous reality one sometimes understands it like the “transmutation” of the natural water, not of some another water possessed by the society, which by its qualities in certain way appears to be similar to the natural water of the Earth. Such analogue of the water in the society is the culture - all the genetically unheritable information, handed down from generation to generation in their succession. The material artefacts and cultural objects are the expression of the psychical culture at that. And every stage of development of the psychical culture (world-sensation culture, thinking culture, culture of comprehension the happening events) precedes the corresponding stages of the development of substantial culture, which expresses the men’s psychical activity and the dominating structure of psyche.

The Sufi of the Old Days could get a prevision about the qualitative change of the culture in the “beyond-lexical” subjective images, and thus he get ideas of both “water” types in the subjective-image-bearing form. But if he had tried to tell everything literally, he would have been hardly understood unambiguously by his contemporaries, who had not but the subjective-image-bearing idea of the “water” (culture, morality and ethics), which they were living in; and they would hardly have saved this prediction through ages. But the tale being a fable about wonderful unknown and strange things has survived for many generations.

Evidently, that for a man, who lives in one type of culture, to find himself suddenly in another qualitatively different type of culture means to look mad and evoke the “hostility” or compassion. The society, living within another culture, itself will be a mental hospital at large for the one, who will have suddenly appeared in it. His relations with the society will become harmonious, only after he joins to the new culture and the new “water” becomes the basis of his social “physiology”.

– It is a very interesting analogy, Grisha, - Holmes noticed. - As I see you have prepared to the new informational state not badly and the new water has become a part of the new culture to you.

– Yes, Mr. Holmes, but it took me about a year. And I’ll say more: it was the most difficult year of my life, since I was to recomprehend everything that was so familiar and comfortable.

– And has the life become easier after it?

– No, it hasn’t. May be it has become even more difficult, but nevertheless much more interesting, because the goals have possessed the stability and determinacy.

– And why don’t you return to Russia? There you have “confederates”, as I’ve understood.

– It is the most difficult question for me. Yes, I would like to return to Russia, and nobody would be able to keep me here. My parents wait me. But I’ve got call of duty not of my nature before, which nobody but my conscience obliges to. If the state had given me this mission I wouldn’t have done a tenth part of what I have voluntarily done. I had big money and big possibilities to get material welfare, but I hadn’t the emotional equilibrium. Three years ago I came here to get the inner peace and got it as it seemed to me at first. But later something unable to tell became to happen with me. I can’t but tell a certain analogy. Has it ever happen to you, Mr. Holmes: that you sleep and see a wonderful dream, sometimes you wake up but with the only wish to return to the magnificent dream as quickly as possible? And when you can’t do it the irritation arises in your mind. If it happened to you, you would understand me. And I lived with it until the visit of the Russians from Petersburg. Yes, I woke up and saw the imperfection of the real life. Sometimes I wish I returned to the wonderful dream I have lived in for about two years; sometimes I become irritated, but I restrain it and continue doing my new do. I have got a new circle of friends. Many coming Russians leave as if they have woken from deep dream and become somebody else. And I will stay here until appears another one equal to me or better than me, able to give people to drink the new water. And it doesn’t matter what is his nationality: I’m completely agree with Prakash’s brother.

– I’m sincerely glad for you, Grisha. And thank you for explaining me many things. But there is a question about Russia that makes me worry.

– I don’t know whether I can answer you. However your true interest to Russia is undoubted, hence I’m ready to help you.

– There is much unclear in the history of Russia. Why people in this country leap to everything new so easily, and then leave it as a useless mistake with the same easiness? Doesn’t it say about the light-mindedness of Russians?

– It’s amazing, but the same question troubled me for long as well. I couldn’t formulate it as neatly as you, but I told about this topic with the guests from Petersburg and asked them to express their opinion about this problem. From their point of view the Russian regional civilization for long time played the role of the system with regenerative feedback with respect to the global civilization. Of course if one looks on it from the positions of the regional West civilization world understanding.

– Is it something from cybernetics?

– No, it’s from mathematical theory of control and the sufficiently common control theory. According to it if a perturbance with certain vibration frequency appears in such system, the vibration amplitude of the system will increase. And it may even be destroyed if the possessed perturbance isn’t removed. If the same signal (perturbance) is applied to a system with negative feedback the vibration amplitude will decrease, system will become stabilized and enter the equilibrium state.

– I haven’t caught how such system refers to Russia.

– The Russian civilization is the social system and the role of the possessing perturbing signal can play for instance the Christianity-the-result-of-history come from Byzantium. Or the Marxism, which was not only imposed to the Russian people, but also, in some measure, like the Christianity was at first adopted by the certain part of Russia’s population. And now try to imagine that neither ideology agreed with that what had always called the Providence in Russia. And so it goes that Russia as the system with regenerative feedback at first adopts such “perturbation” from outside, then carries it to an absurdity and finally throws it away for self-preservation.

– And how long could it last?

– While Russia begins to live in harmony with the God’s Providence the first in the global civilization. That’s its mission.

– And what about other civilization, the West for example?

– If to continue the analogy, - notice again: from the Western cultural norms position, - the West is a system with negative (degressive) feedback. It adapts itself to the control signal - “perturbation” - that contradicts the God’s Providence.

– And what is the mechanism of adapting to the unrighteous control signal?

– Remember the system of separation of powers, thanks to which the legislative, executive and judicial powers are isolated one from another. And on that basis well-intending officials of each of them try to suppress and compensate abuses of other powers. It helps partly decrease the amplitude of perturbances created by the unrighteousness of the conceptual power. And it is presented to the world as a stable system.

– And what is bad, why doesn’t Russian want to use the methods, which became steady on the West during ages.

– It tries. In Russia after August of 1991 they also spoke about the separation of powers. But every civilization has its own mission, within the talk about the God’s Providence. The matter is in righteousness. All problems of the Russian civilization are in it. And that’s why neither separation of powers is impossible in Russia. Moreover, any attempts to copy the Western examples in it will only aggravate the situation in Russia. Russians from the old days have called their land “Holy Russia”. And the pretensions oblige as well as noblesse do. And if somebody thinks that neither pretensions nor noblesse oblige him, they will kill him. That’s why the welfare in Russia is possible only with a righteous conceptual power, righteous ideological, legislative, executive and judicial powers and… if there were neither separation of powers but their interosculation and if representatives of each power supported work of others.

Grisha clenched his fist and showed that all kinds of power should work as a single whole in Russia. Then he finished:

– But if to look on the impossibility to create the separation of powers in Russia per western sample from the positions of the worldview that is freer that one, which dominates on the West, the Russia is the closing element of negative feedback of the whole mankind. In other words within the regional consideration level one see destructive regenerative feedback. But within the alternatively enclosing process, i.e. in the life of global civilization, it appears to be degenerative feedback, which doesn’t let the mankind come to the stability of unrighteous world order. And that’s the mission of Russia. I don’t know whether I have answered your question, Mr. Holmes, but I had been satisfied by such explanation.

– Well, there is something worth in it, - Holmes said thoughtfully and after a pause he continued.

– I had very strange trip. I gathered many interesting facts but it needs time to comprehend and methodise them. I’ve rather understood the main: Russians look on the world in some another way and approach to solving some problems quite differently than one on the West does. It’s interesting that in every country I’ve got copies of the Petersburg ’s paper “Chas Pick”, which is not a federal paper, as I know. What can it mean, Grisha?

– I don’t know, Mr. Holmes. I can only offer you another “Chas Pick” that will probably interest you.

After these words Grisha took a copy of the fourth page of “Chas Pick” №21 (73) of June 2, 1999, with a long article from his paper-case. Holmes was interested rather by photos than by the article itself. On the photos, or better to say collages, a panorama of New York, or precisely the part of Manhattan with still not destroyed twin-towers of WTC, was imposed on Petersburg ’s panorama.

– Grisha, please translate the title, - Holmes asked.

– “About Harm and Use of Mythology”, - Grisha translated.

– And author’s name?

– Constantin Zhukov.

– As I remember the history of WWII Marshall Zhukov succeeded to turn the war under Stalingrad and to conquer Berlin.

– Yes, Mr. Holmes. Georgy Constantinovich Zhukov, the Russian Marshall after my compatriots had rained curses on Stalin, personifies the turning point in the whole war: the defeat of Hitlerites under Moscow; defeat of German fascists under Stalingrad; as a result, he accepted the complete capitulation of the Third Reich in Potsdam under Berlin; and he leaded the Victory Parade. This all is a true, but far from whole true. There are powers in Russia that need the posthumous cult of thus mythologized person of Marshall Zhukov. While people believe in this and many other myths they will not be able to comprehend another more important true hidden beyond such myths: the true about the Revolutions in Russia, about the epoch of the first half of the 20th century in whole. And anyway this is not a myth, but the severe reality of nowadays.

– It seems strange, but we I told about the essence of mythology, about its “harm and use” with one Russian count in Liechtenstein two weeks ago. That time the matter concerned another world war - the informational one. Later in Madrid I talked with Russians and Spanish about aggregorial and matrix wars fought on the Earth since Atlantis. In Egypt I got know about the completely unusual aspect of activity of Russian poet Pushkin, whom some people in Russia concerned to be an heir of pharaoh Ehnaton and his follower Moses. And now in India I learn, how “the waters are changing”. If you don’t object, Grisha, I’d like to take a copy of the paper and the text of the parable.

– Yes, of course, Mr. Holmes. I’ve prepared it specially for you. It’s a dining time in the ashram. Let’s visit the canteen and it will be a time to leave.

They escaped the “WEST” block, where they had been placed. While going to the canteen they saw a large group of pilgrims standing under a tent.

– What are they waiting for? - Holmes asked.

– Fresh coconuts have been brought. You are welcome to taste one before the dinner - it slakes thirst well.

Holmes agreed mostly out of curiosity. They queued and saw how a swarthy and barefooted Indian took a nut from the heap, cut off the top with one precise strike of a big curved knife and gave it to a pilgrim. He took it with two hands, set a plastic tubule into the hole and slowly drank the liquid. To Holmes’s taste it was sour, cool and little bit tart.

After a vegetarian dinner in the ashram canteen Holmes and Prakash sincerely bade farewell to Grisha and went to the airport by taxi looking as a broken chariot. In the plane of 155 places there were not more than twenty passengers. The looked and told like well-to-do Americans. Surprisingly they behaved quite guardedly and made an impression to be members of some sect. Holmes sat near the window and was busy with his thoughts. He looked at the runway moving away and green hills divided into right squares.

Holmes almost didn’t get out his room after return to Bombay. Prakash called him two times and offered to walk around Bombay: to the seashore, to the Gandhi museum, to the local ashram of Sai Baba, But Holmes refused every time alleging tiredness and being busy. He was really busy - all day long sat at his notebook computer. He tried to remember all the details of the two previous days, because he knew that what seemed small and petty that time possibly would become extremely important for his investigation in a week, a month or a year. A floor-attendant brought coffee, tea, salads and sandwiches several times. Holmes ate everything not noticing the taste as if his gustatory sense had become dull. The evening Sun was lightening tops of palms in the inner-yard of the hotel when he finally stopped and read again his work file, which Watson in London had called “The Last Gambit”. Holmes was very surprised - whether it had passed little more than a day and night? He checked himself: on Wednesday at 14:00 he and Prakash had arrived to Puttaparthi and at 16:00 on Thursday he already had sat in the plane to Bombay. He asked a porter to wake him up at 23:00 and made himself to sleep.

Prakash drove him to the airport when the check-in was near to finish. Night Bombay was full of lights. Below Holmes lay the Indian Ocean, before him were Europe, Frankfurt am Main, and London. Holmes wrapped himself up in the woollen plaid and tried to sleep again. Then was a short stop in Frankfurt where Holmes had time to drink a cup of tea. And at 8:45 the plane landed in Heathrow quite on schedule. Holmes looked at his watch, which he had set to the Greenwich Time already in Frankfurt, and thought that Missis Hudson was finishing serving the table for breakfast. It was Saturday, October 13, 2001. Three weeks exactly passed since he had flown away from that airport to Zurich.