The enigmatic abductor

               
                Chapter 1.


       Her eyes just opened, it seems, by themselves, breaking the course of empty thoughts, which were ruminating in the sensitive morning sleep. Thoughts which had little important in itself, it is they are forcing her for a while to forget the reality which sometimes is hard to remember by those who is just waking up. The first moment of the stopping these thoughts and an indifference, it has changed by astonishment: during any part of second Inga has not understood but felt that this reality is going to be more than strange. In a strange and cramped interior the sun rays of morning struggled through stripy walls like tarpaulin one.
       Inga has stirred instinctively. A mild pain signaling from back, in a moment it has helped her to remember everything. The fate gave an unusual reversal: it flung her not from a nightmarish dream in the carefree reality, but quite the contrary. That, it seemed, which would be a dream, it declared itself clearly, pretending to the most real existence. That, what nobody would believe in, if to tell anyone, it turned out enough palpable.
      And the nature, it seemed, there was no way it wanted to admit the horror of her situation. A green forest was swarming with various life forms, filled up with joyful songs of the birds. It was as if all things on the outside wanted to congratulate and to welcome her and the fact that she is found in a captivity. Somewhere in secret nooks of her conscience she had discovered a treacherous thought: "And why do you actually grow hysterical? Look how it's beautiful all around! Here's nothing as terrible one. Is it well by cause of the small troubles..." Immediately another thought had interrupted the first one, but without words. It seemed to her the parents, the former classmates, families from a large courtyard of Moscow, all of them, young and old alike. What if they will find out, all the details?! And what if they will find out, how just she have connived all this? But the common sense had interrupted this thought immediately, for that was going too far. Certainly they would cannot reach for her sincere deep thoughts. Are they like Messing really? (Messing - a Polish Jew, the famous psychic, was escaped from Hitler's Germany in the USSR - author's note).
      Of course, for a while it was not anything terrible. If the monster would like to kill her, he had lots and lots of very good instants for this, and long ago he would profit from the favourable situation for realization any fancy which is able to come to the sinful mind of a maniac. But even he didn't rape her so far. Though in this Brezhnev's epoch nobody of her known people would dare to consider this man as a normal one, but how exactly he had calculated all! Quickly she has played mentally over the events of the last weeks: it seems, her captor didn't do just only one a mistake. And let he is a madman, but he is a clever, intricate and calculating madman and it is doubtful he would grow hysterical in his detriment or to the detriment of a cause which he has ventured.
      Inga has caught herself that she is thinking, she is thinking independently, logically and correctly. Prior to that, she had never to work mentally in this way. It seemed, all thought together, that is she and all who was near her. And there was not a fear "to lose the way", then just they would correct her thinking. It seemed, all knew the way and all knew, if one may say so, a certain "timetable" in which it is indicated, in what age one must or one must not do something, that is the "timetable"which all "normal" people lives under. But the "timetable" has not foreseen the things were going on last days with her. She was thrown either into a remote past or into another planet, almost into the other world, and if to compare this with the real life, it was not more alike than a sudden arrest and jail for anyone who never kept in mind anything like this.
      Today her brain worked, as never before, accurately and clearly, and she suspected whereof so. The day before yesterday, the evening her tormentor had given her some trash, adding secretly something into the tea with jam made in the mess tin and poured into the mugs. By all appearance, he did by himself go to some town because he came back with two big backpacks full of food supplies and all sorts of small things needed in the forest. And yesterday she had wakened well over afternoon for some minutes before his return and not that to run away, but even it was difficult to move with a finger because of the exact influence some hypnotic or drug. She would have time to move away only several hundred metres, one day this happened and she knew, what she would get for this. At all she had no desire to get it again.
      However, there was nothing special what she would can be glad for: this morning as every other one, she was waiting for the shame, the cold and the pain.
     -Have you awoken, broad? - a hoarse and harsh voice had heard from outside. (Unfortunately, this was not Vysotsky, though the voice was resembling).
     -What? Is it time?
     -It's half past ten. You may drowse a half an hour else. Or do you want it now?
     -I've better more later.
     -The law is on your side, babe.
      However, about ten minutes she was bored with this tedious waiting and she had ventured to bring closer this morning rite: earlier start - earlier end. And having a good sleep as never before, she hated to lie idle. According as this mad rite ordered, she had taken off the turtleneck sweater,  the bra, the tracksuit pants and even the panties and had come out all naked, like those who would plunge into the slough.
     -All right. It's hard to keep a place after such rest. Now then! Turn your back!
       Inga obeyed. All her back was covered over fresh welts from the yesterday's and more early wild rites and her careless faults. More lowly, greatly paled traces of that unforgettable whipping for the unsuccessful escape and the resistance. That time he had run down her and, grabbing the ear, bent down her to the ground. She tried to kick him with her foot on the genitals, but failed. Further he led her silently and imperturbably. "So, it's probably, once, Joan of Arc was led in her last way " - Inga remembered from the lesson of history. Then she was terrified, and she tried to hide the fear by a naive question:
      -Even you don't scold me. Why is that?
      -Now my lash is going to scold you.
       On the way to the reprisal, her childhood came to mind involuntarily. Sometimes the father punished her with belt, but the mother stood up for her always, while calling him as a nutcase and a pervert, which made him blush and after this he tolerated Inga's tricks a long time. However the same mother, in case of significant faults, punished her very seldom but with cruelty. Last time Inga caught very hot at the age of fourteen years old, when her numerous fake signatures of parents under an obstinately growing number of the bad grades in her pupil's book were disclosed. Unexpectedly she had grown bolder, reasoning with herself: "It's awful only for the children. Until what age I will be afraid of flogging? Mom will whip my bottom, no big deal!"
       At that time she had obeyed mother, baring her bum, which was protuberant already at that age, and allowing to clutch her head between mother's knees. At first, Inga had stood silently seven or eight swats of jumping rope. Wanting to hide the increasing pain, this became already unbearable for her, Inga had given voice:
      -Mom... it hurts... indeed... - this sounded with a tone clearly ironical, what could be translated in the ordinary language as follows: "Although, it is unpleasantly a little, but you, mom, are doing nonsense". But the skipping-rope continued to whistle spanking, already Inga didn't control herself, but she was screaming that usually young girls scream in such cases:
      -Ouch, what are you doing?! What hurts! It hurts! Ouch, don't...ouch! I will not anymore! - And finally shouting: "Oh I can't stand it anymore!", - she had turned into a chaotic, frenzied, breathless and confused yell which had quietened down just after the last lash and was changed into a hissing and a groaning in a low voice. Shouting several swear words at her address, the mother whipped Inga one time else, and now the only swat provoked a loud scream of the girl. After the punishment she had looked with tearful eyes at the window and seen an adult fellow, a land surveyor who was standing with a surveyor's pole at the corner of the house and listening. She was ashamed: he well heard just she be spanked and it is good that he didn't know her.
       However this recent flogging for the escape had surpassed all that she had experienced in childhood. That time he had ordered her to encompass a thick tree with outstretched arms, tied together her wrists not touching each other a little, trailed another rope under the armpits, winding round the shoulders and tied the tags of the rope to an upper bough, to limit her ability to squat down to the ground. Also the malefactor had tied every foot separately below, that is with ankle joint, she wouldn't try to cover her bottom by feet. Then leisurely, he had taken from the pocket a wire was winded and folded in two, the round cross-section in the cover of  polyvinyl chloride, the inside is of copper. In the form folded in two, the wire was a little longer than a half of meter.
       A melodious whizz was heard. Surrounding the left hip and the left buttock, the flexible tags of the wire have stuck into the right one. The first instants Inga felt nothing, but right away the pain was almost suffocating, it captivated her without intention to abate.
      -Ouch,- the girl uttered a moan almost in a whisper, throwing back her head.
       A second following swat was as well surrounding and melodious, then a third, a forth, and all of them were fallen on the same point almost. A loud yell was heard in the forest. The barrier of her standing was crushed. Baring her teeth and staring with a pleading look in the monster's face, Inga yelled at the top of her voice, but this didn't keep him from flogging. He, entering into the taste, continued to welt her resilient and white bottoms which she twisted with and jumped up, and all this was very seductive, even for seasoned types. Her body, it seemed, hoped instinctively to evade the unwanted and cruel pain and herself was ready for all the things this maniac would demand from her, if only to stop this torture.
     -What do you want, I'll do anything! Ah-ah-ah-ah! What do you want, I'll do it! - she cried at the top of her lungs with a hoarse voice, frightening away the neighbouring birds and the wild boars.
       And the whip continued a long time to pierce, now into one point several times, now into another by the same way, and she thought that he intends to flog her to death, and if it is so - let faster. Such thoughts, accompanied with her heartrending cries, flowed not smoothly, as usual, but they flashed and disappeared like lightnings in the night.
       And now he was stroking her hair, effortlessly pulling her ears, so why is she still screaming? Inga had stopped screaming and burst into tears. The cascade of tears relieved her pleasantly off all the simmering and aching things in her soul, which were ripened during these six years of the adult life without tears, when one starts to swallow silently insults and troubles, pretending to be imperturbable, becoming a hypocrite, so the soul harden, the look goes out, every trifle deposits on his shoulders, accumulating to old age as a heavy load of the past,  which one bends under, what after nothing makes him happy any more, neither mountains, seas and forests, nor the dawns and the sunsets. Inga wailed and the soothing pain was changed into the feeling of a catharsis. So a forest is cleared after a tearing storming downpour. As she had become a little girl again, ready to fulfil any whims of cruel parents who had just punished her, and she, being driven into the infernal ecstasy by the cruel pain, had promised them to obey at all, not affected, but enough sincerely. The nice feeling of the body and soul, who were shuddering in sobbing, was changed gradually into the disappointment at her own weakness in comparison with partisans of the Resistance, the Christian martyrs and victims of the inquisition.
      "They hadn't submitted because of severe trials, but I have given in to a simple flogging. It is possible, he is going to screw me; it may be he will make me to perform fellatio. Let be it! It serves me right! Let all burns in the blue blaze!"
       An idea flashed through her mind timidly "He is like an old man, but not a bad chap" immediately was restrained in imagination by hooting faces of all the familiar groups which with she had to associate last times.
      -You want to overcome the pain, however you use a wrong way. I will teach you, broad, but there is a time for everything. You are dead! You are dead not here, not today, but long ago before I had abducted you. Now you are dead, but I want to make you alive. If God's will for this, I will get my way!
       He looked at her tenderly and enthusiastically and continued:
      -Henceforth you are a forest broad, my forest helpmate. You will obey me at all. I will force you to obey!  With me you must be more sincere, more outspoken, than with yourself you are, because you don't know yourself. You have driven into the subconsciousness all your essence and imagined that you are the same like all the rest of the world. But God didn't create identical humans each with other. On the Earth you would not find a couple of identical men as well as you will not find a couple of identical fingerprints. There aren't even identical flies, not saying about humans. So take the trouble to learn, WHO ARE YOU?
      -My name is Inga. My mother had called me like this in honour a figure skate or a gymnast, don't remember.
      -You could be named Maria, Valentine, Lucia but even Nick in prison, such a thing exists, then I will tell you about this. So take the trouble to learn not a label, which one had stuck on you, but your essence.
        After these words a mute scene followed. He looked in her face, and she was taken aback a little, trying to digest what she has heard.
      -I'm your lord, your master. I'm your teacher. You are under my power. Do you want, I will flog you again as fifteen minutes ago?
       Inga began to worry, her lips began to tremble, her eyes flickered uneasily, and she had fallen to her knees.
      -You are my teacher, you are my lord, I'm your helpmate, I'm your forest broad, I'll do anything for you. Do with me what you will. But I beg of you, don't so painful, don't so cruelly! - she blanched and her eyes filled with tears.
      -Already it depends on you. All the same, I will flog you every morning, but slightly, as a formality, for you don't forget your place. And you yourself must ask me this doing. And now descend to the brook, wash your face and go learn the Code of prisoner's behaviour. After all, you are my prisoner now,- he became thoughtful.- Maybe some day you will thank me with all your heart.
       That day she learnt the typed Code of prisoner behaviour, and her tormentor didn't touch her with finger anymore.
       And now, that is two weeks later, she naked was standing in front of him, turning her back being flogged, and he, like a painter, was examining his traceries on her svelte and young flesh.

                Chapter 2.

      -How beautiful you are! But let your back takes a rest a little, and this prankish thing is wearying for amusements and one must play with it,- he said, pinching Inga gently on the very middle of the right buttock. Now come on the log!
       Inga obeied, came to the log, mounted on it, squatted down. It was their toilet. The abductor prepared some paper already. She had to ease herself before his eyes looking at him, without  looking aside in the process. So he trained her to be sincere, to exceed all the bounds in frankness. She must uncover all parts of her body, all nooks of her soul before him which just is possible to open.
        The gnats, feeling a gratuitous pray, flew together little by little. Two stung her already by their probosces into the haunch, several of them stung her into the back, one stung into the buttock, another one stung into the most vulnerable place, provoking an unbearable itch. Inga made an effort and evacuated finally.
      -I've done all.
       As usual, her warder came to her place with papers in his hand, without any disgust he wiped up her. Inga at all did not want to get used to it, and blushed with shame. He threw the paper on the bonfire site and had set fire to it. Obeying to a crazy custom, Inga walked to the river along the trodden path where nobody went, excepting both them. The malefactor followed her closely.
       The river flowed parallel to a stream falling into it, with spring ice-cold water. This stream flowed along a bottom of a deep ravine and their tent was standing above. Even in the river the water was colder than in others neighbouring rivers, because these cold streams fell in the same river.
       Descending the steep and high bank is covered by forest, Inga came in the water, higher her knees a little. The abductor wearing always only a swimming trunks at such cases, came next, taking a soap, leaving the soap dish on the ground. Washing her some rest that was not wiped with paper, he has soaped his hand again and stuck his soaped middle finger into her narrow hole. Inga has twitched involuntarily. Certainly, it would be quite agreeable, if a thought about other people didn't make her blush. It didn't reach her reason, that such an action can inflame her passion strongly. She started to notice that her tormentor is excited in such moments, however this could be explained by approaching flogging, because the joy he flog her with, she has noticed since the first days. She was curious, is it the same sadism which she heard about from a distance? Or the sadism is some other thing? She considered herself as a competent girl from an upright family. She is cautious, wouldn't commit a disgrace or follies. Certainly, she was not a girl already, but she had enough of the cunning and the intelligence don't allow that after "this" anyone points at her with finger with a derisive, telling to others drunks, how was he with her, what does he with her together and et cetera.
As everyone around she was grown up without God, instead God there was the public opinion which for she could sacrifice anything. If there exist (Lord, absolve me) a cult of the public opinion, we should have the Saint Inga among others saints. But here, in the forest, communicating with this brute, her opinion about herself was defeated decisively, but a needed standard, what she must be, it was not determined for the present. The relax alarm for her life, the fear of pain, now all this was changed to the feeling of her own shame and littleness, which, it is possible, the feelings, that the "cocks" have in prison, that are the rape victims, who are raped recently. However, as distinct from these latter, she had a possibility to hide or to embellish many things, then the shaken public opinion of her after her strange disappearance, it would become balanced again. Partially this consoled her, only partially, because now she has to do double dealing. She was displeased, because this was unusual and as well as reprehensible.
      -Have you forgotten?! To plunge seven times! The walls fell in through the number "7" in Jericho! - repeated he his habitual phrase.
       Docilely Inga sank in the cold water seven times up to the neck. These seven blows of the cold drove her out of her wits almost as well as seven swats of a lash, but a completely different way. She heard about Jericho only that there was a "Jericho's trumpet", so one says about a stentorian voice - she didn't know about those events of the distant past anymore. She considered herself as a developed girl. Also she lived in Moscow, almost near the centre, but here this forest brute presented to her surprises of his erudition every day, which in comparison with she felt herself as an unskilled barbarian, and it was a single consoling that she is not worse than other people are.
       After bathing she went higher, the abductor was next. Reaching their conventional place, she stopped, turned her face to him, dropping her eyes, she began to say with a trembling voice:
      -Sir teacher, one must flog me more often and more painful for I don't get out of hand. Flog me ,please.- The last words she had pronounced almost in a whisper and was afraid of additional swats for this.
      -I'm going to satisfy your request, my forest wench. You are going to get fifteen swats as always.
      -What an attitude must I strike?
      -Go down on all fours, head on the ground, hands back, interlace, don't disunite them! Don't fall on the side! Or I will renew the counting.
       The malefactor had taken the birches wet in the forest puddle and played with them in the air. (On Wednesday and on Friday an electric wire operated) Inga was ready and thought: "I've better, he would fuck me, he is a wretched crazy!".
       He passed over her perineum with a tip of the rod, passed along all the slit, up to her back, but didn't delay anymore. The twig had cleaved the air, a savoury whip... keeping silent... Second... Third...
      -Ouch!- Inga squealed after forth one. Now these "Ouch!" alternated with constrained sobbing and became longer to end.
       At the end of the thrashing, at his command she had stood erect, continued kneeling, thanked her teacher through tears, for doing good to her. Then she stood up and took a breath, with relief and joy: the punishment is finished now.
       They went both to the tent. She helped her master to kindle the firewood, prepare the food, the tea. The daily morning rite is finished. Now it may rub themselves against gnats and feel free. Despite the fact that he could flog her again for any accidental inadvertence, these little punishments, though even these she couldn't almost stand without tears and yells, but they didn't provoke such a panic terror.
       Only now she has paid attention at the sombre and severe beauty of the spruce and birch forest, which is crossed by ravines, by slopes and rises; some place non-typical for the Moscow area, and the sky was covered by crowns of trees for the most part, it was saturated by bright blueness as well as washed one, in contrast to the off-white sky near large towns. There was something whereof the heart would be filled with joy, but Inga may not allow herself this.
       Nobody instructed her anything, excepting how to look attentively at the people to be the same like they are, try not to differ in nothing. The bookstores were overloaded with communist jabber and eulogies for Motherland, Party and Lenin. It was not possible to buy in normal even the most innocuous in terms of poliсy belletristic literature, but at least just a little intelligent one, free from the propaganda. It was an item in short supply which costed ten times more expensive covertly, than its real value was. And where from this poor girl could learn a valuable Carnegie's advice: "If the life has prepared a lemon for you - make lemonade". There was no trace of the Carnegies and others. Even nobody heard of them. The enigmatic abductor, making a show of being busy, watched the girl.
      -Remember,- his voice had sounded. Inga had raised her eyes.- Remember! There is no an objective criterion of the correct attitude to life. This attitude rendering someone happy, only it is correct. That attitude to life rendering someone feeling himself  unhappy - is not correct. Remember this, I'll ask it. You may not agree to it, but remember. ONLY A CORRECT ATTITUDE TO LIFE WILL RENDER YOU HAPPY!
      -Is it you consider I can be happy here?
      -In fact, you cannot nowhere be happy excepting here. Do you remember I said you that you had died long ago? That life you lived, there is not to be a happiness. Such a life is not better than death. Look at women who are a forty years old. Many of them still haven't known what an orgasm is. If you go their way, you will arrive in the same place like they have. In fact a woman forty years old can love and be loved one as in twenty.  Already they've buried themselves, gave up as hopeless, they refused all the things by this trite excuse: "We need nothing" and even try to defy it.
      -All the world lives like that.
      -They don't live, but drink from a close-stool. It's better don't argue. It's better to test this, to test that, then early or late the truth itself will come to light.
       Her warder became more talkative. This time he let himself go so that if someone appeared in the distance, he would guess tourists with a tape recorder listen to a Vysotsky's recital.
      -Well, my dish. Let's come down to business. Take off your swimsuit and sit down on the heels. So sit during ten minutes, then it will be the asanas for the stretch.
        Inga had performed all the exercises impeccably and it was unexpectedly even for him. To the end of them she lay down on her back, relaxed and fell asleep about two minutes.
       In half an hour he had called her:
      -Here's a problem, my girl. Take a pen, a notebook, but at first write what one must.
       While she had to write seven times: "Be a diligent o girl, not to be flogged". Of course, Inga was lucky not always to be a diligent enough. The little punishments were following just after her blunders, now they provoked not fear, but some kind of a mental unacceptance like unpleasant medical treatments as a painful injection or a bathing of wounds and etc.
       When the ritual phrase was completed, the abductor began to speak right away:
      -All the attention here! We have a segment with a point in the middle. We call this point as "the center". We call this segment as a "one-dimensional sphere".
       Inga looked up suddenly at him.
      -Do you want to be sure whether am I crazy? At first, listen to the end, then solve, if you don't want to be flogged again, and only after this you will conclude. If I'm crazy, there wouldn't be a solution, but it is in my pocket, finished one, on a sheet. And you are to make a little discovery which was discovered long ago. Also, a volume number one of the one-dimensional sphere is equal 2R. Let's take a two-dimensional sphere - this is a circle. A volume number two of the two-dimensional sphere is equal... - he looked at Inga inquisitive.
      -Pi R squared, the volume number two - this is the area, - answered Inga willingly drawing into the game and rejoicing at her own keen wits.
       He wanted to answer with an irony: "And you are quick-witted, broad". But he had checked himself in time, understanding that it's better don't cloud her interest just waking in the mathematics.
      -That's correct! And the volume number three, that is the usual volume of a sphere, it is equal 4/3 pi R cube. Also, broad, in the mathematics it is possible to work not only in the three dimensions, but in four one, in five one and more, for ever and ever. It is in the physical world we don't know dimensions more than three, we can draw only three perpendicular reciprocally directions, but in the mathematics one can check all the calculations of the multidimensional objects. All things fit, then the theory works. So, find a formula of the volume number four of the four-dimension sphere. I give you half an hour for this.
       Inga had inclined above the note-book, took out a draft sheet was put in it, turned over a page don't see these words "...not to be flogged", and it is possible, it will happen so. She had plunged into the work. Fully half an hour she looked for a regularity among the three formulas were well-known since school, being worried as at the exam, but failed to find this regularity. She had noticed this strange man stood behind her and looked into her notebook, where the course of her thought was reflected in the form of formulas, during the feverish search. Inga had turned to him. Her tormentor stood keeping a sleek scrap of paper in his hand, which it was written on, in big letters and well: V=1/2 pi squared, R is raised to the fourth power.
      -What did you learn in the institute? You've passed one year of the teaching, reached the differential equations getting more complex to the end of the year, however here is usual integration, not complex one. Look: the length of the segment is the integral sum of the points; the area of a circle is the integral sum of all the parallel chords, including the diameter; the volume of a sphere is the integral sum of all the circles are formed by crossing the sphere with parallel planes, including the big circle. And finally, my girl, the volume number four of the four-dimension sphere is the integral sum of the spheres. Then there are an usual calculating. Now you know what to do, however I'm going to tell you all the same.
       He took from Inga the notebook, the pen, did all the needed calculations which led to the well-known result.
      -What can you say?
      -I need to be flogged, - and added in a cheerless voice.-Properly.
      -I shall satisfy your request, forest broad.
      -What position must I stand in?
      -Take off your swimsuit, you will stand straight, keep your hands behind your head. You may be crying and jumping. You may not squat down or disjoint your hands. You may not stoop down very low. Bring me the twigs. I will flog you on your haunches in front; ten swats.
       Inga had stripped to the skin again. She would like to cry in her vexation, because of her own inability during the solving of the problem. Somehow she didn't feel a fear. Instead this, it was an unpleasant feeling of a person who was duped.

                Chapter 3.

        By the way for taking the switches, a thought occurred to her about escape, but she could not find her bearings on the ground at all, and her warder had time to clear this. In the second day of the abducting he spanked her a little, because he had ordered her to gather some brushwood for the campfire a hundred meters away to the West, but she had gone to the East. On an overcast day she would can make a circle and come to the same place and on a sunny day if she takes a constant direction, one doesn't know, how long time she would have to go, it was possible to stay in the forest without water, however it was hot. It was possible to go along the river only downstream, and he would catch up with her quickly. But upstream there is a spacious marsh where it wouldn't drown, but you can get stuck and lose the footwear in the quagmire.
       Where they are, Inga didn't know. She was on a visit to her friend Tania in a village where this friend came on summer vacation.There were all the people who recognized each other long ago. The place was relatively an out-of-the-way corner and one wasn't afraid of any casual unbidden guest. That day she was found at the opposite end of the village from the house where Tania lived, and it was necessary to pee. She came into the shrubbery, did her deed, and suddenly someone had thrown a strangling rope on her neck. A hoarse voice had pronounced:
      -Go where I say! Otherwise, before you succeed to yell, I'm going to tighten the rope, you will swoon, and I'll drag you all the same. The resistance is useless. You'll be worse without any doubts.
       They went about five minutes. She was all pale, with a noose around her neck. Then he had taken off the noose. Inga swung round and saw an unknown guy in front of her. He was not a big guy, but a sinewy, fit one, his age was vague, however it was clear he was older. His eyes sparkled with joy because of the prey is caught well.
      -Now listen me, broad...
      -I'm not your broad!
      -That's not the point. I know you. I know a street in Moscow you live. There are three windows in your flat,- he told her address of Moscow, said where her parents work, who of them and when is at home. He told a lot of other details, even about the mother had flogged her when she was fourteen years old.
      -What do you want something from me, in fact? - Inga tried to pass to the offensive.
      -I've good news and bad news. Here good one: I'm not going to kill you, not to rape.
      -And thanks for that...
      -And here is a bad one: I'm abducting you! From now on you are under my power, become submissive to me. If I want it, I'll make you all bare to creep ten kilometers on all fours, and you will execute it.
      -Not likely! Don't you want a dick, fuck...
       The dangerous stranger's hand had done a quick movement as lightning. A whizz had sounded. Inga had flinched and just had time to think "Ouch, I'm fool! Have made angry him, however he is a loony, he is going to kill me!"
       Something encircled her left thigh with whistle and stuck into it through the tracksuit pants. A pain was augmenting and immediately it was the second lash. Inga had grasped the hurting point and rubbed it, hissing of pain. Just only she had understood it was a flogging and no attempt on her life. During she was squatting, he had given two lashes else to her, one lash on her bottom and another one on her back. Inga had howled, eyes wide open, and jumped up. The stranger seized her by the hand saying:
      -Now I don't order you to creep on your fours, but we are going to go for a walk, otherwise you will be fat, lose your beauty because of staying without moving. However you are a girl of the top-class, though a rubbishy one as all the world, but you will obey my every word. Now I can take off your pants; five times I've whipped you already, the rest is ninety five else.
      -Do not! That hurts! S-s-s, - girl hissed, ready to submit already, rubbing the back with her free hand.
       He had put a black band on her eyes, so that she can't see where they go and led her for a long time, telling carefully about tussocks, little pits and twigs being on the level of her face. They walked near two hours, then the band was taken off. The sky became covered with clouds, but it wasn't raining. Often the abductor inspected the direction using the compass and while this ordered her to turn aside. They walked very long time and had arrived at the destination only on the third day. Two nights they had spent under the open sky. Several times else, he put the band on her eyes, three times of them, it seemed, they crossed over some highways. It was clear they had gone near fifty kilometers from the start and, it was probably, to go back in Moscow they have to use another direction of the railway. No combing the forest surrounding the village would bring nothing. When they do the first miss abducting, understanding what it happened in fact, it would be too late, no dog would take the track.
      -What a rogue! - the girl thought. - He has appeared as a bolt from the blue!
       In the village, where the rumours spread with lightning speed all over the neighbourhood and exaggerate, however there nobody noticed a suspicious stranger who waylaid her a few days for sure, maybe a few weeks.
       Still somewhere on a border of the mind Inga began to understand that the proverb "the knowledge is a power" is not an idle phrase. Now she is on the territory of the strong state, which moreover likes to meddle in all sides of the life, including conjugal infidelity and the education children in the spirit of the Marxism-Leninism, but she has found herself in another state at all, where he is a lord and she is a slave girl, whom he flogs every day as a nanny goat, and as a result he has made her, an adult girl, to obey as a little child; it's good that  he still doesn't... But what is going on, herself?!
       A pleasing wave moved below of the belly. Inga wagged by the thighs, suddenly she has recollected. Returning, stretching out the switches to her executioner, at the first time she said from the heart, sincerely:
      -Flog me, please, let it would hurt. It's really that one must flog me properly, - and she went on to herself mentally: For I'd not want to fuck with this madman together!
       She stood up; put her hands behind of the head and closed her eyes. A whistle was heard, and the twig whipping by its middle on the right thigh, stuck with its tip into the left one. The strokes followed one by one. Inga opened her eyes which soon, it seemed, like sparkled, then she started to jump a little, as a wind-up toy. When the flogging was over, she stooped, shrinking and rubbing the reddening welts, sighing slowly. There were no tears. Then she came to her senses, went down to her knees, pronounced as usual:
      -Thank you for the lesson, my master!
       He stroked her hairs, playing pulled her ears.
      -Don't you forget, my beauty, according the order we have a lesson of the auto-flagellation for today?   
       Oh, how she hated such lessons! He trained her, as a medieval nun, to flog herself. Only three strokes with electric wire, but he demanded from her the perfect real strokes. It was her due to receive ten strokes with his hand for one missed, and he could flog more hurt, than her mother with jump-rope.

      -Today you have to spank on the right haunch. Here, keep it, - he gave to the girl the same wire.
       Inga took the implement of her torture in her hand and stood up, feet apart widely. This damn pleasing wave passed through herself again. Oh no, away! She has whipped her right haunch with all her might so, that the middle of the wire touched the front and its tip, encircling the haunch, stuck behind. Right away she has whipped herself in the second time, and a drawling "Ouch!' has escaped her lips, almost in a whisper. She found the courage to whip in the third time. After this the girl's face reddened and the eyes exuded the tears.
      -Attagirl, broad! Only take into account, it is a body who feels the pain, however you are not implicated in it. It is difficult to explain it with words, you will understand it during the experience. I give only one example. The pain is falling on you as a hard load and you are trying to fight down it only with your own force. There aren't enough of them. One doesn't play with pain "someone who would chip". One leaves it. Here are key questions one must ask himself: 1. What is the pain? 2. How does it concern me?
      -How you flogged me for the escape, all your theory would go to the dogs. It was impossible to think anything.
      -It served you right, naughty wench. However I feel, we shall play jump-screech with you in plenty, - said he, failing hide his delight. - You want to overcome difficult things at one stroke. I've introduced the lessons of the auto-flagellation only for your starting from easy things. One doesn't learn a manual from the tenth form being in the first one. But sometimes one can turn the pain into the joy. Of course, it depends of an individuality. The pain can have a lot of shade like the colours, the sounds, the smells, the tastes. You couldn't fail to observe that both pains are different if to whip, of a long switch and of an electric wire.
      -Yes, the pain of the mother's jump rope and one of the father's belt, these are different too, but one spanked me rarely. only if some awful took place.
      -The badness wasn't they flogged you rarely, but that they stopped to flog you early. However it may be for the better. Somebody must punish who is able to teach something. But I've not finished saying about different reaction to the pain, right up to the joy. Is it known to you that the Spanish flagellants scourged themselves with lashes to the extent that the blood squirted and if young girls walked to meet them, they tried that the drops of blood would squirt on the girls. And the girls of Sparta were flogged not only like a punish, but for developing of the sensuality too, and sometimes they had a few orgasms while the spanking.
       By the way Inga opened her eyes wide increasingly because of the astonishment, looking at the strange storyteller inquiringly.
      -I heard something else, I don't know exactly, is it a truth or isn't it, long ago some people, to have a good luck in anything, they employed experts flog properly, so to say, those who were knowing their trade, then these people stripped to the skin, allowed to tie up themselves, yelled because of pain, as you did at that time, after this they thanked these masters, even paid them money. But I don't know, what there were more, a superstition or some mystical truth in fact. Of course, you are thinking that I'm a madman who is crazy about the flagellation. It's not known, what you will be crazy about, when you will be yourself.
      -I want to be like all the sane people.
      -But you will be unhappy, then. The humane society, which exists, it's incompatible with the happiness. Jean-Jacque Rousseau was right that a human is unhappy in the society: "I hasten to reach with rapid steps a country. As soon as I see a verdure, I'm starting to breathe. May one be surprised that I love the solitude! I see only the animosity on the faces of the men, but the nature smiles me always". (Translation by the author).
So he wrote in his last book "Reveries of a Solitary Walker". And this great man wanted to construct a happy society - here is his tragic mistake! In fact, as it turned out, the same concepts the "happiness" and the "society" are incompatible.
      -May I sit down on the stub? I'm tired.
      -Take a seat, my beauty, I'm allowing.
       Only now he has noticed, she is carried away by the conversation so much, she has not only forgotten to put on her swimsuit, but even continues to keep the wire in her hand. Inga has sat down straight with her bare bottom on the rough stub. At some points she felt hurt a little after today's spanking. (After that terrible flogging for the escape she couldn't sit that day and the following one too).
      -What I've just spoken about?
        Inga tried to remember being afraid.
      -Give me the wire.
       Inga obeyed and has remembered right away:
      -You've said that the happiness and the society are incompatible.
       Her tormentor has rolled up the wire and hitched it to his swimming suit by a special clip.
      -I'm not forcing you to believe in it, only remember that such an opinion exists too. I agree with this opinion, then you will may receive evidence, was I right or I wasn't. However I don't advise to protract the experience: your life will can be spent in vain.
      -But what a happiness may be in the solitude? It is impossible!
      -The Soviet power has intimidated all of you, supposedly a man being alone means nothing. You may don't agree with me. One has to outgrow by many verities by experience, not every of them may be proved in words only. But... It may be... Solitary like-minded persons find each other if there are very much of coincidences as well as it's possible, in their views, inclinations. The history knows such great consolidations. After this a desire appears to increase the circle. At first they accept beginners with caution, overplaying in something. Then they underplay, accepting in their community anyone from the street, and it's gone-gone: stool pigeons, underlings, in conclusion, the great unity turns into a banal society, however the society, as Rousseau had written one day, is a people's herd. To attempt to create a happy society is the same thing as to attempt to heat outside of a house in winter instead one must heat at home, in fact, and close all the doors more tightly. To the point, you are tired. One must not give so much of the information at once. Otherwise it will be flying into one ear and flying out through the other one, - saying this, he has pulled her ear a little. - However, my beauty, tomorrow is Wednesday, and in accord of the 'Code of prisoner's behaviour" I shall spank you with wire. Hold on, wench! - Her tormentor has smiled merrily.
       And Inga was excited by sitting on the stub. She could not get rid of the pleasant sensations which were evoked by all around: the rough stub, the fresh air refreshing her body by an agreeable coolness, because the sun has just hidden behind the cloud and the voice of this strange man speaking with her at the first time so long and his flesh is excited by swimming trunks well evidently. Suddenly again she has wanted to give him herself, to be sat on his stake, to be pierced, and come what may. Or to fall on her knees and give him herself as she gave herself today to his switches, digging her head in the ground and and to yell because of happiness as she yelled because of pain. Is it still a happiness on the Earth? But what the people would say!? Oh, my God! So she was changed that is sitting on the stub, is naked completely, even has forgotten to put on the swimming suit, is sitting in front of the guy who is well excited who is clothed only in swimming trunks! Inga has jumped up and started putting on her swimming suit. The abductor observed her. She has sat down on the stub again. The desire went away. If anyone saw them! One would must send them both to a madhouse! But it has been so nice!
      -The society and the happiness are incompatible, - these words have escaped her, are pronounced sadly and pensive, and from her eyes a tear has rolled down, which she had brushed away, and reproached herself mentally for the sentimentality which not existed before.
      -It is possible, you are starting to understand something already, - he turned aside, rubbing the swimming trunks in the front. His captive had noticed it, and the wave of the voluptuousness passed through her body again, from the lower part of the spine.
        Suddenly he had swung around, looking at her with enthusiastic eyes, straight in the face:
      -You are ready now, and tomorrow, after the morning rite I'll open a great verity for you, a truth which is urgent for all the peoples and for all the times.

                Chapter 4.

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

                Chapter 5.
      -It was not me who had invented it, - the strange teacher continued. - The ancient sciences, well-known during a few millenniums, affirm that there is the KNOWLEDGE OF ALL THE THINGS inside everyone of us. This is a certain divinity which is hidden inside us. One must only try and remember, take away all the obstacles, get ready for the meeting with reality face to face and be able to survive it. But the first obstacle on the way is the society. You can do something right now, - he has slowed down the rate of the conversation. - If you aren't insincere with yourself, you can differentiate unmistakably, when you are happy and when you aren't.
      -And what if that happiness is abnormal? I'll be frank. In your captivity it was a few times I felt myself happy in such situations, where a normal person may not feel himself as happy. I'm under your power. You possess it, however you demanded me to be frank  with you. You have enslaved me and I can go mad because of this. Every day I observe such things with me, before they never occurred  to my mind. If tell to someone... In general, I don't know because of what, either because of flogging me every day, or you govern me in some other way, I feel,  soon I'll go mad being with you. Is it really your goal is to make me a loony? That I should become a crazy woman, a hopeless case?
      -I'm ready to bet my own life, that a real madness doesn't threaten to you. Certain things you are starting to discover in your mind, they were there always. You can get rid of this never, also you can never  gain those things that you hadn't before. You lived in a darkness and didn't know yourself practically. It was forbidden for you to use the light of your own knowledge, to use the light of your own experience and the light of your own understanding. And one day the lot of my choice fell upon you, and with my help you've found yourself far enough from the guardians of your ignorance. Looking intently with caution, still you've dared to illuminate your own essence timidly with this light, and now you know more about yourself. If you illuminate it more, you will know more about yourself.

      -And what if I learn such a thing, it would be better to ignore this entirely? What if in the depth of my soul it discovers a desire to kill someone or myself? What can you say about this?
      -I have it what to say, and I expected this question long ago. Such things happen very seldom, but one must not, one must nowise disregard them. You have to master all that I;m going to tell. I should not give you so much food for thought at a time. But I see that your interest ran so high, that you aren't afraid of being flogged, if you will forget something what I've told you. If there is the lively interest in a subject, it implies that the subject will be mastered better. So, listen carefully:
       There are two ways to God. These are two ancient sciences: the Yoga and the Tantra. These are not religions but the sciences. These are theories which work excellently. A Yogi can be a Hindu, also a Christian or a Muslim. The same thing one may say about Tantra. The ultimate aim of everyone is an Enlightening, this spiritual state was named by Hindus as Samadhi and by Jesus Christ as the Birth again. Until you reach it, if some joy happens to you, all the same it will not be enough for you. You will desire something more and look forward to tomorrow. When you reach the Samadhi, you will be happy in any case, even in the absolute solitude, even in hell, to be more precise, nothing and nowhere will be a hell for you.
       Most who had achieved, went through the way of Tantra. In the Christ's doctrine the Tantra prevails, though the Yoga is contained a little too. The Tantra teaches us to accept ourselves and the world as he is, it starts with what a person is. So, the Tantra begins from the start, but the Yoga begins from the end, that is it starts with what a person has to be, when the veil of a last obstacle will fall. Those who are inclined to kill himself or others without in war with them, it's necessary to follow in the way of Yoga for them. If this fact is promulgated, many lives would be saved. The killing maniacs must not go in the way of Tantra, accepting themselves as they are. Following their inclination, they will cause more problems than solve, and at first for themselves. The others have better to follow in the way of the Tantra: it will lead to the aim sooner, in spite of the fact that the Yoga attracts most, because it gratifies their ego, but this is another subject.
       Be able to learn the essence. Until you haven't the inclination to destroy yourself or the others without cause, you are beautiful as such as you are, and the more you follow your gist, the more beautiful you become. And you must not be interested in the people's opinion more than in an opinion of the monkeys in the zoo. Yesterday you admitted with a sincere sadness that the happiness and the society are incompatible. What is the problem, then. Throw out the society as one throws out a pebble from the shoe, which hindered to walk.
      -Are you proposing I alone stand against all the people? Is this like Chatsky? Do you believe I will conquer?
      -Chatsky, according the Griboedov's message, was eighteen years old. Without experience, without understanding until the end that he was dealing with robots were well coded for determinate behaviour, he hoped, just he gives them a simple formula of the verity, they would listen him right away, and the world would turn over to the good side. And all at once would fall into place. But it happened nothing and he was disappointed. Just he didn't know, knowingly, such an intention is doomed to failure. As it is written in the Gospel: "neither cast your pearls before the swine", but he didn't take it into account. To make such people change their mind is the same useless work as to teach a dog speak human language. As he tried to repair a bad damaged machine, which device was unknown to him.
        It is not one that I teach you. I teach you to do your affair silently and don't admit outside persons to invade into the "holy of holies" of your private life. Unfortunately, in this asinine society, sometimes it is accepted, though in figurative sense, to invade into a private home and to poke into other people's private lives or to demand a report about it. The individualism is a sedition in this society. In such a case one must repulse skillfully and competently and I shall teach you to do it.
        You are afraid that you will have to stand alone against all the people. This is not required. However, in a case of the collective persecution you've better to acquire a certain antidote. And remember: the main power of a person is in his intellect. A force hand can break a stone wall in a lucky case. A humpbacked old woman with a walking stick, if she is possessed of the strong intellect and the sharp desire to defeat, she can destroy several tens of strong men, whose fantasy isn't further than "to be a big guy", "to incite a riff-raff" or "to rat to the cops", but there are a thousand ways in fact. Now I'm not going to tell this in detail, than we shall be busy with doing this. Remember the first thing: if anyone plots against you - collect information about him. Catch at any data, because an innocuous information may prove very useful to you unexpectedly. And of course, look for weak points at him. It was an example in your life, your boyfriend that, second, you had caught the data about him and became stronger. But if it was not so, maybe, now all the block would know what are you, doing love, how you do it in all the details.
        Suddenly Inga has remembered that again, as yesterday, she forgot to put on the swimsuit. It was the first impulse to jump up and, covering herself, run to the tent standing nearly, to put her clothes on there, but she had time to consider that it would be foolish and let he admires. She stood up slowly, reporting in a low voice "I'm going to put on my clothes", turned smoothly, sparkling with welts, came to the tent, put on her swimsuit and went out.
      -And now, my beauty, we have tea, and you tell me everything that you've learnt. Today I've given to you the matter of learning more than it would enough.
       They started to prepare the tea, opened the canned food of spiced sprats with tomato and got some bread. That time the thickened milk was a hard-to-get thing and was over, being laid in store before the abducting of Inga.
      -You may start now.
       Inga retold quickly that the main bulk of the people are fools by their own choice, that anyone can be a great person if he finds in himself a gold mine or, talking in another way, if he tunes in a certain wave, that in the USSR one tries to drive an individual into the stupid society by force, even she has remembered that "someone who has begun to think with his own head, he becomes automatically a head taller, than the people  is around him", she compared English speaking countries with Slavic ones. Then he pours the strong tea in mugs, and Inga continues retell the material. She has retold that one has better don't seek advice because inside himself everyone can find "the knowledge of all the things". Discovering himself, a person can find that he didn't know about himself, but had with him always and if some tendencies are discovered dangerous for himself or for the others, one must go in the way of Yoga, and in all the other cases - in the way of Tantra to accept and to love herself such as she is and to accept the world such as it is. So, it is not possible to content herself till she will reach the Samadhi, that is an Enlightening or the Birth again. Finally, to become happy, one must throw out the society and during this don't rise against it, but silently, without a report, to do her own affair. Don't allow anyone to poke their nose into the private life, and if someone attack - to be ready for war, to collect every information about the enemy, focusing her attention on the essence, that is on his weak points, but herself must be strong, in the first place, thanks to her own intellect.
      -You've forgotten one thing: You aren't free...
      -If you aren't free sexually, - Inga has pattered.
      -Excellent! After such an answer, even if there is a desire to spank, but no cause.
      -Why won't you abduct a guy of my age instead of me? It isn't known, who would win spanking, then.
        Inga thinks, now the threats will follow, but her jailer answers, smiling:
      -If I have an inclination for the guys, I would do exactly so, only at first I would bring me into a good form, but fortunately or unfortunately, as you would want, I have the inclination for the girls.
      -Especially, to hurt them.
      -You are right and there is not only this. My imagination is well richer, than you guess.
      -Yes, it is, especially in the morning. But didn't you think that tourists or hunters could pass by us by chance? And what if would I turn out such a bad girl, would show the traces of your whim on my body and ask to help?
      -I didn't let you know beforehand, because of the only cause: I know these parts very well, and I know that no one walks here. However let's suppose a miracle still has taken place. If they aren't fools, it will follow such an answer: "Well guys, yourself solve your problems, don't draw us into them". That is they are so brave in a city. Most of those whom you consider as brave men, in fact, they are able to kick four-five together someone alone and all this not far from the cops. But if the victim takes out a cold steel, then the "heroes" will appeal to the supporting to the cops and the crowd, insisting furiously as they are conforming to all the soviet standards. But if these your passing "rescuers" are found fools the remorses would accompany you all the rest of your life: I'll kill them, I know how I would do it, this is my secret. And you, wench, would have to help me to bury them.
     -However, as you say, one should follow his inclinations till he hasn't an inclination for the homicide. Isn't it time to change to the Yoga?
      -Don't confuse the love attractions and the war. Once some of the wise men in the East had said that the war is a way of cheating. The killing is justified there too. To be at war, it isn't to love, whichever kind of the love would take place. In enemy's presence, my desire of the sex and of all the plays associated with it are vanishing. If you don't kill, another will kill you. In this so-called "holy" soil tens millions of dead people, killed by the Soviet authorities, were buried. It could be me, it could be you among them, no one is immune. Your second guy nearly became one of them, because he is underdeveloped mentally. He was forbidden to be intelligent, otherwise the friends would not respect him. He was told that to be alone, to walk by himself as a lonely cat is a terrible thing. He became such a man as all the people maybe because of the lack of boldness, but most probably because of the fullness of foolishness, however had it saved him? He is a "hero". He would beat up a passerby to keep rabble company and would rob a store without a case of emergency, would fuck his own kind who are from another district, as they had treated him in the end. This society had disfigured him morally, the society which is interested the number of brutes would be more, that the number of drunken scums would be more, because it is more easy to govern over the brutes and the scums. But if the society consists of free and self-respecting persons, all these tyrants like Stalin, Lenin, Molotov and Kaganovich would be pitiful and laughable. Now they don't kill straightly, though such a thing can be held sometimes. Your nearly hanged familiar is a good example of this. For your edification let there be said: you are afraid of opposing against the most people, but he was like all the people, however if a lucky chance didn't take place, he would be lost, only his sister had saved him. Then, what is the conclusion? To live as all the people is not more safely. One must live as you like and can stand up for yourself and in such a case to wage a war only according your own rules.
       -You contrive to answer any question. You teach me a lot of things, spank me, taught me the lessons of "auto-flagellation", as you say, but why haven't you better, as you are a teacher, to show me an example, so far as I'm a pupil, on yourself? I'm taking an interest in your ability to stand the pain.
       -No problem! I've long wanted to show it to you. And now it's to the very point as never.
         For the first time he has taken off his swimming trunks in her presence, unhooking the wire from them. Inga has seen with her own eyes, as he is excited. With a joyful smile she examined all the stranger's naked body, including the thing she did not see before. She gasped. The implement of torture in his hand, it seemed, it increased the passion.
       -You may run around, see either in face or in profile. Only observe the safety measures and if you expose yourself under a whip, don't be offended, - all this he pronounced silently, like a conspirator, it is possible, the passion made gasped him too.
        The first whistle of whip sounded. Inga looked at him as well as she was charmed, without believing her eyes. After a sixth stroke his excitement was neutralized by pain, but he continued to flog himself indifferently, even counting the strokes aloud. Inga ran behind him. The fresh weals reddened on his brawny buttocks and this welts ended with small drops of blood. The objective of her great attention counted up to thirty. Already the first welts have appeared on his back and his haunches.
       -And then the hand begins to do hackwork. Somehow the body transmits its protests to it and it is obeyed. I'm giving the wire to you. Flog me thirty strokes else, but no false one, I'll verify. This strange man has given the implement of torture into her hand and turned back again.
       -But how will you distinguish your welts from the mine?
       -Spank me on the back higher than the line, - and he has drawn an imagine line by hand. After that he has seized on a branch of the birch standing in front of him.
    At first, Inga tried don't do hackwork. Than she has observed with astonishment that it has excited her, however she was afraid of exceeding  the measure.
       -And how to learn that a swat is not excessive?
       -The blood must not be along all a welt, but only on its end, - her abductor answered, heavy breathing.
         His voice, counting the strokes, has changed a little, but he stood the flogging silent till the end, only wriggling a little.
       -Will not you revenge me? That's you who ordered this, I'm not a guilty. Disobey you - it may cost me a lot.
        She came up in front of him, stretching out him a wire, but he was standing, suspending from the world, the eyes expressing happiness, and it was seen, his sexual arousal was increasing quickly.
       -To revenge? To you? But I'm glad that such a beauty has flogged me. Here we have known each other better now.
        Being unable to take off her eyes, Inga smiled joyfully.
       -It turns out, you like to be flogged.
       -You like it too, I've noticed it before you. You still haven't sorted out inside yourself, but I sort out such things very well. Can you dare to lie to my face, that last two days in the morning you strike attitudes for punishment with great pleasure? The pain reduces your passion which comes back being become more strong. It must be so. I'm lucky! Glory to God! I'm lucky! You are the same as I am, and it is no coincidence that I've had a passion for you!
       -I'm going to say you frankly as you like the frankness. In this position I wanted to put out me to you, both yesterday and to-day. But it doesn't mean that I would be abnormal as well as you are.
       -If you don't like one spanks you, in such a moment you would be not to sex. Is it really you think that the girls masochists don't shout because of the pain? The passion is able to neutralize the pain in fact, but it can be only during the moment of the orgasm. Let's check up: take off your swimming suit and I'll give you one lash, and properly. You are going to see, though you've been aroused already, you'll be turned on more.
         Inga have taken off the swimming suit and thrown it on the grass but in mind she had quite different intentions. She have stuck out her roundness which were ornamented with welts:
       -Here it is, whip it, not in the first time.
        He has whipped her one time luxuriously. There was familiar whistle and the increasing pain in the very centre, near the fissure separating the hemispheres. Inga has grasped with her hand without shame, rubbed the whipped point.
      -Well, observe yourself. Your passion increases, girl?
      -Well, let's do it quickly. What for are you losing it?
       -I'm not losing. I want the best.
       -Don't torment me and yourself.
        Inga has turned to her future lover and sees with her own eyes that his excitation has been at its maximum. She snatched into her hand the heart of his passion and felt that herself cums.
      -Here, you've better to play, then you are going to calm down.
      -I have finished already, but this is not enough.
       The girl turns back to him and bent down, attempting make to enter his cock in her hungry bosom. The oddity slapped her wire on the back.
      -Don't be naughty, wench! Otherwise you will be flogged severely.
       The cock twitched. Inga being possessed by the passion, almost did not feel the pain because of the swat on her back and her partner came, panting and throwing back his head.
     -What for did you abduct me, then? To torture and to try to muddle my brain with your delirious philosophy?
     -You don't know, from this one may get ten times more pleasure. If I say you all the details now, it would be not interesting. Know this: the love exists! There is a happiness that you never dreamed! Not only the short circuit and discharge the energy, one will be fed up with it, soon it will be boringly. These two types which you were together, they can nothing. Even you didn't know yourself before met me. Even now you still don't know all about yourself. Wait, don't tear away a fruit while it's green. Let it matures. Then we will arrange such a fucking
      -I want with you now. Two days ago I thought I can say such things never, and now, if anyone hears, they would send me into an insane asylum with you together for company. I understand it and am ready for this. Let's I flog you with a switch and you'll be able again, as you like this. If you would like, flog me a little, but only with a switch and not severely. It will arouse you, and why hide, me too. It's not you who ask a wench of the forest, but she asks you.
      -My pupil must catch the meaning at once, but we are moving in a circle, and I feel, I have to explain the same thing again and again. First of all, you must be submissive and obedient. The role of a quarrelsome wife is not for you. Either you submit, or I'll flog you and not as well as in the morning.
      -Flog me!
      -Bring the ropes to me, I'm going to tie you to the tree.
       He saw with astonishment, Inga was going to the tent humbly, without any objections. She was divided into conflicting feelings. Inga, being agitated by the hot discussion, she didn't realize until now, what a trial she has drawn upon herself. Also Inga felt she wanted to be a victim, to learn by experience the sufferings, the pain, the tears, she began to see in all this something exalted, this is something hard-to-explain. Only the fear of the pain opposed against all the feelings assembling together, but even this fear seemed now as something desired. She knew, soon she will be sorry for it, but with joy left to tie herself.
      -How many strokes will be?
      -Seventy five, does it suit you, my beauty?
      -And how many were for that flight, then?
      -Then it was one hundred exactly.
      -Then this is a trifle, your seventy five.
      -Let's see.
       The experienced whistling. The pain known.
      -Now I'm going to suffer, - the girl growing bolder has pronounced in a joyful whisper. She imagined herself in the Middle Ages in a town square. A crowd sigh compassionately, a certain part of it is gloating and a pitiless executioner is dressed on the red hood, he flogs her properly. She moans quietly from the pain, writhes gracefully, multiplying a number of admirers who are enticed, admiring, sympathising, staggered by sight.
      -Ouch, ouch, - Inga moans softly, writhes gracefully in fact.
       The sex is gone, the obsession goes, only the pain remains. It is not dangerous, even not offensively, it is hard, one must stand it. The girl strains herself, turns red in the face, fidgets. And the pain is stabbing, merciless, it's unbearable. The tears begin to stream.
      -Oh-oh-oh, do not! - It comes in an irresistible cry. "Oh, how hard it is, to suffer really!", - a thought has occurred.
      -Will you do as I tell you, wench?!
      -Hurts! Enough is enough! Ouch! - tears flowed hail. -What are you doing! Oh, I can not! It hurts!
      "I don't succeed proudly and gracefully, - a thought has occurred once more. - I can't stand".
      -Oh, oh, ouch, ouch!
       No whistles anymore. Is it finished?
      -Oh, oh, - the squeals and the yells is changed into a low moan, looking like a moan during orgasm. Again Inga is wriggling voluptuously and throwing back her head.
      -Free my hands, please. I would wipe the tears, - she says with a pleading voice. And here her hands are untied. He looks at her tenderly and with admiration.He kisses her into her tearful eyes, saying:
      -Congratulations!You have taken these torments for the Love!

                Chapter 6.

       Finally Inga is untied completely. In that particular spot she feels hot. She passes her palm along over the whipped points. There it has become very uneven. She had looked at her palm. There it has left traces of blood a little.
      -Don't you know? You've spanked me till to blood.
      -Nothing awful in this. The body is able to stand a lot. It is rather a nervous load than a physical one. Your heart is healthy, so no danger. If the desire to obey and to submit has not appeared, one may repeat this.
      -No. It is real! Do not.
      -By the way you make progress, my beauty. I remember as you screamed at that time! And after this what you became hysterical! And how nicely you've stood it now! It's a pity I haven't a camera. You've begun to scream only at the end.
      -May I go to the tent, to take a rest?
      -Rest for two hours, then we will prepare the dinner and start our lessons. We have little time, but I would like to teach you many things.
       Lying in the tent, Inga stroked, probed the traces of her today's "adventure." The touches answered by a little pain, but this pain gladdened her.
      "One has punished me. I was a naughty girl, and now I'm so flogged, that it hurts to sit". Inga was happy from these thoughts. And she felt herself happy once more, because a new world opens up before her, the world unknown in former times, but in fact it coexisted with her together all the way.
      -Master. Is it means I'm abnormal, a masochist?
      -What's the matter? Have you forgotten the lesson? You become the best only if you are as you are in fact.
      -I remember it. Just it's difficult to believe.
      -You'll get accustomed.
      "Let so, let so, - Inga thought to herself. - Skin me alive, one day I'll rape you anyway". - With these thoughts she fell asleep for a short while.
       A short sleep restored her forces quickly. Inga felt happy. She has remembered she woke up yesterday morning, how a disappointment with and how vexation with then she felt sorry about awaking. But now she looked at the world very differently, as it was found in fact, this world is larger and more beautiful. Limiting her moving in the space, the mysterious stranger, even his name wasn't known her till present, but he opens before her an immeasurable more liberty, it seems, an enormous happy country, and now she is going to learn it, enjoying, to stroll about its beautiful paradisaical alleys, without a sorry to pay sometimes the pain, the screaming and the tears for this. The game is worth the candle.
       When they built a fire and cooked the dinner, her enigmatic and now desired already abductor spoke to Inga:
      -I have to warn you in advance. When you will return to the city, if you make progress enough on the way to perfection, you will not recognize it. Returning into the world where you were always before, you will understand that it is a prison and you will come to hate it and its inhabitant. Then you will have an inclination for certain eccentric tricks and you will, if one may say so, violate the safety regulations of the war on the society. Then the society will crush you and make you come back into their herd. In my early youth so I lost a few friends. Being inspired by my rebellious spirit, they did different foolish things and ran into troubles: certain of them were sent in mental clinic by their parents, certain others were jailed. Recovering from these not quite little troubles, they said me that now they have "matured", "grown wiser" and would not "play childhood". They started to hate me, thinking that I was a reason of these misfortunes befalling them. They never return to the Way, at least, in this life. Now they are pining, either from the alcohol or from ailments, it is because it came home to some part of their subconsciousness, just WHAT they had lost. I don't want you would have a misfortune like this.
       For this reason, I would like make you ready. All the lessons we conduct, this is not my whim. You'll have to return to the society which you no longer belong to. You will be there, like an intelligence agent in the enemy's rear. You'll have to be an actor, that is to play a part, which is alien to you. It's not difficult, but it's more difficult to remember that it's only a role. Your mask must not become your face. So, firstly you've better to avoid finding yourself in the society for a long time, even among your friends. Either they will catch sight of something, or you'll begin to slide to the former level. There is no turning back. You've got the knowledge, it's with you, it is impossible to return your former ignorance, but there it is possible a stop on the way and such a stop renders a human unhappy, what leads to illnesses and to the fatal chances.
       You have to learn to read people's thoughts who is around you. This is not so difficult as it seems at the first sight. Some people with a large life experience can profit by this. In addition, the mystical ability to read thoughts, it may be developed by the meditation
       You've better to become crymophylactic. You live in the cold country and in the event you go underground; it is preferable to hide yourself in the open country, even in winter. Every person has great capacity for cold resistance, but it's rarely if somebody develops them.
      -What for I would hide myself? I don't commit the robberies and the killings.
      -Maybe you think all those who was shot or rot in jails under Stalin, were robbers and murderers? There were a lot of the average men who blamed those persons who are persecuted by the power but a few months later found themselves in their place. If a thought occurred to somebody, without waiting their fatal day, go to the open country to save themselves, let their fate would be enough a difficult one, however still much better, than this one prisoners' of the gulag. Their lives were ruined because of their own idiocy peculiar to the main bulk of people. If today you get on with this state, but the political situation may be changed during a few weeks, though now it is still changing to the better side. While a totalitarian system is functioning at its full force, only your gait or only your facial expression, if these things weren't liked a drunken neighbor or by his drinking companion from KGB, only this may be the cause of your ruin.
      -Oh, that's it. You've abducted me to save from possible repressions of the totalitarianism? But what about, if you will find me an untalented pupil? If I will come down from the "way"consciously and start to live as all the sane people live?
      -It will be worse only for you. But for my part; I will have fond memories about you always. I would like to combine business with pleasure. Well, the business will fall away, but the pleasure will remain all the same. The Moor has done his work, and then God will decide.
      -Can it really you are a believer?
      -I don't believe. I know God exists. An accidental chemical reaction couldn't engender the life, build the genetic code. The life is created by the Higher Life which has not a cause.
     -Do you visit a church, confess about your sexual kinks?
     -Firstly: the rule to confess exists not in every church. Secondly: the church is visited by crowds, the same crowds who had crucified Christ. All the Gospel text is set against the society, however the society had turned over all the things on their head. First centuries the Christianity was persecuted. Then suddenly it began to suit to all the world. This is no accident. It took centuries to turn the true faith into its antipode. The inquisition is a primordial totalitarianism and there is only one opposite of the totalitarianism: this is the true Christianity.
      -Doesn't the Christianity forbids the sex, especially an unusual one?
      -We are still children, so we play childish games. Though I've more knowledge than you have, however I still haven't become a buddha, that is an enlightened one. When we reach it, these games will no longer interest us. A child can be interested playing tick-tack-toe, but not an adult. Here is the thing. Inside the sex, there is an enormous energy concentrated. In what a case it is more likely a dog would break loose? A stranger who has invaded into its area, he is yet in second place, but in the first place it is another dog. A man, renouncing his inclinations for some benefits in the future, and even all the more, because of the society would not blame him then, of course if his sexual orientation is not destructive one for himself or for others, he is not better, than a miserable and paltry coward who ran away when someone has assaulted his girlfriend. In the last case he has a moral right to kill the aggressors, provided that no other way to make them to refuse the aggression. The society, making a man miserable and paltry, it sets up barriers around the most energetic side of his life, that is the sexual one in the given case, then it can manipulate this man, using him in criminal wars or to suit its other own vicious ends.
      -Aren't you afraid to make mistakes and get into the hell?
      -The paradise and the hell are the states of your soul, not geographic areas. Even if I'm fated to make mistakes, it would better pay for my own sins, not for anyone's. If there are two inevitable evils on the way, one must try to choose one of them. I would rather commit a murder when we go around a city, and suddenly we will be attacked by a herd of idiots, instead to commit it in a doubtful war, which would be triggered off by some high-ranking criminals.
       However I'm repeating: you have to learn a lot of things. To pretend, but staying yourself, to read somebody's thought without uncovering yours own; to be able to hide yourself in the cold, be able to slip so, anyone would not notice and not hear, to know how to neutralize enemies who are strong in every sense, especially to find their weak points. Sometimes enough harmless things can turn out an awful weapon.
       What does the average man, if someone tries to trample on his interests? If he makes an attempt to resist, he acts awkwardly, loses and gives up ignominiously. Here is the main mistake: he tries to put together a counteracting group, to say otherwise, to create a society, but the society, it is a stupid awkward many-headed hydra. It can conquer only with a boss of genius, submitting to him implicitly. But at such cases there are a lot of the squealers and no arrangement. A lonely saboteur who is skilled well, he is able to perform more than a herd of hundred persons.
      -Then why such all-powerful lonely persons aren't used in a war?
       -But where to find them? What will it cost to train them? And the main: what it would happen, if he, after have trained, will turn against those who trained him?
      -And what, if being trained, I will turn against you?
      -Firstly, you've experienced the taste of the real freedom, so, to turn against me, it is the same thing, as you would turn against yourself. Though in our country it is acceptable to play dirty tricks against all, including against self. Even there is a proverb: "Let my cow die, provided this neighbour's one will not calve". However all of this is silly. I'm repeating again: I'll console myself by these nice experiences and impressions that I've got from you. Only useful things will fall away. Then, as in a song it is sung: "I will never forget you, I will never see you once more". Secondly, about that to harm me, before, try to find me. Do you think that I have an intention to stay with you here for ten years?
      -But what if the police will find?
      -Their chances to find me are not much more than yours. If you become a good pupil, their chances will be lower than yours. I'm not disputing. They will find the place of my so-called registration, but there will no answer to the main question: WHERE IS MYSELF? That's so, my pretty! - And playfully, but firmly and loudly he slapped her with his hand on that spot where the whip walked recently. Inga grimaced in pain. - By the way, today I don't advise you to be naughty again, because in that case I will punish you on the bottoms again. It will more hurt, but not harmful and not dangerous, just you will not able to sit during two days. Inga, imagining with horror such a perspective, decided seriously not to tease the strict mentor again.
       This day they studied much, he trained her to move without noise through the woods, indicating her mistakes.
      -You are starting only, - her abductor said, - and for a while, during a few days I will only indicate where you make mistakes, however later on I will punish. Remember that in the real life such a mistake may be like the death.
       Yet he whipped her on the thighs a few times, when she didn't divine his intentions, that was a training to read thoughts. The same day he started to let her into the most applicable in the life part of the mathematics, that is the probability theory. Before the sunset she said frankly to him:
      -I can't help it nothing, I want you. But you've forbidden it me, you say that some continence for a while would be better for us both.
      -It's so in fact. If you don't believe, you may don't believe in it, but you must obey me, and you have better don't oppose me, you will not stand it, all the same.
      -But I will not be able to sleep.
      -Rub yourself with the cream against mosquitoes, as for a night, and sit on the heels, that is into position Vajrasana. Try to be without thinking during three minutes.
       At first Inga knelt, then she moved apart her heels and sat down on them. A few times the abductor whistled with the whip in the air as a warning, talking:
      -I've said, don't think!
       Three minutes passed.
      -Change the position into Virasana.
        Inga moved apart her feet, without moving apart the knees, she sat down on the ground. Already she could do it. Else three minutes passed.
      -And now lie down on your back, the other day you nearly have succeeded to do it. Excellent! At last! And now forget about everything, concentrate on the solar plexus, that is the chakra Manipura.
       Initially it was unpleasant sensations in the legs, but in two minutes they were over. Apart from will, she had to remember that today she is flogged in a big way. He divined three times again, that she forget about concentration, and whistled with the wire in the air menacingly
      -Now stand up and try to sit in the Siddhasana.
       She succeeded. Today it was obviously a successful day, without taking into account the difficult ordeal, which was provoked by the same mischievous girl. Sitting, it hurt a little. In five minutes she had changed her feet in the pose at his command.
      -Now do the deed, put your clothes on, and lie down in the pose of dead to sleep.
       Inga just has done so: lay down, relaxed, imagining as she enters, naked, into a pure lake, which is surrounded by picturesque environs, and all the parts of her body, these are found under the water, weakened and vanish dissolving. Very soon she fell asleep. She dreamed a terrifying height which one could fall from. Standing on this height, she had to throw down enough big stones, but before this obligatory she had to swing them in her hands. It amused her very much. The merriment mixed up with horror because of the possibility to fall from such a narrow brink. Because of these turbulent emotions the further sleeping was impossible, so Inga has awoken.
       Near was nobody. Inga divined that her mentor is sitting near the campfire outside. He was very sensitive to her awakening, yet according their "Code of prisoner", she must, to avoid a severe punishment, report on her awakening. She reported and asked a permission to come out of the tent. He allowed.
       Inimitable colours, inimitable feelings of the expiring night in June, all this was opened in front of her her. The pleasing coolness and the silence of the forest, which still was not woken up, intensified the impression. One would like something more.
      -I never heard as you are singing.
      -I would not succeed in it.
      -To learn to swim, - he was saying slowly and almost in a whisper, - one must enter into the water. To learn to swim, using only a theory, it's impossible. As to sing, it's the same. I'm going to help you. I begin, and you join gradually.
       Oh, not in vain Inga compared him to Vysotsky! "Когда вода всемирного потопа... (In Russian: "When the Deluge's water..."), - has started the mentor, imitating enough skillfully the genius of songs who had gone forever. This singing has brought closer finally Inga to a certain limit of the bliss, which surpassing one may burst into tears of happiness. When the refrain was reached, she, hardly holding back a tear of happiness, started to sing, putting her whole soul, it seems, into this song:
      -Я поля-а влюбленным постелю-у, пусть поют во сне и наяву-у... (In Russian: I'll spread fields for all who is in love, let they sing in their sleep and while awake...)
       She has sung the refrain to the end and didn't recognize her own voice. The pretty, high and at the same time strong girlish voice, which even drowned a little the voice of the partner in the duo which is created spontaneously, this voice has expressed all the feelings: those what were contained in the sense of words and those which can't be expressed by words, those which the genial author felt and those which from the fairy nocturnal landscape have burst into her open soul through a forbidden and formerly locked, but now wide-open door to spite the society, and the feelings have burst into it not as troublemakers, but as her desired friends, her splendid soul so yearned for them, this soul so long languished being locked up. Inga, putting whole her essence into the song, she just couldn't sing out of tune even one note, and with his prompting, because she didn't know all the text, she has sung this excellent song to end.
      -Are you happy? - He knew that the question is superfluous, all was seen without it. The tears of joy rolled down cheeks of the girl.
      -Yes, - Inga answered in a passionate whisper. -However notice. You and I just sang, without doing something else.
      -And now compare: a happiness from self renunciation, a happiness from the pain, a happiness from the voluptuousness, a happiness from an excellent song or from a verse. All this is like pictures: one picture is in one colour, another picture - in another one. And it is foolish to argue what colour is better, though the stupid crowd tries to distinguish the happiness between a clean one and an unclean one. This is not a new thought. This dividing between pure and impure was refuted using the Tantra already five thousand years ago. The New Testament refuted it too. If one wants to cry from the happiness, this is a state of the love. It is not so important, what by this state is provoked. In such minutes we are approaching to the Divinity, becoming happy in fact.
       To begin with to enter into the state of love, we need a certain door. A lot of things can be used as this door: it can be you, it can be a song, it can be this fairy night. We ascribe our happiness to different objects as if all depends for the external circumstance which deliver these objects to us, we prefer the human objects, let they would reciprocate our feelings. So this is our spiritual childhood. When we will become mature spiritually, we will start to feel, and I know this in theory now already, that we can be happy, be in the state of love, approximate to the Divinity as much as possible, and all this without any object, it is enough of self.
       You are happy when you are in the state of love, and it's not important, does reciprocate someone your feelings or doesn't. You are unhappy, when this state is gone, even if this moment you are standing on the stage and fanatic admirers are showering you with flowers. Alexander the Great and Napoleon conquered the world. People were afraid of them, welcomed them, applauded. But they felt themselves as failures. Note this: those who conquered the world, but they felt themselves as failures. However all this because they couldn't be loving. They could only make war.
      "So because if you didn't love, It means you didn't breathed and didn't live", - her mentor has sung the last line of the song expressively and proposed:
      -Let's sing else!
      -Let's! What are we going to sing?
       The mentor started singing an old song, which was executed by Mark Bernes long ago "When you will cease to love". Inga, endeavoring in the same way, sang along with him. After the song was over, he looked fixedly in her face, explaining:
      -These two songs we sang today, they contain answers, maybe not all, but very many questions. Of course, did you hear them before, didn't you?
      -Yes.
      -However did you noticed nothing, didn't you? I see. And Chatsky didn't notice one line in the Gospel and started to throw his pearls to pigs. That's right, my beauty, learn from mistakes. If I have not to punish you for the forgotten lessons of today, do you know, what it will mean? It will mean that the last day you have received the knowledge so much, as many people didn't succeed to receive during all their life. Now you know such things, the most of the people didn't learnt they lived till eighty years old.
      -Maybe, but now it is not up to it, because I want you, - saying this, she embraced her mentor, doing a deep-drawn kiss. He kissed her in return and embraced too.
      -I want you not fewer.
       Inga saw and felt through the clothes that he didn't lie.
     -Moreover, if such a thing takes place in a town, immediately I would profit by your accessibility, that our relations would not be interrupted, but I have a lot of time here.
      -Today you admired me that I took the torments for the love while you had flogged me so, it hurts to sit. I know, you need more of my pain, my torments.
      -I want your state of love would increase to the limit and you give me yourself only in such a state. The more of love is in your soul, the more of pain you can stand. Your readiness for the ordeals in the name of love, it will indicate the sincerity and the force of your feelings. Today, when you agreed without a murmur to receive seventy five strokes, I'd learned, the seeds of your love yielded a powerful and viable fruit. One must only let it ripens.
      -Why don't you show the strength of your love, going through pain too? Here let suffer together, like me.
      -Unfortunately, a thing you take like a torture, I take like a trifle. To receive the same impression as that flogging for your escaping, it should put me to painful death. The forces are unequal. Would you like to attempt? Recently it was a new moon. Before the eighth day of the moon it is useful to cauterize a point on the leg. I don't know, how one must do it according all the rules, sometimes I just cauterize this point with an usual cigarette.
       He took off his trousers and sat down on the trunk of a fallen tree on which they had dinner and talked together often. Then he took a pen, covered his knee with his palm, drew a horizontal line on the leg from the tip of the middle finger, then a vertical line along the prolongation of the little finger. After this he lighted a cigarette, using a thin stick from the campfire and, when the cigarette was starting to smoke, he brought it nearer gradually, then pressed it close to the point of intersection of the lines. Inga smelt scorched a little, but her strange interlocutor even did not move.
      -So what? Let's attempt. Let it will be a test of my love once more.
      -I can't be bothered to tie you now.
      -Let I lie down on the ground, on my back, my hands I put behind my back and couple them. I throw my legs over the log. You sit down on top, above the knees. One your hand keeps my shin, another one cauterizes me.
      -So what? That's a good idea! Put your palm on the knee, - he helped her to put her hand correctly; as well as on his own leg he has drawn on her leg a little cross, marking the necessary point.
      -Lie down, wench.
      -Oh, I'm so afraid! - Inga bewailed, lying down, - myself asked for it.
        She continued to repeat something in a whisper, while he sat down on her legs, lighting up the cigarette. Suddenly her loud squeal has interrupted this whisper. At a distance the shrubs began to crack. A big something moved away quickly, cracking, it seemed, breaking the wood.
       -A poor wild boar. How you startled him!
        Inga smiled in answer.
       -Yeah, I guess, he is the unhappiest among of the three of us, though no one cauterized him.
       -Well, and what are your impressions?
       -The pain from whip is an agonizing one, that is harassing. But from cigarette the pain is a stabbing one, explosive. But such a burn is better than a protracted flogging.
       -You may not do it often. Otherwise it will be a lot of scars on the body.
       -All the same, I love you, - saying this, the girl embraced him.
       -I love you too.
       -If I don't want to sleep, now I would start to pester you, after this being punishable with a hundred swats of lash.
        Only now he felt he wanted to sleep too. The dawn was approaching. In the tent he has bandaged her burn, after this he bandaged his own one. Soon they fell asleep.

                Chapter 7.

       The next day was passed as usual, that is to say, with the same morning rites, with learning, with tea and the long conversations near the campfire. At night both were sleeping without interrupting. However on Friday Inga was flogged severely as never before. As two days before that, the girl being possessed by passion for her severe mentor, she provoked intentionally such a hard ordeal for her.
       It happened this way. During the morning ritual whipping with wire, after five strokes she, unlinking her hands intentionally, rushed with the hugging and the declaration of love to her executioner. He embraced with her a little but didn't agree on her pretensions. Already thirty strokes of threatened her instead the fifteen, but it seemed this is not enough for her. When he demanded stop to play and to take the necessary position, in the first time she didn't obey him, but ran away through the forest, laughing. He had to run fairly before he succeeded in catching her. Being caught, suddenly she dealt him a slap in the face, roaring with laughter, started to run away again. Then he twisted her arm, put her hand behind head so high that she gave a squeak from pain. This has sobered her to some extent.
      -What a beastly wench, I'm going to make you to chew the ground now! - her mentor said strictly, but with a smile. From the pain in the hand, she was made all red without laughing more. So he led her, making to bend down her to the extent that her head was lower than the bare bottoms decorated with the recent welts. Leading her to a fallen tree near the tent, he pulled her hair and ears painful, but not with full force, fearing damage.
       -It was the flowers and berries are going to be now!
        Inga was standing in front of him, being all reddened, the tears rolled down along the both cheeks.
       -All the same, I love you. I'm ready to pass the ordeals you've prepared for me. Flog me without sparing.
      -You are saying this now. And what will you sing, when I will flog you?
      -Don't turn your attention to what is said under torture. You've better to listen what I'm saying now and will say after. When in the first time I caught it from you very hot, I appealed to your pity, to your compassion, I was ready to do anything for you, provided to avoid the pain. But now don't spare me. I want your fierce love. I'm going to scream, ask for mercy, but you don't spare, be my executioner, take pleasure in my screams and moans, in my tears. I'll yell, but flog me nevertheless, let it hurt, till it bleeds. I will love you more.
       The girl fell to her knees and started to kiss his hairy legs.
      -Stand up, Inga, - the first time he addressed her by name. She noticed, he is moved and his eyes became moist a little. - But indeed you are my dream. Your love is wonderful! And you became wonderful. You aren't a dead any more! You have awoken! You have awoken out of lifeless sleep, the same sleep, which all your familiars in Moscow are sleeping. My lovely friend, beautiful girlfriend of the forest, even as pretty as all the nature, pretty as the same life, as the love! Are you ready for the ordeal? I'm going to satisfy your request, o my dear sister in spirit. Bring the ropes, I'm going to tie you to the tree. - he pointed to a tree lying on the ground. - I'll take you through the hellish profundities to the paradisaic heights! - her executioner becoming desirable now, so enthusiastically he just completed his tirade.
       Inga has brought the ropes and reached out them to him.
      -Lie down you, my reckless girl.
       Inga lay down, as if she just rushed in a precipice. The fear was confused with delight in her soul. Smiling, looking naughty, she has said as well as sung:
      -Oh, what is waiting for me I'll get now!
      -Wait for a little. Such a kaif is going for you now!
       Long and diligently he tied her. The wire started whistling sharply and without mercy. The girl moaned a little and complained already.
      -Here is fifteen. It should be the end, but just we are beginning now.
       During the fiftieth stroke of the whip, already she screamed out lamentations as well as at that time, in childhood, under the mother's jump rope. The screams swelled all the way. Then she felt her bottom, just this spot was flogged, it seemed, became stiff, and now the pain is not so strong. Already on the grass sparkled a few little drops of blood. Screaming out "ouch" and weeping lamentably, Inga felt a pleasant warm wave spreading inside herself. It was the most suitable a short word for this feeling, that is "kaif". She came. Then again it hurt unbearably. The screams swelled again and the kaif took place once more. She came at the second time. Then it was a few whizzes and slaps tormenting her body.
      -Now you are flogged as a nanny goat really. Are you content?
      -Yeah, - Inga tried to smile but she all was trembling. - How many strokes have you thrashed me?
      -One hundred and fifty, but still it isn't the end.
      -But I'll not be able to move!
      -Was it said I was going to spank you else?
      -Then what are you going to do? Is it to cauterize me?
      -No, naughty wench, to salt you. - He smiled.
       Suddenly she has got a sense of his words. She was frightened and for good reason. Her executioner drew a handful of the salt, wet it with water from the flask, then he started to spread it on the flogged points, without efforts but studiously.
      -Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch. what are you doing?! S-s-s, - she exerted herself to stand, reddening, finally broke down and began to sob. He began to liberate her from the ropes.
      -May I go to the river? - Asked the girl through tears.
      -You may.
       Inga came to the bank, came down to the water long, went into the water. It was hurt to touch the buttocks. Then she stood in the water near for five minutes. Already the flow should wash off the salt. She began to hobble back, forgetting along the way, sat down on a stump and at once jumped up with a yelp. Her executioner applied an ointment to the welts gingerly, getting it from the first-aid kit. This time Inga was whipped according to all the classic rules: it hurts to touch,  to blood and including the processing with salt. It was scary to look at her bum. It swelled up, solid purple-bluish spots bled in some areas.
      -Put on your training trousers, not the swimsuit, it may pierce.
        Inga asked, smiling:
      -Today am I flogged like that nanny goat, am not I?
      -Really, my dear naughty goat.
      -Is this the last test?
      -There's still one. But you have to rest a few days, let it heal. When it will heal, you will be more beautiful. The already your bum is attractive, prominent. If in childhood you were flogged more often, you generally would be a beauty queen. But don't worry,  all the same I love you.
      -To thrash me in the next time, will you onto the same point again?
      -No. Lots and evenly thorough the body, except the face and breasts.
      -You've right, one must test all. And what if I misbehave before it will heal?
       In answer he spanked her sonorously with palm one time on the point is sore now.
      -Ou-uch! - loudly and slowly the girl uttered a scream, throwing her head back. - M-m-m, oh how it hurts! S-s-s.
      -Well, do you want to misbehave?
      -No, no.
       He spanked her with palm at the second time also sonorously. The girl yelled, bent over, crouched down, blushing.
      -And now would you like, I'll whip you with wire?
      -Do not! I'm afraid!
      -Will you be as meek, wench?
      -Yes, I will be as meek.
      -Tomorrow you got me on the bum really don't spank, please.
      -If you behave well, I'll spank you on other points.
       Inga realized that she must do without any mischief, at least a few days.
      -Now you may take a rest. For today we cut the study.
        This day, he still had several times during the conversation, joking, slapped her, what provoked every time her protester and suffering screams. She at all couldn't sit. However this and next day every reminder, how strong she is flogged, brought her a feeling of a bliss. She agreed internally that she is able to be happy really only together with this mysterious stranger who combined in himself, it seemed, incompatible characters: a rude guy, dressed almost in a bast, a refined inquisitor, a philosopher and a poet.
       The next week Inga had asked for the "torments for the love" once more, after this all her body was thrashed evenly, even the arms. It was no the orgasm, because only different fresh untouched places got it, so nothing lignified, nothing lost the perceptibility. The pain was stabbing, it was enough of screams, tears and lamentations. As he promised, only the face and breasts remained untouched. It was one hundred and fifty strokes too, however nothing hurt after this.
       As soon as she was untied, her passion, being inflamed by the cruel game "jump-screech" as he said, reached its apogee. Her partner in this game was excited not fewer. Inga was sure that he will keep his word; she wasn't mistaken.
       Being untied, just she struck a pose of a thirsting female, in which she desired to give herself to him. This time she had not to entreat him. He has entered into her smoothly and deeply. Inga bawled from pleasure in time with his pushes. It seemed to her that all the earth and the forest stagger with them together. Everything has changed around. Any detail in the milieu surrounding them, signifying nothing, now it got a great meaning, the meaning of the triumph of the Life and the Love. Any trifle: either let it is a drooping leaf of maple, catching the eye by chance, or some forest sound or even a smell, in the distant future, being drawn from stock of memory, suddenly this "trifle" will begin to shine a bright light, illuminating and decorating the gray humdrum daily routine, and then each of both will be able without any proof, but being sure, without any doubt to answer the question to any skeptic or pessimist who asking about the meaning of life, that the meaning of life is the Love.
       And for this moment every such a trifle was like a note which was blending harmoniously into the great symphony of the festival of the life and the love. Both, being deafened by the  final chords of this symphony, a few minutes they weren't able to recover themselves, standing still in the position which they came.
       After all Inga jumped up, turned face to him. They kissed, crushing lips each other and for a long time could not separate out. In a transport of joy they pinched each other to bruises on their back without feeling this.
      -Let's we rest a little, then continue this, - it was the girl who took the lead, offering.
       He has agreed, and both went into the tent. Being easily dressed, they lay about an hour.
      -Well, pretty girl, what else to do with you together? - He was the first to break the silence.
      -And you are well done! Quickly you have regained the strength as in eighteen. Do you know? I'm so depraved. I'm such a bitch! I have such a shameful desire!
      -Didn't I tell you before, that the sexual desires are sacred things, if they aren't dangerous? I would have whipped you now for you forget the lessons, but just I'm too lazy to do it.
      -I want you would violate my second virginity, - the wench said in a whisper like a conspirator, passionately sparkling with her mischievous eyes. He has well understood, but asked just in case:
      -How to understand it?
      -What are you slow on the uptake! Where do you poke your finger me every morning? So you awakened in me this desire. I know, it hurts, however I don't need get accustomed to this, - she passed to a whisper, and her eyes still glowed passionately. - I want to be planted on the stake. You lie down on back and I will hop on it, being in the horsewoman's pose.
      -Well, today your day has come, my beauty. After going through the suffering you have right to choose. Frankly speaking, I want the same. He took an ointment from the first-aid kit and went out the tent. - Let's do it here, on the grass.
      -Let us, - the girl said in a passionate whisper.
       He applied an ointment to the required object, which was increased to its limit again, and lay down on his back. Inga, trembling, overstepped the lying partner so, that now her feet were on either side of him, and she turned her face to him, took the implement of his passion in her hand and started to stick herself onto it.
      -Ouch! - Biting her lip either from pain or from passion, she started to move hither and thither, initially slowly and carefully, but hastening little by little, and moaned in time, doing this. Before he finished, she had time several times to come, and the last time they finished together, her repeated moans changed into the shouting and exclamations: "So me! do me like this! I'm a bad wench, tear me!.." Hearing from afar but without seeing what is going on, one could think that she is flogged again. On the peak of the voluptuousness she bellowed and growled like a wild beast. Soon both went to the river to wash themselves.
      -Are you seeing now that a three weeks ago you lived in an absolutely different world, that is, in a dead one. And during a few days you have done a grand jump from the grey dead world into the alive and colourful one?
      -And you are asking?
      -So. Do not forget today and never come back there.It is a hell there, a darkness. It is a death there, a cancer, alcoholism.
      -Do you want me to stay together with you in the forest forever?
      -Unfortunately it is not possible and it is not about that. Simply: being physically in their world, stay in your own one. Pretending to be as they are, stay yourself. Don't forget who are you, even for a minute. In respect of them you are like an enemy agent who mustn't discover himself and especially, in no case he mustn't go over to their side. Otherwise you would betray yourself, then it would the worst for you, not for me. Although regarding me you are a slave, a forest wench which I spank and will spank every day, but in respect of them you are a princess and they are plebeians, nonentities who had disregarded the Gifts which were given them from heaven. Never forget either those knowledge or this happiness what you have found here.
      And the sun passed beyond the ravine and was setting, shadowing the long shadows. They talked, kissed and sang songs near the campfire. The night approached, and soon she gave herself to him again.

                Chapter 8.

       The 1985 year was passing. That year the summer occurred warm, dry and not very hot. On the all sides of the life certain turnabouts were laid, about which the most of the people didn't suspect, though thirsted for them. Even in the nature not all was silent. It was clear that it isn't possible to avoid the coming change of climate, scientists disputed only about script how it will be, and above the Antarctica the hole in the ozone layer was showing menacingly.
       That year initiated the end of the most inhuman ideology which hadn't brought into any country the promised happiness and flourishing, but instead them the famine, the war, the blood, the baseness and the betrayal - and all this was based on the substitution of the natural feelings for the religion to forced and formal, that is a cold worship of the false images and idols. It is possible from somewhere from space, but sooner from the others unknown for us dimensions, a mortal virus had invaded into the body of the scarlet beast of totalitarianism, and the beast still was strong, suspected nothing, already he had made marry well in the bloodbath of the twentieth century, the beast who had destroyed several tens percents of population in certain countries, transforming the rest to zombi, who dances to the devil's tune. It ripened a beginning of the end of the most viable and the most hypocritical form of his existence, that is communism, who had withstood the cruelest competition with fascism, who is an occurrence fewer viable, but it was taking the field under the red flag too. Using their flags both these ideologies well corroborated the prophecy of the Saint John's Apocalypse about the scarlet beast.
       The whole of this century, as in a deck of cards, stirred people's fortunes were shuffled. As on the surface of the fantastic ocean Solaris, in the society were formed strange disturbances, mysterious currents, preparing a great wave of the turnabouts. Starting to feel his end, the wounded beast resisted, shattering human lives and gaining temporary victories, but in total, the death could not overcome the life as well as the darkness cannot overcome the light. In total not the death, but the life gained and will gain victory always. Exactly one of such victories well occurred in the thick of this forest, forever snatching from the bony forelegs of the dead society, who didn't know the spring, who didn't know the love, from the society, where even "it was no sex", the priceless human soul was saved. Her mentor understood, this is more important, than to plant a tree, this is more important, than to build a house; even it is more important, than to give birth to a human who is never to become a person, remaining unable to think independently until his death. Like a beautiful jewel, this summer was mounted into the ornament of his biography, which was disturbing and full of the struggle. For that great thing he has helped to be done, he got the reward here and now: Inga had become his lover, capable apprentice, faithful and obedient to him bondwomen. He continued to spank her routinely for any little mistake in any subject he instructed her, but now she has learnt to accept the punishments with pleasure and humbly, without sound, without batting an eyelid. Only persons who know her well, if they see her, they would can guess, noticing a barely perceptible change in color or expression on her face, what a strong pain she is standing.
       The punishments were severe as usual and the girl was rather afraid of them before their beginning, although without giving a sign of that. This and in addition to it her reasoning was free now from the prejudices of the crowd, all these things promoted the strong speeding up of the progress of the teaching her. And he taught her both the oriental martial arts and the medieval Japanese science to slink, that is the Ninjitsu, together with it he trained her the mental working. Thanks to him she has learnt a lot of things from the science of the enjoyments. With some difficulty, but still he managed to give her the opportunity to evaluate the benefits of the Tantric sex, however he has warned her after:
       -If you notice you get some new abilities, never tell to anyone about them, even me or the most intimate friend in their world.
       -Is it for not to lose these abilities? - She looked at the teacher's face and learnt that she'd guessed right. He kept silent long, finally said:
      -You are making progress!
       In fact, Inga was making progress in all the things, including the auto-flagellation. Now she became able to spank herself on the most painful spots and her left hand as well as the right one worked smoothly till twenty strokes. Being striped by welts, but happy, she flickered in the forest, a faithful bondwoman towards him and at the same time a majestic queen toward all the rest of the world. Sometimes, when the mentor, looking at her, realized completely, what she was and what she became, the tears of joy came to his eyes. What he has made from her? What he has made from her? Now she was either an amazon or a woman-spy, and it is probable she would be able to compete with the famous Mata Hari. She has become such, she can penetrate there, where penetrate, it seemed, not possible, will do a trick, to do it, it seemed, inconceivable; and will disappear as well quietly, leaving an enemy in full ignorance or inspire in him a superstitious terror, this is according to mission.
      -By chance, don't you prepare me for a bank robbery?
      -An utmost thing I've thieved during all my life, this is two kilos of sausage in a grocery store. I wasn't hungry, I had money too. Just I was angry with these insolent sellers who organized a swinish line to stand two hours, which it may go without, and I suspect, it was with a malicious intent. So these fools of the Brezhnev's time liked to demonstrate their pretended superiority. But I needed only to have relaxed psychologically. Looking to the future, anything may happen, but in any case I don't want to let down you. The fact is I'd helped you to become free and happy, and your freedom must be defended surely. Do you remember, you were afraid to go alone against all. Now there is no fear for you, because you know how to do it. Take a hasty decision never. Remember: everyone may make a mistake. Here, being together with you, I've made one mistake.
      -Yeah. While singing, you imitated Vysotsky.
      -Genius, you've guessed right! And mind you: one must never imitate anyone, only in cases of the absolute necessity, then seek however, that such a situation would not be going on long. And hadn't I made mistakes more?
      -No.
      -But yet all month long you possess such abilities, that's not always a wild boar can sense you, not to mention me. You could run away from me, and if I catch you, now it is a question who would win.
      -You knew, it is the two long months I love you. It's more likely a sheep dog would run away from his owner.
      -And now memorize: you will return never into that world you lived before. - This time Inga hasn't guessed:
      -Is it the nights become longer, the leaves turn yellow and the birds fly south?
      -No. You will return in Moscow but will not recognize it. Now it is an absolutely different city, absolutely different people.
      -But you listen the radio. You same told, if the changes are going to be, then in five years, not earlier, - Inga hasn't guessed again.
      -This is not Moscow is changed, but you are.
      -Then what about you?
      -I mustn't go there. And I don't leave for the south. If I don't do it now, then it may be such a chance will be never. Pray for me. It will be more difficult than to abduct wenches.
      -So, you leave for Karelia.
       It was his turn now to open his mouth from astonishment. He kept calm, but to see into his soul, there was an effect like a bomb has exploded.
      -I trust in you. Such a man as you are, will succeed. But just in case, keep in mind: abroad neither me, nor my relatives there we have no one. If you send me an invitation when you will get into the way of living there, under whatever name it would be, I will know it's from you and will come to you. Soon it will not be forbidden to go abroad, will it?
       He didn't answer long, because he couldn't recover right away: now she could read his thoughts. Finally he confirmed:
      -Everything goes to it.
      -And when we leave this place?
      -Tomorrow morning.
      -So this ends?
      -Do you remember, I taught you: all is changing, and there is no escape from this. Wherever you go, whatever you create, all will change.
       Suddenly Inga fell to her knees and began to sob, embracing his legs:
      -I don't want, I don't want to leave you! Never more, it will nevermore happen to meet such someone as you are, this is a rarity, such a thing not repeats!
      -Inga, pull yourself together! You are showing weakness. A clever enemy would miss never to profit by such a moment.
      -Here is no one, but only we are.
      -However take it into account for the future. And now say to yourself: "first of all I'm a ninja", this encourages very much.
      -But I'm not a ninja and wasn't born in Japan. And I train myself not from birth, but from twenty years old. Although I succeed, but it's not the same thing like a ninja.
      -In some ways not that, but in others ways more than a ninja. They were only blind executors, they had a duty, they served for someone, but you are free from all. You are a strong independent personality. Together with me you are only at the learning, but a battle is your deal, and you will lead it on your own initiative. This is yourself who will weigh and determine all. I'm your mentor, teacher, but not a commander in the war.
       Inga started to calm down little.
      -I well don't want to leave you too. Stand up, - he began to embrace and to caress her. - But understand. If tomorrow we part with you, there is a lot of chances in a few years to see each other again and in safer conditions. On the Karelian-Finnish border I know all the ins and outs already. But if we continue it, maybe we will meet never. Here the ground is burning under my feet. You will recognize this... in Moscow.
      -It is long you didn't thrash me cruelly, as for that escape or as when I had given myself to you in the first time. Tie me, arrange me a cruel thrashing at parting, otherwise tomorrow it will be no time. Let during three days it will hurt me to sit, though these days I will recollect clearer both you and including all this, - and she drew a circle, moving her hand in the air.
      -My dear forest girl friend. I love you and am going to comply with a request. Take the ropes, let's go.
       Finally she smiled.
      -Do you know? I'm not scared at all now., - She made playful eyes at him, it seemed, as shooting with them, and sang a phrase which became her favorite in such cases:
      -Oh, what is waiting for me I'll get now!
      -You are a nice wench! And such as you are now, I love you more, even I would not like to flog you. However, though our love is cruel but beautiful, because the love is beautiful in all its varieties. Then let's observe its rules.
      -What position in should I be?
      -In parting, one time choose yourself.
       Inga hesitated. At first, as usual, she thought to go down on all fours, but, remembering her fantasy about a corporal punishment in a town square, on the place of execution, a whip in hangman's hand, who is dressed in the red hood with holes for eyes, covering his face, finally she has decided:
      -Let, standing tied to a tree, as then. To this tree, - she indicated with her hand a century-old spruce.              -Let as you want.
       Inga gave him the ropes and he started to tie her.
      -Surely, I'm trying in vain. Now you became as with iron will.
      -But to be tied is more interesting.
      -Let as you want.
       The preparation was over. Already Inga has disposed herself to the ordeal, pursed her lips, staring at the ground. Here the procedure has begun already, but the girl stood as being with iron will in fact. By Spartan she stood the pain the most of people would perceive as unbearable one. First bright welts with small drops of blood on their ends, against a background which the former ones have faded, have adorned her suggestive roundness already, but her face not changed, only reddened a little, while the number of the traces of the cruel game increased and increased. It went on for a long. Then, when the buttock was flogged thoroughly, nevertheless something started to change in her face, and it was difficult to explain this by words, more difficult to recognize, but still what was occurring to her. She came, but tried don't show on the surface neither the pain, nor the passion. The whip went on to whistle for a long and she had time to come the two times again. When it was ceased and he came to her to untie, she said in some changed voice:
      -Wait. Now rub with salt, - the intonation was a strange one, he didn't hear from her before.
      -Isn't it too much for you?
      -I said: rub! - The tone was well imperious one. - I can stand all. - last words were said with some fanatic joy. He went aside and returned soon with a handful of the wet salt, at once starting to rub her studiously. A tear rolled from the eyes of this girl who became a courageous one now, and she smiled. It was not possible to recognize, what of thing is more here, the suffering or the bliss.
      -Now I'm going to love you more. And always if I'm sad, I'll remember what has been now. This wild pain will be my consolation for long. And now I want to give you myself, being tied.
       They finished quickly and simultaneously and in the same moment they, it seemed, were carried away into some fairy world. Hereafter this last day will shine in the distant future like a bright searchlight. Each of them will can contend surely, without any doubt, that the happiness EXISTS in the life. Only one must be able to extract it from the bosom of the own self. In this forest they perceived the happiness without looking at it from aside, but experiencing it themselves, examining a great lot of its fanciful sides, experiencing a great lot of its resources, an immense and inexhaustible number.
       And the trees were silent...  But it was not a simple keeping silence. Keeping silence, they told about something, what is untranslatable into human language. Being silent, the trees tell, as someday some unknown person said, about the lost paradise, which Adam and Eve lived in.
       Different churches interpreted, what is the very essence of sin in, in different ways, but they missed the main. Why they, the same who spoke so much about their love of our Lord Jesus Christ, did not make use of His doctrine: to know a tree by its fruits? And what was the first fruit of the Fall, which appeared at once? Such, that Adam and Eve had become confused and had put on the loincloths. Then the public opinion was appeared, saying "Oh, what the people will say?"... "What will be talking the Princess Mary Aleksevna?" They mustn't be ashamed of God, Who had created them as they are, a man and a woman. But they started to be ashamed the public opinion, what they put in the God's place, they started to be ashamed of this world, whose prince is the very satan. And it was not so important, was there the two persons or two thousand. They created their world, called civilized, but it must not take in this world THE CONFORMIST INSTINCT, which saved the primitive men from misfortunes, but here it was appeared like the most vulnerable point for the devil's intrigues.
       But the humanity will return in the lost paradise. All the history was developed according the best scenario of possible, no matter whatever terrible or whatever repulsive certain its moments would seem us. In golden letters the names of the first pioneers who had returned, are inscribed into the history already: Jesus Christ, Gautama Siddhartha, Muhammed, Krishna and in our age of contrasts - Osho Rajneesh. After them others are following already, with a titanic work winning from darkness centimeter by centimeter.
       Peoples lost these gardens of the Eden, because they couldn't appreciate them. The only one who had experienced the jail, he is able to know the price of freedom. The only those who had gone through the darkness and overcame most difficult obstacles to run away from it, only they are able to love the Eternal Light. Here is why this darkness, these sufferings were needed - all this had served for the welfare, that is let the humanity return into the lost world again, but more mature, with new knowledges, which cannot be gotten in theory, but only gain through suffering, using the own personal experience of everyone, overcoming all the obstacles, passing all the way to the end.
       Now our heroes walked along this way both together. The mysterious abductor, by fate, went, being the first one. He picked up roughly a girlfriend, who slept on the dump of the history, had woken her roughly and opened her eyes. Now she is capable to go along the way alone, and she will return to this dump never.
      -How will we take leave? - Inga asked on the morrow.
      -Here is a shallow place in the river. I'll help you to wade. Then we will speak and move back till we'll cease to hear each other. And then every of us will go along his own way. Where you should go, I've drawn, to northeast, but you've better to find the footpath. There are seven kilometres till a stop of the bus. Several times a day there is a bus to the city, which soon will be named Sergiev Posad.
      -And now?
      -Zagorsk.
      -So that's where we had arrived, being tramping from Rogachevo! And where had we crossed the canal?
      -Do you remember, yet in the night I led you, eyes tied, on some asphalt? That was, we crossed the bridge near a village Morozki.
      -And you to Dmitrov?
      -You've guessed. There the slowest train passes to Peter, but I'll pass by the city, going down from the train in the station Mga.
       He packed up the things, gave her two bags, put into the first the nuts and in the second one the mushrooms, which they gathered, then he gave her money for the trip and, taking away the boots, carried her on his shoulders to the eastern bank of the river, then returned to his bank. Suddenly Inga bethought:
      -Wait, don't go. I didn't ask the main thing. How did you learn about me, that I exist in this world?
      -Six years ago I worked on the land-surveying geodetic job. One day a mission to the city Volzhsky is near Volgograd, was canceled. It was a stoppage and our brigade was sent into one-day work in Moscow, into your alley, in Sokol district. While my fellow worker made the drawings, I stood at the corner of your house with lath, suddenly hearing, someone flogged you. What a good kaif I had caught that time! I decided, it was obligatory, though from afar to look at this girl. It wasn't complicated. You were found well proper to my taste... No, it would be little to say... My dream! But then you were very young, in spite of the fact you were taken shape already. "Grow faster, my pretty girl, and I'll abduct you". I was busy, however during these years I had more than enough of the time to plan well and prepare the operation of abducting you.
      -So, an unfortunate day when I was strong spanked, did it turn out as the most happy? Here what a miracle! Wow, how it may be! However, it seemed, you were younger. Did I see you from the window?
      -You didn't make out. I pulled my crocheted hat over my eyes to hide the riffles on my forehead, that time they were already, but my figure was svelte always. Even now, sometimes someone calls me loudly right after: "Hey, kid!" If I turn back, seeing me, they make excuses.
       Standing, Inga was glad. This information instilled a fresh wave into her perception of her own happiness. They started to disperse slowly, moving back and continuing the conversation.
      -But I realize well, WHAT you have done for me. Without you, all my life I would live with closed eyes. How must I thank you?
      -Thank Him, - he raised up his forefinger, - and don't forget to pray for neither you, nor me would be found behind barbed wire. You obliged me nothing. You are free, absolutely free.
      -Is it, even including, to be unfaithful to you?
      -You cannot be unfaithful to me. You cannot be unfaithful to human, fucking with a dog. Those, whom you'll meet, even if their sexual orientation agrees with the yours, all the same there nothing common will be, besides the sex. Then seek open their eyes, but don't forget about pearls and pigs. However those are jealous who are scared to become worse than others. But I don't afraid of this. I know my value.
      -Say though at parting,  what is your name?
      -I'm a human from planet Earth. My surname symbolises the ripeness and, it's possible, the wisdom, though it's nothing to learn from our old people, they are blockheads: thanks to Soviet power. My name is from the word "life" and my patronymic is from the word "human", you'll recognize this in Moscow!
      -What?!
      -In Moscow you will learn! - Already he shouted, long ago ascending onto the high bank of the river.
      -In what way?!
       They moved back gingerly and already ceased to hear each other. Then her lover, gathering all his strength, shouted:
      -Goodbye, Inga! My love!
      -Goodbye, my love! Take care of yourself! I need you!
      -We'll meet! We'll meet certainly! - The echoes had spread through all the forest.

                Chapter 9.
       Soon Inga reached the footpath, almost overgrown, and moved along it to the northeast. She waited for a bus near one hour. The bus was full of people and she was traveling standing. In Zagorsk on the square of the railway station the both of kind of two idiots showed on her with a finger, smiling  gloatingly. Inga remembered that now she is in the rear of the enemy and she had begun to multiply in the mind three-digit numbers. This helped to keep herself imperturbable and to restrain the manifestation her own aura which was not peculiar to the rest of the people now.
       While she waited for electric train, a few times she was asked, how much time now or how to get to some point, but in fact they wanted to examine her better. In the electric train, then in the metro she sat, overcoming the pain because of the yesterday. The parents waited for her from day to day. They were calmed already. Inga knew it. Her abductor, but now a lover, he had cared for this yet a few years ago, having captured some of her school notebooks, that was not so difficult for his purposeful nature. He spoiled a lot of paper, before he perfected till automatism the first consolatory letter to Inga's parents, learning to forge her handwriting so skilfully, only a professional expert would be capable to detect the falsification. The content of the letter was that she has become an adult now, she may have her own private life and the other day she is going to slip away from the village insensibly in an unknown direction, also she distrusts her friend Tania, so Tania will know nothing too.
       Ascertaining, that the abduction of the girl is well prepared, calculating, that during a several days whatever disruption of the operation is not probable in a practical manner, he sent this letter written by his hand as if from Inga, from Konakovo. He knew, letters go very long from a province of another region, it's possible more than a week, and the stamp of Konakovo on the envelope will confuse traces of the disappeared girl.
       The following letters were written by the daughter's hand in fact. She had written them willingly and would do it without any fear of the punishment. In the case of disappearance and in the absence of news from the daughter who has disappeared, the parents in their fancy could imagine well more terrible pictures, than the events taking place in fact. Their troubles would be in vain. It would be impossible to find her, perhaps, if even the security of the Politburo would depend upon this. And if they cannot help, though let them be calm.
       He traveled to Moscow for groceries, at the same time sending her letters, and to hasten the returning, that the girl would have no time to run away, he spent a lot of money on a taxi and shopping, commensurate with the average wage. Always he returned in time, before his captive girl, being dosed with sedatives, would come to her senses entirely. In the last letter the prodigal daughter promised to return during these days, without saying in what a day. On the third letter nevertheless the parents decided just in case to report the police, presenting these three letters from daughter. Already they were calmed.
       An investigator Puzyrkov was corpulent, with a double chin. Now he was loaded with two housebreaking thefts, then it was added else an unsolved murder a local bully who was a cad and a drunkard; the murder was committed by a man clearly not from this district, this case, it was so hard to get rid of which, and finally this case was loaded on a colleague - because of all this, he was ready to lose his temper and scold the visitors with unprintable words, also among his colleagues he passed for a cynical, hard-mounted man who is a fond of the scabrous anecdotes. If someone unknown divined, on the basis what difficult to explain, about his profession, in the same time asking directly: "Don't you work in the organs?", then Puzyrkov turned this into a joke, answering: "Those organs, I work, are female ones. However, seeing a well-dressed couple was, both were about fifty years old and conformed the soviet standards of the Brezhnev's epoch, he decided to restrain himself and to grasp the essence of the matter. He was not stupid so much to express his discontent to these visitors, especially in his usual form.
       The information they brought, gladdened him, because it imposed on him no duty. It was clear not enough reasons to institute criminal proceedings for any article. Even it was better. Zatsepin, a friend from KGB, whose room was at the end of the corridor, who gave him clever advices often, thanks to them his clients, that is the criminals, were caught better a little. Therefor, as it becomes, one must spare reciprocal signs of attention, delivering an information, which one day would be found a useful one. The main thing is to pretend as one seeks. He knew, now the KGB is perplexed by searching some elusive scribbler who replenishes the Samizdat, in addition he distributes leaflets with instructions of the disobedience the soviet power and of the struggle against it. Once Zatsepin told him, that wanted scribbler, he has an inclination to abduct wenches. Long ago, near ten years, he was exposed in a preparation of abducting a lover girl in the district Kuntsevo, when her parents were so tired of him, that he was put in a prison for a short while. Then it was impossible to prove the fact of the criminal preparation and the detection of intent, as it's known, is non-punishable. The article 206 (hooliganism) is a magic wand, if one wants to rid of someone, but nothing to complain about.
       'What if this is he? Don't be too sure. More probable this isn't he and no abducting but one mustn't let the chance slip, one time more to show for Zatsepin as I would do something for him. If that, he will be glad and will hope: perhaps soon he will catch this scribbler, and the Chiefs will put a fucking star once more on his epaulets" - Puzyrkov calculated in his mind.
      -Of course, I understand you, - he said out loud, - it is unpleasant for you, but don't worry. You see the modern youth, what it is. This is nothing compared the others. The living experience will make her cleverer eventually. Here is nothing terrible. We had a lot such cases, they disappeared from home, sent no letters, as the yours did, then they reappeared after quarrel with their lovers as a rule. They were decent too, from good families too. But still your daughter, she doesn't forget you, she sends the letters. By the way, just in case you might not have to leave these letters with us?
      -Of course, take them, if it's necessary.
      -I'll return you them after. I would like to make a request else, bring something is written by her hand, please, old school notebooks maybe.
      -With pleasure, we are going to bring them right today, something was preserved...
      -Don't worry you. Never and nowhere she has been seen in something bad thing. But if these letters contain a demand of money, such a situation would be dangerous in fact.
      -God forbid! But you see, she doesn't ask money, only reassures, and a "private life", you see, is in the way of things.
      -So what are you worried about? After spending a good time in summer, she will go back, it's possible, she will become smarter. If she sends the letters again, bring them us please. Oh no! She's all right. Simply, even though the law we can do nothing with this type, however one must summon him to talk, let the next time he doesn't hide and doesn't disturb the people. For sure, though one time he had a chance to come to your home to appear in your presence.
       The parents brought her old school notebooks at the same day. Not in service, but in friendship he asked another friend who was an expert including the handwriting, to verify, whose hand had written the letters. For the expert this was easy to do, but... he had to verify a few times, isn't an error there. It turned out, there was something fishy. The two last letters and the school notebooks were written by the same hand in fact, but the first letter was a skillful made forgery.
        At first Zatsepin was gripped by the hunting excitement, but after considering all this, he understood, it profits him nothing till the disappeared girl would return back.
      -As soon as she gets back, summon her to your place and I will talk with her, - Zatsepin asked Puzyrkov.
       Finally, when it was clear the autumn came, in the heat of the Indian summer, two his supergrasses who were already retired, constantly sitting on the bench near the entrance, they reported that the same Inga, as if she was disappeared, reappeared towards evening, being dressed in shabby sports clothes and a shabby sneakers, carrying two bags with mushrooms and nuts.
      The large city impressed with Inga a repulsive feeling not right away. It was some no novelty. During several months she was tired of the forest already, but she will be bored because of the city in several days. But now she looked with interest at the wide streets, thundering with their cars yet not grown hateful for the time being and the smooth asphalt, what it was so easy to step on, it rendered her the feeling of the lightness and of the insouciance. The parents met her in a friendly way, as equals. In answer she talked a lot of nonsense to them in a friendly way too, as if she lived in a lover's dacha, situated in a district of Konakovo and this lover told about himself not much, because he works in organs, then she was tired of him and they quarreled, he said in the end, if she or someone attempts to compromise him, it will be troubles. Finally nevertheless they were parted with each other, as noble persons for a farewell cup of tea, he gave her for the journey mushrooms and nuts, and she put off.
       With compassion and understanding Inga looked at the parents, for she surpassed them in the development of a long way forward now. These home people who were older than her thirty years, unfortunately they would can teach her nothing. If she tries to share with them with her new knowledge, they would close their ears, even if they started to listen and to dispute, all the same they would understand nothing. It hurt to sit at the table, however she didn't show it, and this excited her in an original manner,  But there an anger with the state was added, the state which transformed her close persons into zombi with soviet mentality, and a few months ago she was the same and she had a chance to remain the same for all her life,  all her friends remain the same and now it will be not interesting to communicate with them. But the only man, with whom she a lot to talk about, with whom may talk with an openness, overstepping all the limits, all day, now in a train he was moving away to the northwest.
       The next day she spent at home, resting, getting accustomed to the former situation. Finally the day passed, the evening came. She sat a little in front of the TV, which she will soon get bored with, however the next morning a summons from the police was gotten.
      -Go, my daughter, so it's not nice to hide. Puzyrkov is a good man, he sympathizes with us. He is interested in your friend, but it looks like a raven crow eye does not eat dog.
       The mother advised her to dress better. Inga obeyed but without someone's knowledge she elected to dress herself without any underwear. She went out into the street. For some reason she remembered, her lover, paraphrasing the Gospel, whether in jest or earnest he said her a few days before the separation:
      -You will not see me for a long time, but soon you will see me.
And she had seen him. He looked at her from a stand under an inscription: "They are wanted by the police":

                "Wanted a dangerous felon
                Sedyh Vitaly Adamovich
                Birth 1940  ...
                The police will be grateful ..."

       Inga scanned the text till the end. There was no word on whether, what the "felon", who devoted so much effort, had done.
       It was her "a human from planet Earth" with Siberian surname, with Russian name of Latin origin and with Polish patronymic, so old by the calendar and so young in life, in every sense.
       Being thrilled, but without showing any emotion on the surface, Inga came into the local police station and greeted politely with a man on duty.
               
                Epilogue.

       From Puzyrkov she was led right away into the room of Zatsepin. She had a little time to see on the door a part of the inscription: "... of the State Security".
       Making a decent impression upon the colleagues in the Puzyrkov's room, in the Zatsepin's room Inga made eyes at him, naming him a "knight of cloak and dagger". He was trying to speak with her as strictly as possible, showed her a picture of her forest lover, naming him in the same time a "traitor of Motherland" but she succeeded to show no emotion and she declared that she was unaware of this man and told else as if her lover, he works in the police too, occupying far not a last place there.
      -And don't make a face. You will not succeed to influence upon me. I know nothing and I'm sure you are not going to fuck me with a red-hot soldering iron in my ass, to put out my eyes or to set the needles under my nails!
      -But I'm going just to spank you. Here I'll lift your skirt and spank you with a belt. - You'll sing other songs then!
      -But someone has passed ahead of you already, - saying this and smiling, Inga stood up, turned back and lifted her dress, which was nothing under. The traces of the recent cruel flogging provoked no doubts. -You may well contribute your mite too. Even I'll not scream, taking care of your reputation... Let's lock up the door?
      -Sit down, silly wench!
       Right away he had understood, that no parents did this. He saw them, this is not their doing. Then... all is clear. She is a masochist and her lover is a sadist. Zatsepin worked in the institution where such things were well understood. However in the file of his client it was not anything like this. Even if it's he, then his capability to play a double game does him credit. But... good bitch!.. The conversation between them was changed in another subject is distracted, that is in the everyday things, because a further confrontation could breathe upon him really. She was not at all some pilferer who would be caught in the Kazansky railway station but a girl is awful courageous and in the same time sly, circumspect and restrained if one have to keep herself so, a girl who has succeeded to show herself well already before the subcontractors, that is the policemen.
       It was profitable for the both, to draw together to warm out each other some information about the same man. As for her - to find out what he has done and what is threatening at him. As for him - to ascertain whether her lover is the same wanted client or just an outside kinky who loves to flog wenches and has no relation with the political nonconformity. The conversation was over the fact, that Zatsepin left her his number, then they met and became lovers for a while.
       Even two times he had belted Inga properly by her request, a few times they visited a restaurant. For Inga it was deeply disgusted his soviet circle, these persons were busy and tiresome, who looked askance arrogantly at her, who made their career, using the suffering of others, whom in any average country nobody would consider them as criminals. It was noticeable they didn't approve his choice, understanding at the same time this is needed for their business. Zatsepin succeeded to understand from all this, that no matter whether her cruel lover is the same who is wanted, it is very likely she herself doesn't know where he is now. She succeeded to learn, he is wanted only political reasons and KGB wants to jail him for a very long time and as far as possible to add to him the article 64: "The treason Motherland". As for criminal aspect, she was the only who knew about the "gravest" his crimes, that was teaching her Yoga and karate what was forbidden by the Criminal Code of the Russian Federation. As regards the abducting, now she herself didn't want to part with him. Long ago he had wounded someone with knife in fact, but that was rather a heroic act, than a crime. She had very little to do with Zatsepin, except the sex. Now she had to think, in what way to get rid of him.
       There was a former schoolgirl, Inga's friend Milka, who was considered not quite justly a first beauty in their class. One day Inga had presented Zatsepin to her, as he is the same lover, with whom all the summer she vanished in a dacha in the district of Konakovo. That girl felt a jealously till the heartburn, and Inga, even pretending to be jealous a little, but not too much, gave a chance to Milka, let she would win over this "happiness" gradually. Zatsepin already was tired of the life of a bachelor, he was thirty five years old, he made the proposal to Milka, and in February of the 1986 they had married. His circle liked Milka more.
       In the 1991 after the putsch, the section of the KGB, where Zatsepin served, was disbanded, and he found himself out of work. Attempting to repair an omission, he started to go back and forth to trade in Turkey, and near two years later, quarreling with mafia from something, he was killed in a skirmish. Milka ruined herself by drinking, sank till the area of the three railway stations, dissolving herself in the circle of the local tramps and whores.
       In the same 1991 Inga had acquainted in Moscow with a citizen of Argentina of the middle class, went to his country, and they made a formal marriage. Don't worry, dear reader, I have a surprise for you. Antonio Pereira and SedYh Vitaly are the same person. There they created a not great community, so a little known, which was continuing the cause of Osho Rajneesh, who left this world recently, but the community became with his own specific bias.
       What one may say about the relations inside the group? The people are enough reserved and it is difficult to guess about the sexual side of their life, however in the climate relatively warm all of them are dressed lightly and from time to time one can see on many members of the community the traces either from a switch or from a lash on the bare parts of the body. All of them seem content and happy. No serious conflicts within the group can be known. There aren't the Slavs, excepting Inga and Vitaly, whose name is Antonio now, generally among them there are immigrants from Europe and USA. Our main characters, speaking each other, increasingly use the English or the Spanish. The community is not distinguished by some eminent wealth, however, it's obvious that they have enough to live quite well.
       Almost every year our heroes come to Russia. The friends from the community accompany them. They take backpacks and go camping. As a rule, their route begins near that village, which is located not far from Rogachevo, and ends at the same place where the soul, who was doomed for the miserable existence in boredom and ignorance till the end of life, but now she has gained the freedom, the knowledge and the way to perfection.
       It's noticed, when our heroes with their brothers and sisters in spirit are in Russia, in the triangle Moscow-Taldom-Alexandrov it rains never. Maybe, this is only a coincidence...
                FIN

            The narrative was written in Russian from 5 to 30 of August 1999.