Unchangeable penny Strugatsky. Unchangeable stud. In culture and art
Due to numerous requests from readers, and especially respected readers, this collection of children's stories has been created. Some of them you could read in other books, others only in this collection. Happy reading!
Unchangeable stud.
Collection of children's stories.
The last war flew through the villages and villages of our region like a black whirlwind. And, although there were no battles on our land, the mobilization with a frequent comb cleaned out almost all the men, and the remaining women and girls languished in hard work. "Everything for the front, everything for victory!" this slogan hung not only in rural clubs, but in offices, it was in the heart of every inhabitant of our region.
Almost at the very source of the Belaya Uba, ten kilometers from the rocky mass, overgrown with cedar mountain Sinyukha, stood the village of lumberjacks - Kedrovka. Five dozen houses, an office of a forest plot, a reading room, which is also a club, that's the whole village. Do not look for it on the map, there is no Kedrovka, who have left, where the last inhabitants, have long left, in 58. However, during the war years, life was in full swing in this bearish corner. In the summer, the Indian and widowed working population needed not only to fulfill the plan for logging, but to have time to grow a garden, stock up hay for horses and rare cows. It was also good to have help - the growing boys, only five, and to hay, to bring shocks there, and with a pitchfork under a stack to serve dried fragrant grass, a good help. They had Valerka, 15 years old, as the main one, and any adult would envy his judgment and dexterity in business! So they grew up in a difficult military hard times. " Nothing, sometimes they dreamed Fathers will return, let's have a rest!" They returned, but not all of them, a funeral came to Valerka's father back at 41. In total, 6 people came from the front, and 54 left. And there was little hope for three who came - they came from the war crippled. The village was perked up - they walked for two days, but what about? For the victory, for the returning fellow villagers, it was possible. The boys, too, were drunk on the mead. Valerka just didn’t drink, his character was stubborn, hard as granite on the white-foaming rifts of the river, he once said, “I won’t drink or smoke, I don’t need it.” He said - as he cut it off.
The work day has arrived. After the victory, things did not decrease. That's just the front-line soldiers will come together and accept a hundred "front-line" ones, they are not in a hurry to work. “We suffered ours at the front, we lived so many years under death!” answer any woman who reasoned with them. She will leave. Braids and pitchforks on the shoulders and on distant meadows on foot, the hay season is short in the foothills.
One day Uncle Petya's nephew came to the village to visit a soldier who had returned from the war. He was wonderfully dressed - black trousers, narrow, a white shirt, some ruffles on his chest, frills, like on women's blouses, black shoes on his feet, shiny with varnish, this is something from our dust! " Why are you, Kolyan dressed up like that?"The boys pestered him, He explained to them:" My ancestors, in the eighth generation were the Spanish nobility, the Spanish grandees were rich» « Yes, where you can know it?», « I compiled my genealogical tree, according to archives and libraries Kolyan parried the antics of the boys.
« What other geological tree? the guys were amazed. They started to tease him, but the city guy turned out to be nimble, he quickly broke a couple of noses, and when the locals grabbed the stakes, the wooden pole in his hands miraculously knocked out their formidable weapons from the hands of the attackers. " Darkness, Kolka laughed, I had to learn to fence, I don’t have among you equal!»The guys are depressed - but how, ours are being beaten! Valery was not in the village at that time, the mowing was far away, why wander back and forth in vain, so he reasoned - to stay on the mowing for a couple of nights.
His horse will rest, graze at night. He was not afraid of wolves, they are not dangerous in the summer, but bears! But Valerka had a trick in store here too - he gathered behind the forge a piece of iron of various rusty, but not suitable ones, set fire to a little gunpowder on each of them, and spread it around his camp. The bear will not go further if he smells iron and the smell of gunpowder, they are scientists for this, scientists by life itself.
On Saturday, Valerka enters the village on his horse, but it must be said about his horse separately, the horse was special, like a dog obeyed Valerka. Who else sits on it, it seems that it executes all the commands, but not like that, everything strives to turn sharply, then stop at once, it can’t cope with it in any way! So no one approached her, everyone recognized her as the owner of Valerka, and they gave the horse a nickname too - “Valerka”, after the name of the owner.
Valerka drives past the club on his horse, and there the guys are clustered together with this “Spanish grandee”. As they saw, and let's scoff: “In! Valery on "Valerka" rides!
Kolka they now seem to be the leader, everyone wants to show themselves in front of him. He comes up to Valerka and says: “Well, let me ride?”. Valerka got off the horse with pleasure: “On!”
He stood aside and looks at how events will develop further. And Kolyan swung his shoes with a shovel and perched on Valery the horse. She just moved her ear. The horseman urged her on. The horse galloped off at a brisk trot. " Stop! stop! blissed out Kolka. Somehow turned it back and drove up to the club. I remembered about the reins and pulled them. The horse stood up as if rooted to the spot. The “Spanish grandee” Kolka rolled head over heels over her head from his horse and tumbled into the dust. Well, he didn’t crash, but a lot of resentment and anger immediately accumulated in him. Yes, and how not to be - the guys are neighing, and on the porch the girls are filled with laughter.
Kolya immediately to Valerka and let's shake his breasts: “ All you, yelling, with my stupid horse!" Valerka took his hands away so lightly, caught him miraculously, spun around in a non-village way, and Kolka sank down on his knees into the dust. " Oh you are so! ”, Anger and resentment boiled in the blood of the “Spanish grandee”, He tore off a stake from the fence and to Valerka. The guys did not even have time to stand between them! Valerka didn't budge, he just turned sideways and threw his right hand forward and up in response to a blow, one, turn and Kolka again tumbled through his own weapon. " All, calmly said Valerka, you bored me!" We rushed to Valerka: “ What, yes how, teach us the same!" He waved it off: Then, then", He speaks. He turned around and went straight to the drunk front-line soldiers. Those, resting, sat on a bench, smoked shag and watched the brawl of the guys.
« What, fathers, defenders, we sit, we rest? - they only raised an eyebrow at Kolkin's question.
« We have been working tirelessly, "Everything for the front, everything for victory!", thought you'd be back you, life will be easier, and you? Beer, yes moonshine whipping all day long, there’s no sense from you!» « Well, well, take it easy, boy"- lazily snapped Valerkin's neighbor, Uncle Vanya," would have looked like death, with ours, so he would have known how much this front-line gunpowder is!»
« It’s not my fault that I didn’t go out for years and didn’t get to the front, but I would have got, so I wouldn’t have draped to Moscow, until your ass rests on the Kremlin", how Valerka suffered!
The front-line soldiers already choked with anger: “ Well, you, puppy, with our blood, with our lives, we won the victory, and you have decided to shame us, but to filth us!”
« And what would your blood and life be worth without us, our help? Valerka cut off their impulse, a Are you back to work? So immediately the women and us boys felt better? "Front one hundred grams, front one hundred grams", only heard from you, yes, endless breaks, extra working hands so now oh, we need it!»
The men looked at each other, lowered their eyes: You do not measles us, we are used to drinking, but strong tobacco, you will grow up and become addicted yourself, then you will begin to understand us»
« I won't drink or smoke, Valerka firmly stated, this is all nonsense, a person can do without it. Now, if it was necessary for a person to smoke, so he would be born with a pipe on his head, the smoke came out easily, and it was so important to drink, then he would have three legs, homealways reached, unlike some did not lie under the fences! And for work and everything else, he has everything!” The peasants laughed in unison, shook their heads and slowly went home. Everyone went to work the next day. Reasoned them Valerka!
He came once, about fifteen years ago he came. Perestroika has already passed with might and main through the villages and cities with a skating rink of poverty and unemployment. He became a scientist, but how? Valerka, he is stubborn - he will achieve his goal. Somehow he found me, and we went to our native ashes. And what? It even looks like it! Weeds and nettles, birches grew up in the place of our street, and only the river still bit into the steep sides of the boulders. We walked through the places where our log houses stood and Valerka pulled me further into the taiga. Straight to the far end. He found a noticeable place for him alone and began to rake the ground under a mossy boulder. " Well, think - treasure looking!»
He pulls out a birch tuesok, shook it off the ground, the birch does not rot for years in the ground.
With a knife, he cuts off leather straps soaked in tar, and under the lid - a solid lump of wax!
He carefully poked around this wax and took out four notebooks, simple notebooks, but of an old, pre-revolutionary work. " This is what my father bequeathed to me, and his grandfather”Valerka answered my question. While walking back, he told me his family history. His grandfather served the king - father in special troops, this is something like our special forces. In those notebooks, a collection of all the techniques of hand-to-hand combat - Russian "kung fu", but what? It will be cleaner than Chinese tricks!
Valery in his younger years trained slowly on the mowing, away from prying eyes.
Oh, how many lives could be saved if these notebooks fell into the right hands before the war! Only Valerka shook his head: “ They would have reprimanded my father, but to hell with me, for these notebooks, there was a time, you know what - execution, the son of a White Guard, and the grandson of a White Guard, who would reckon with us!»
Oh Russia, Russia! We do not remember either our heroes or our past achievements!
Do not look for Kedrovka on the map, the last time there were topographers in 1947, they asked the locals: “What is the name of the village?” "What village? Only widows remained!” one of the locals joked. Only then remained on old map a small circle instead of a village of lumberjacks, with a sad name - Widow.
And Valerka? Valery Erofeevich, now an academician, director of some military institute, they made a rocket, but such that it shoots down another rocket on the fly! The Americans offered him big money, invited him to America. Only Valerka told them, he said, and again he snapped: “ I, homeland or wholesale, I don't sell takeaway! How could the merchants know how fresh hay smells, how the dew glistens in the morning on the grass, and they didn’t have widow villages, even if they remained only on old maps.
There was a small space between the barn and the poultry shed. The owner of the yard kept unnecessary things there. Well, not entirely unnecessary: everything in the countryside will come in handy someday! So some boxes were waiting in the wings, old buckets without a bottom and a dismantled iron bed with beautiful bumps. In summer, everything sprouted with nettles, and two huge burdocks firmly secured their right to this land. It was in this piece of paradise that the Mouse was born.
Her brothers and sisters called her Mouse. She had five of them - three brothers and two sisters. It seemed to the mouse that she had everything, like everyone else - soft gray fur, semi-circular ears that could stick out so beautifully on the top of her head, black beady eyes and a moderately long tail. Mom said that her youngest daughter is the most beautiful, the most cheerful and smartest. Maybe that's why the elders were a little jealous of her and teased her as a baby. That's what they called it: mouse - baby! Only they were always called to play: the Mouse was the ringleader in all games and the inventor of new ones.
Mom herself showed the mouse children a place under a strong box and warned that no one would even dare to stick their nose out from under it.
There, in the spacious rural yard, many dangers awaited the unreasonable mice. But the most terrible misfortune was, of course, the cat! The mouse always obeyed her mother, but it seemed to her that the rooster was the most terrible in the yard. Look how early he started screaming loudly! After his screams, the Mouse became so scared that she could not sleep! It was always dry and warm in their mink. Mama mouse dragged a lot of soft grass and even found about five fluffy feathers somewhere. Dad is a mouse, he immediately said that a rooster had lost one feather. And although it was the softest and warmest, it always seemed to the Mouse that this unknown enemy and robber would come and take it away.
She even had a dream - a huge rooster, taller than mom and even dad, sneaks up on her, plucks a bright feather from her and yells loudly: “Give it back - this is mine!”
In fear, she woke up and listened sensitively - no, no one was sneaking up, and dad, too, was lying at the entrance to a deep hole.
Finally, she plucked up courage and asked her father: did he see a rooster?
Papa laughed at Mouse's words, but then became serious and invited her to look at this loud-voiced scarecrow. The mouse agreed. He and dad crept to the corner of the barn and Mouse, with bated breath, saw what huge world located outside the box they were playing under!
And although it was not such a big rural yard, for a small mouse it seemed endless. A lot of ridiculous animals roamed the yard. Why, they were real freaks! They had only two paws instead of four, the tail was fluffy and sticking up, but the most painful thing was the nose! It was long and sharp.
“Look, look,” papa slowed down the Mouse, “there, the one with the fluffiest and longest tail is the rooster!”
This freak, to himself, seemed very important. The mouse then repeatedly depicted how he walks around the yard, waving this colored broomstick, ugh, almost said with his tail!
Her brothers and sisters just rolled on the floor with laughter when she, clutching a blade of grass in her teeth, showed them how a rooster stupidly taps its nose on the floor. But now she stared with all her eyes at the animals unknown to her wandering nearby.
- Look, Mouse, that beast is also dangerous, and his name is Druzhok, this is a yard dog.
Buddy was not as ugly as this cheeky rooster. He had four paws, a black nose and even a tail, though not the same as the Mouse, but very similar.
“Why aren’t those mugs over there like ours?” - The mouse became so bold that she even asked dad, pointing to outlandish plants.
- These are not burdocks - these are flowers! You see, they grow along the path where people walk. Flowers have such beautiful things at the top, and people love them so much that they even pluck them and bring them home! Oh, if not for the cat! We would also sneak into their house - there are so many different goodies!
“Is there even cheese in there?” the mouse was surprised.
- Yes, there is cheese! There is sausage, amazingly delicious chocolate and crackers, which are so funny to crunch!
The mouse did not know how to crunch with crackers and what sausage is, but she heard about cheese. At night, dad complained to mom that this fat neighbor was not only a glutton, but also a lazy person. Look, yesterday he dug a passage to the barn, only half a paw, but he should have had more. Mom quietly dissuaded dad from this stupid idea - to dig a passage to the barn, where some unknown to the Mouse kept just a whole treasure.
Mouse's parents talked about some sweets, but most of all they remembered cheese. Mom spoke more than once about the dangers that lurk in the barn, but the Mouse did not hear well - she fell into a dream.
She dreamed of this unknown cheese. He was so big and fat, like a grain of peas, which one day dad brought them. And so delicious! The mouse even licked its lips in a dream.
She was so sorry that she had not heard the whole conversation, and even now, when she and dad, having climbed to a high place, looked around the yard, she secretly looked out for a place where this same cheese might lie. But then dad was very alarmed and even touched her with his paw:
- Over there, over there, look - this is our most terrible enemy - a cat!
The mouse even lost her little heart with fear, she expected to see a huge terrible beast with a thousand teeth and a million claws. But instead I saw not so much big beast very much like a dog, and even more like his older brother - Timokha. Only more. Like Timokha, the cat had the same funny mustache sticking out in all directions, and in the game he could also lift his tail up.
And this cat is not scary at all! There, the yard dog, even more terrible than him!
– What do you understand! The cat is fast, agile, he has long and very sharp claws and terrible teeth! He catches mice, plays with them until they stop moving from fatigue and then, that's it ...
- What all? - the Mouse did not understand, - well, he will play, so you can relax and play more, why is everything?
– What you at me not understanding! - It even seemed to the mouse that dad was angry with her - that's all - it means he will eat it!
From fright, the Mouse even fell down from a low plank, on which they climbed in order to better view the yard, and rushed to run under the protection of a strong box.
- Well, - asked her dad, who caught up at the saving crack, - now have you seen a scary cat?
- I saw, - answered the Mouse, trembling with fear, - he is big and nasty!
By evening, the fears gradually disappeared, and the Mouse felt like a hero. She once again told about all her adventures that happened in the morning, and was so carried away that she began to embellish a little, add something that was not really there. And the rooster in her story was stupid and the yard dog was dirty and lazy, and even the cat, a nasty and angry cat, harmful and arrogant. Although the owners gave him plenty of cheese. Oh that cheese! The mouse almost frankly lied that there were just mountains of this delicacy in the yard, it’s a pity that the dog guards these cheese mountains!
- So he walks, and walks and guards, all the time, even at night he does not sleep! And his teeth - in! - she took a straw and deftly biting it in half, showing what kind of teeth Druzhka has. Everyone gasped, everyone was frightened, and even jumped into the hole a couple of times out of fright.
But one day, the mischievous Timokha, scratching his paw behind his ear, suddenly asked:
“Then why doesn’t this dog eat all the cheese?” – and yawned innocently.
- Why, why! - mimicked the Mouse, - they said - guard, then - guard!
But then all the mice began to clamor at once, made such a noise! And everyone understood that the Mouse wrote great things about cheese. The mouse kids decided that at least a small piece, but this dog would pinch off the cheese. Won't lose! Look at him, what mountains.
Then mom came running to the noise, and asked everyone not to make noise - dad had to work at night. The mice knew that their dad, along with a fat and clumsy neighbor, were digging underground passage in some barn. And they have already dug up a lot - if not today, then tomorrow, they will make their way into the barn.
At night, when dad went to dig a passage in this mysterious barn, the Mouse could not sleep for a long time. Of course, it was a shame that she wrote about cheese, but she so wanted all the mice in the area to know how brave and fearless she was. He's not even afraid of a cat, let alone some kind of dog! And she decided that she would not sleep at all all night. A plan formed in her head. He was so good that the Mouse even praised herself.
The plan was very simple - you have to wait for dad and follow his footsteps into this mysterious barn.
Invented - must be done!
The mouse tossed and turned from side to side, stroked its muzzle with its paws, and even scratched itself painfully twice, and all in order not to fall asleep. Finally dad came. The mouse was about to slip past unnoticed, but a few words spoken by dad made her listen. Dad, in a quiet but very alarmed voice, spoke about how they managed to get into the barn. And while he was clearing and expanding the mink, this lazy and fat neighbor slipped inside the barn and yelled with joy that he had found the cheese and dragged it to him. The next words were spoken very quietly. The mouse caught only a few: "will not come again", "the mousetrap has slammed shut." These words did not tell her anything, but the fact that they found cheese ....
No, at night you can’t slip past dad and mom unnoticed! "I'll go tomorrow afternoon!" - decided the Mouse and immediately fell asleep soundly.
Tomorrow, she hurriedly nibbled on the grain and sweet roots that her mother gave and, after waiting for everyone to eat, she ran to where her father, sliding under the board, made a move to the barn. In a hurry, she did not even notice how Timokha followed her.
The mouse was not very afraid, the mink was wide and led right under the log of the barn. She did not immediately jump out of the mink - it's scary after all! Carefully she stuck out the tip of her nose, very, very little, and sniffed the air for a long time. The smells were different: it smelled like a man, grain, and something extraordinarily exciting and tasty. It was quiet and rather dark. No, the Mouse saw everything perfectly, her eyes got used to the darkness of the mink, and she decided to crawl out. Once again I listened and sniffed - no one! And then boldly went to the delicious smell. He became very strong as she approached the small plank. True, it also smelled of iron, but she was used to this smell, and did not pay attention to it. She quickly climbed onto the plank and then saw him - cheese!
There was so much cheese that she decided: she will nibble herself, and there will be some left to bring to the mink. She really wanted to prove to everyone that she did not deceive.
The mouse quickly ran up to the cheese and picked up a delicacy.
- Do not touch! - Hearing the voice of his father, the Mouse shuddered and sharply pulled the cheese on herself. And immediately there was a terrible roar! He was, it seemed, everywhere and from the side and behind. Even the whole plank jumped. From surprise, the Mouse froze, and sat like this until dad picked her up:
- You are alive! How lucky the mousetrap didn't kill you! Let's go home soon!
The mouse turned - her plump brother Timokha hesitated behind him. It was he who told her father where she went.
The main property of banknotes is that they are always in short supply. To lure ringing coins and rustling banknotes into the house, all means are good - from folk signs to feng shui and NLP.
For many years we have been taught that money spoils a person. However, in fact, the absence of banknotes spoils a person much more than a solid bank account. It is among the poor that most of the evil and dissatisfied, dissatisfied and envious
Without money, a person is deprived of the main thing - the freedom of choice: to live, eat, relax and be treated where he wants, how he wants, when he wants. The size of a bank account divides people into social circles and quality areas of life. Money gives confidence in the future and in one's own demand. But why does it happen that banknotes flow to one person like a full-flowing river, while the other, no matter how hard he fights, cannot earn as much as he wants?
Irreplaceable penny
People have long known that money must be lured. Over the centuries, mankind has accumulated many ways to attract money to the house. Since time immemorial, every nation has acquired money talismans. For the Russians, it was an irreplaceable nickel, which had to be always carried with them and was forbidden to spend, for the Americans - the first dollar earned. The Germans kept a bent or drilled coin in their pocket or purse. Both the talisman and the money itself were supposed to be gently stroked and protected from time to time.
With the advent paper money a custom arose to put in a wallet with the front side to the owner, always unfolded and neatly straightened. The British advise those who have financial problems to throw a little spider into their pocket: it will weave nets there in which money will get tangled. But Russian merchants, having heard the voice of the first cuckoo in the spring, jingled money in their pockets. It was believed that in this case the money would never run out. For the same purpose, it was necessary to show a coin to the young moon every time.
We inherited from our ancestors many rules that must be strictly observed in order to make money. For example, you should always take bills and coins with your left hand, give them with your right. It is better not to lend money on Sunday and Monday - they may not be returned. On Monday, you yourself should not return the debt - there will be no money
It is better to repay debts in the morning, not in the evening, preferably in slightly smaller bills than they took. Never give money in expanded form. Fold the bill in half and pass it with the folded end forward. If you give money with the open side, your wealth will dry up. Even folk wisdom recommends after sunset not to give anything to strangers through the threshold of your house or apartment. Also, in the evening, you can’t do wet cleaning, vacuuming and sweeping in the house - you can sweep the money along with the garbage. If you scatter coins from your wallet, you should collect them only with your right hand, otherwise much will be lost.
When entering a new apartment or house, you need to sprinkle the floor silver coins- to have money in the house. In the room on the table under the tablecloth, you should always keep a few bills. Then in the house they will not be transferred, there will be no thefts and losses. Giving to the poor, you need to say: "Let the hand of the giver not fail!" But you can’t look into the eyes of the one to whom you give, otherwise the energy of poverty will be transferred to you.
The old-fashioned principle of the irreplaceable nickel can be used today. Put 50 and 500 rubles in one of the wallet compartments. The largest bill can be taken out and exchanged from time to time, but it is desirable that the first two are always in your stash. It is believed that fives have the ability to attract money.
In order to prevent money from slipping through your fingers, folk wisdom recommends buying a piggy bank of impressive size and putting it in a secluded place. Then you need to light a red candle in front of the piggy bank and say: "You, a money talisman, have been appointed by me as the custodian of my money! So be it." The candle must be left to burn out completely. Then you should put money in the piggy bank - banknotes in multiples of five 50, 500 rubles.
There you can also send additionally any bills that you are not going to spend in the near future. It is believed that the money will begin to linger, as if "getting used" to living in your house. And you can’t have a dripping faucet or faulty plumbing in the house - money will flow away like water.
The people have always considered it dangerous to pick up a trifle on the street, especially at intersections - money can turn out to be charmed. Raising a coin, you run the risk of getting a whole bunch of karmic sores in addition. In general, any money found is a rather dangerous thing. For example, in Japan, no one ever picks up a lost wallet (except to take it to the police station). Residents of the Land of the Rising Sun believe that fate will surely punish them for such an undeserved "gift".
And here is another popular way to attract money. Find a stone (preferably in the forest), clean it of dirt, bring it into the house. Light a candle. Draw some kind of money symbol (for example, $) on the stone. Then try to visualize how the stone attracts coins and banknotes to itself. Keep the stone in a visible place, periodically light a candle in front of it and repeat the procedure. After a while, as folk wisdom says, money is simply bound to appear.
Money Tree
According to Feng Shui, the main bait for banknotes are symbols of wealth. The oldest of these is a Chinese coin with a square hole in the middle. In order for the money to come to the house for sure, it is recommended to decorate the "Money Tree" with coins (it is considered an ordinary fat woman, a houseplant with thick rounded leaves). An artificial tree with semi-precious stones is also a symbol of wealth. Coins will ring and money will flow to the ring.
At the same time, any symbols of wealth - whether Money Tree, "golden" pineapple or just photos of bundles of money - should be placed in the southeastern part of the apartment or house, which is considered the corner of wealth in feng shui. Attention: the corner must be well lit. It will not be superfluous to attract money, according to ancient science, to put three coins tied with a red ribbon in your wallet.
Keep money in red envelopes. The Japanese on the envelope with money for current expenses depict the hieroglyph "Prosperity", and on the envelope for accumulation - the hieroglyph "Wealth". You can simply draw a flowering tree and a box on the envelopes. At the last money, you can only report, it is strictly forbidden to take! And further. If you clearly follow all the rules for attracting money, in your heart you think that you are not worthy of well-being, no means will help.
I see mountains of gold!
Psychologists believe that a person has as much money as he can afford. It's hard to believe it, right? But try to imagine that you have a million (two, three, ten). Scary? Before you start attracting wealth, you should teach yourself to be the owner of a lot of money. Modern scientific magic - NLP (neuro-linguistic programming) recommends this way for this
Take all the cash you have at the moment. Close your eyes, put your hand on the pack and let yourself feel the energy of the bills. Realize that you own them. Feel that they are your property. Mentally ask yourself the question: "Can I have this money?" Listen to your feelings, moods, thoughts. If there is a feeling of discomfort, find out why and eliminate the cause.
Then ask yourself: "Can I not have this money?" And let them go as if they had left you forever. Look again at what is happening to you. If a comfortable feeling has been preserved, double the amount, then several times more - until the money can be put into "work", i.e. "acquire" on them all sorts of utilities, real estate, islands, etc. When you feel that you have accumulated enough, stop, remember the feeling of possession.
The next time you do the exercise, increase the degree of your possession of money in any of its expressions, imagine your villas, cities, planets one after another - the list can be endless. The exercise can be performed daily, gradually mentally increasing the number of banknotes at hand. As a result, you will see (so, at least, according to NLP) that money will begin to come to you even from where they were not expected at all.
And in general, in order for a person to have money, you need to constantly think about them. Imagine mountains of money, gold. You can put several banknotes in secret place(box, envelope) and imagine how they reproduce - for example, by budding. The easiest way to attract monetary energy is available to everyone. It is necessary to lay out the bills in the wallet in the correct order, evenly and neatly. By the way, psychologists advise changing your wallet every six months.
Another lesson of NLP is that it is the feelings that help change lives and make wishes come true. The fight against poverty should be started with... disgust. No feeling works as effectively as this. Take a look around and say to yourself: "Enough is enough! I can't live paycheck to paycheck anymore! I don't want to live like this anymore!" Think carefully about the means by which you can make good money, and make a decision without being distracted by doubts “what if it doesn’t work out?”.
You must really want to make money. Cultivate this desire within. Say to yourself: "I want to make money now." Cultivate your resolve. There are no external factors capable of resisting the human will. Repeat at least every day: "I am worthy of wealth. It is difficult to earn big money, but I can do it. I will succeed." Promise yourself that you will never give up. And remember that a person, if desired, is able to turn a trifle into wealth.
Why am I being honest?
I am already an elderly person who has achieved everything in life that one can only dream of. I will not live my money until the end of my days, and, given the modesty of my needs, I will not live for many lives.
I am no longer interested in making money. As a Jew, with the exception of recent years, I lived and worked in Russia, got to know the country and its people well, studied the strengths and weaknesses of Russians. Starting as a ruthless exploiter and a Jew, I gradually developed sympathy for the great and over-patient Russian people, and now I sincerely wish them well.
I changed my religion, was baptized in Orthodoxy, and in many respects parted ways with the Jewish community and its solidarity opinion, although I did not stop being a Jew to the end.
My money, first torn from Russia, is now working for the good of Russia, and my life experience could also serve the Russians. I hope that by publishing this (at first internal, confidential) brochure with free right of reprint, I will benefit people who are desperate and stuck in unsolvable problems.
In fact, there is no Sun for everyone in the world, but money in the world can be enough for everyone. In order for them to be needed, first of all, the desire and ability to accept them, and luck, luck, luck again.
Ask any Russian: what is luck? He will answer - luck that does not depend on us. Jews are brought up differently. From a young age, we are taught that luck is a product of purposeful action, which outwardly random events actually prepared by people, their faith and will.
The world is by no means an element of chaos, and luck is not as blind as many imagine it to be. People on earth receive different amounts of money, because they perceive reality in different ways, they perceive the world in different ways. In order to make you richer, you need changes not from the outside, but from within you. This, if you will, is the magic of success.
Our primitive ancestor, before going hunting, drew a deer on the sand and struck an imaginary beast with a spear. Why did he do it? Simply because of his darkness - or he knew from the experience of millennia that any material action is preceded by a plan, an ideological development of a future event.
This magic was not primitive, it actually helped the hunter to get a real deer. Such is the power of faith - the power to materialize our desires and ideas. Or vice versa - to materialize our fears and phobias.
When in the early 90s I, a modest researcher, started a business, I very strictly followed one condition of Western social psychology: "To drive even the most intelligent employee in the neck if he corrupts the team with pessimism and disbelief in success." Then I just followed the fashion for the western, and did not understand - why am I doing this?
Now I know exactly what the point is. If in that ancient tribe there would be a very intelligent hunter who would doubt the sandy drawing, then the tribe would not get a real deer and would die of starvation. You can’t joke with faith: placebo (that is, the external material attributes of faith) can be anything, even on the sand, even on the silk of banners, even on the tree of icons - but faith itself drives things, and drives exactly as much as it is strong.
If you do not believe in the success of the enterprise, it is better not to start it at all! - Everywhere advise beginner entrepreneurs. You probably think this is a metaphor? That the success of a business only indirectly depends on faith in it? No, in the most direct way.
Russian folk sayings and signs-milestones of folk observation
It was not in vain that I decided to confirm my idea by means of folk observations familiar to everyone since childhood about happiness and unhappiness, about luck and failure. The people have observed the dynamics of the process of enrichment for centuries, and, not always understanding the hidden reasons, nevertheless quite accurately characterized the visible side.
"Fools are only given a treasure" - the poet Yershov wrote down the folk saying in the text. This amazing observation seems at first glance to be completely illogical, absurd, but it is true. Why is the treasure, and taking it more widely - wealth - given to "fools"? There is their gospel definition - "poor in spirit" - less rough, but the essence is the same.
The fool has one curious property - starting any business, he does not think about all the upcoming difficulties, obstacles, barriers that the "smart" will place in advance on his mental path. Because of this, in the folk "fool" the complex turns out to be simple. But, it would seem, this is his personal business: if you don’t see the wall, it doesn’t mean that you won’t crack your forehead! However, what a miracle! - "fool", not seeing the wall, passes through it without even noticing, and not only in a fairy tale - all the time in life. Success comes naturally to him - apparently, and the wall, clearly visible to the "smart" in fact, was an imaginary self-created in the mind, illusory.
This property - the loss of luck, especially commercial, spiritually stupid natures - is not an accident and not "bending heaven." The world is dependent on our ideas about it, and the more a spiritually refined nature sees obstacles for itself in the world, the more of them (by the same order!) appear. For example, if you put a problem before a refined intellectual: "start trading" - then he will come up with thousands of reasons for your failure in advance: collusion in the market, and the power of wholesale suppliers, and racketeering, and unstable greedy power, and many more factors. But we often see how a neighbor of this intellectual, who studied at a school for underdeveloped children (it even happens!) suddenly opens a trade and conducts it successfully, because, due to his stupidity and underdevelopment of the imagination, he does not think about the upcoming difficulties.
We look with malice at the "fool": they say, he does not see the trap, now he will fall into it! He passes - and the trap is not in place. We follow - and fall into the "long-awaited" trap. What's the matter? We just live in different worlds. But more on that later
"Trouble does not go alone" - says our proverb. Why not? By simple probability, misfortune and joy, luck and failure should seem to be distributed approximately equally, in any case - chaotically. But people have long noticed that fate strikes in heaps. For some reason, one trouble attracts, magnetizes another, the more troubles - the more of them are added, as if they tend to swarm like a bee. What is a parable? After all, success and failure are a lot that is not subject to us, our mind and our will. How can we predict success or failure in advance? How can we increase or decrease it? Is cheating possible at the Lucky Casino? About this below, but for now let's remember it firmly: a person who is hit by failure somehow loses his "immunity", and one failure opens the way for others, apparently not connected with it in any way.
"The lousy goat spoils the whole shepherd." The direct essence of the saying is clear - a sick animal strikes a healthy one. But we are not talking about animals and not about the epidemic. The symbolic plan of the saying is different - one member of the team, possessed by some kind of spiritual leprosy, is able to spoil the entire team, corrupt and corrupt. And why, for example, not vice versa? It would seem that the team has much more opportunities to remake the "goat" in itself like it. What "goat" is interested in fighting with everyone around? Yes, often he does not set a goal to remake someone - everything turns out by itself. The social reality in the team is changing - from a successful one it becomes a bunch of losers, from an exemplary one - a crowd of crooks or whiners. Why? How obvious is the factor of "faith" and "will" here - we are on the verge of unraveling the great mystery of the correlation of material reality with the faith and will of man ...
"Born in a shirt" is about a lucky person. As in the saying "trouble does not go alone" and it is emphasized here: as you get good luck, the probability of getting it again increases. The more victories - the more chances for a new victory. The more obvious the success, the more likely it is to be repeated. Why? What is this strange relationship? It seems like a person needs to be convinced that he is successful - and after that he magically becomes successful?!
"Money goes to money" - that's another confirmation of what has been said. Why do the rich get richer and the poor get poorer? Does the "conspiracy" factor play a role here? If so, who prevents the poor from making the same "conspiracy"? Questions, questions - and no answer yet ...
“Never say no for people until they have said it to you” is a wise and very practical saying. Often a person so visibly imagines the alleged refusal of his request, so clearly and in roles he plays in his imagination the scene of his failure, that there is no need to go to find out anything: He himself asked and answered himself, the request died in him - what more?
But often we met with situations when such a person nevertheless overcame himself and decided to go and find out the real result.
He is not at all surprised when the result corresponds exactly to his developed imagination. It would seem that he simply correctly calculated the world - but someone else suddenly achieves completely different results with the same starting indicator as our skeptic. Why?
Metaphysics of the Universe
When an Orthodox Russian reads in the Gospel a clear "instruction for using the Universe" - "ask - and it will be given to you", "If you have faith even with a mustard seed - and you can move mountains, order a tree with roots to throw itself into the ocean", then he is in force features of education understands this as an allegory divorced from life.
A Jew knows better than a Russian that this text must be taken literally, that we have before us an effective system for arranging life. Jesus Christ knew perfectly well the answer to your, reader, question - how to earn big money? Among the Hindus, we find the idea of \u200b\u200b"Maya" - a universal illusion that surrounds a person, a kind of realm of mirages that hides the truth of Brahman. Is material nature an illusion? Is the stable, familiar world around us a mere mirage? And the laws of things that we are accustomed to obey - invented by ourselves?
For myself, I have long decided this question positively. A scientist with a degree and an entrepreneur with millions, I know very well: if tomorrow humanity believes that the earth - I apologize for the expression, a parallelepiped, then angular pictures of our planet will be brought from space.
Already from the school bench we know that there is no matter, that in appearance the object consists of particles distant from each other in cosmic proportions. And inside the particles there is also emptiness (the electron of the "indivisible" atom is separated from the nucleus in the same way as a pinhead on the last bench of the Luzhniki Stadium is from a tennis ball in the middle of this stadium).
But the nucleus of the atom is just as empty - it has its own elements. While science got to the bottom of "quarks". The time will come, and their emptiness will be proved. So matter does not exist. But maybe there is energy?
The calculations of modern physicists show that the sum of all positively and negatively directed energies in the Universe should be equal to zero. Yes, we ourselves know that action is equal to reaction - isn't it a reason to think about the reality of energy?
If there is neither matter nor energy, then maybe there is empty space? Modern science folds space into a mathematical point without volume. Under conditions of infinity, at any point in the universe, mathematically equal segments can be drawn in all directions. But this is the formula of the ball! And, it turns out, we are always in the center of the same ball, no matter how much we move ...
Infinity is not something very huge, as it seems to ordinary consciousness. The huge nevertheless has material parameters, and infinity is deprived of them. Mathematically, it is much closer and more topological to zero than to hulks that confuse the imagination.
The gigantism of the Universe and the loss of a grain of sand in it - a person - is a schizophrenic illusion of the 20th century. It does not reflect the true state of things, but only the painful decadence of the spirit of its creators. But if you take the point of view of the Hindus with their maya, the illusory nature of the material, then what is really? It seems to me (and this confirms my commercial experience) that in fact there is a dynamic system of interconnection between the individual and the Universe, which is very flexible and designed for the mental maturity of the individual.
I imagine the universe as an apparatus for illustrating our ideas about it. We briefly enter "Maya" and exist here in the world that we consider it necessary to create for ourselves. It would seem - a fairy tale, the kingdom of dreams!
But the danger lies in the fact that our consciousness is able to simulate both evil and hell on earth. It is in vain to blame the Universe for this - it only fulfilled our request. You need to blame yourself - that's why the great teachers of mankind insisted on the personal transformation of a person, realizing that with the old views on the universe it is useless to build new world.
We live in a world of faith and will - and nothing more. Everything else has the character of "placebo". What is placebo? Doctors call it a dummy, which is given to the patient under the guise of medicine. Believing that this is a medicine, many suggestible patients get better, "So - stocks, banknotes, diplomas and everything else - your placebo, our clues for our own faith. Take a closer look at them - what would these colored pieces of paper be without a collective faith in them, without a collective deification of them?Only your fervent belief in their value makes them truly valuable.
Plus, it makes them hard to reach for you. If you are internally tuned to the fact that it is difficult to get money, then it is difficult for you to get it. The obedient Universe will gladly provide you with the facts confirming your "correctness" - after all, it works according to your requests. The more such facts there are, the more convincing your poverty is for you, the more you get bogged down in it. There will come a moment when the amount of your faith in your own failure will be equal to the "mustard seed" - then woe to you, you are already incurable, you have created a stable world around you, which is almost impossible to shake.
Faith is a dangerous, two-way factor. It can help us grow - and it can also bend us to nothingness. It enriches us - and it also plunges us into a quagmire of hopeless poverty.
Our world we receive, first of all, from our parents - this is what Hindus call "karma". Since the spirit, which has entered the dense layers of maya, does not yet have its own ideas about life, the world is created for it by its mentors. What the world was for parents - a holiday or hard labor - so it will become for the child. Then, mother, it is very difficult for us to break our "karma". We were convinced - and proved by facts, examples - that it is very difficult to get a thousand. And we do not understand - how can it be easy for someone to get a million? After all, it's obvious...
In critical epochs, it becomes especially clear how much our ideas about life mean. In post-reform Russia in the 90s of the XX century, one part of the population considered capitalism a paradise - now they live in paradise, at least in a material paradise. The other part believed that capitalism is hell, they were brought up that way, and they ended up in hell as soon as the key word - placebo "capitalism" sounded.
In fact, any "isms" are empty, their content is filled with your ideas about the Universe. Marx's people and Smith's people are equally right - they just live in different worlds, in different universes.
The universe is made up of different layers and layers of representations:
Our personal views.
Collective and group representations.
Historical ideas of a number of generations.
The absolute laws of nature that have never changed in the memory of mankind.
Accordingly, there are also modes "sentences" on the reality around us. We ourselves do not know exactly - from where - but we are firmly convinced that THIS is - "Impossible", the other - "unlikely", the third - "very likely", and the fourth - "inevitable".
However, the will of a person, if it is trained, as athletes train muscles, is able to resist even the fourth group of ideas - "absolute laws" with a modus - the verdict "impossible". During my business trips to Southeast Asia and Hindustan, I myself met and talked with yogis, magicians, monks who overcame gravity, levitated, teleported objects. These are the heights of the will, its monstrous power, comparable to that reflected in the words of Christ about the "mustard seed of faith." It is given to few to overcome maya at the very foundation, to raise its bulk at the very foundation.
We know that such were the disciples of Christ. Moreover, a case is very clearly described - when a disciple, contrary to the law of nature, went to Christ on the water, but then doubted the possibility of such a miracle - and immediately began to fall through, drown. There is quite historical evidence of the Russian Saint Seraphim of Sarov, who "floated above the earth", that is, levitated in spite of gravity.
I admit honestly, I have not reached such heights of "volpinism" (I make this sport from two words - "will" and "mountaineering"), and I am unlikely to achieve it. But I know that if a volpinism world record is possible, then regional championships and yard tournaments are also possible. If you set the goal of getting rich, then you do not need to strain yourself over overcoming the laws of nature. It is much easier for you, because money does not belong to the category of "mandatory" but to the category of "probable".
Few of you, the reader, have seen, like me, levitating magicians. But almost all of you have seen rich people not far from you - maybe even in the apartment next to you.
The fact is that, as we have already shown on the example of Russian proverbs, luck is by no means blind. It is given to everyone according to "your faith", in accordance with the will and direction of the will of each person asking.
So Archpriest Avvakum begged for himself from the Universe "the times of Nero and Diocletian" under the kind Alexei Mikhailovich, who many times unsuccessfully tried to pardon his "victim".
The will to master money in us, in Jewish families, is brought up from early childhood. It is in the method of "volpinism" that the secret of Jewish fabulous wealth lies. Later, of course, both the "conspiracy" and the "super-solidarity of the Jews" will be applied here, but the basis was the Jewish belief in God's chosen people. "God will give us all the riches of the world!" - the Jews repeated from century to century. Wealth was given to them, of course, not by God (creative, thinking, righteous - the superpersonality of the Universe), but by the Universe (Maya, the illusion of the material). God, I think, mourned, looking at the deeds of my fellow tribesmen. But the Universe gives to each according to faith, and not according to righteousness. It is much clearer to say than in the Gospel: "It will be for you according to your faith."
Without the messianism of the Jews, our conspiracy would be empty. He is a dummy, a "placebo", holding on to which the Jews think they have caught the Lord by the Beard. It is impossible to explain the Jewish success only by material factors. Couldn't other peoples oppose the conspiracy of miserable and persecuted rootless vagabonds, their own, more powerful conspiracy? Did not powerful princes have power over their Jewish subjects?
But I was brought up in an environment that believes in the money of the world, as their own Money, and applies (later) to this belief a lot of plausible placebos. A Jew is a born volpinist (like a Negro is a born boxer, an athlete), but this does not mean that other peoples are not able to master volpinism. It's just harder for them, because their mentality (another placebo for the parent universe) includes a lot of notions that are detrimental to enrichment.
However, there are also rich people among Russians, although they are fewer than Jews. Volpinism, like any sport, depends on the initial data, the intensity of training and the abilities of the coaches. The intensity of training can smooth out the defects in the original data.
The Russians, as a people, have very great abilities for volpinism, but a different group of "creed muscles" is developed, so to speak. The Russians are distinguished by a very strong messianic spirit, which allowed them, figuratively speaking, to launch satellites in bast shoes, drain the seas and turn the rivers. It was a miracle, if Volpinism is considered a miracle, a miracle in which they refused to believe in the rationalist West.
Income Growth Methods
So! get ready for a hands-on volpinism-style workout. First you need to measure your abilities in the "natural" state - how much you earn, how much your individual Universe is "designed for".
First of all, you need to analyze your social circle, cut off skeptics and whiners, pessimists - they are like weights on the legs of a volpinist. On the contrary, try to find yourself like-minded people - optimists who believe in success just like you do. It is always easier to break through to the top as a group - the factor of "mutual pulling" always affects. Outside, this is taken for a "criminal group", "gang", "conspirators" - all this is sometimes superimposed, but only as a placebo. There are many groupings, but not all of them are successful, most of them vegetate. This means that the main question is not in the grouping, which by itself does not guarantee success at all, but in some special properties within the group. We know this is group volpinism.
A very important and difficult stage is the rejection of the "old world", the reality created spontaneously by the labors of your parents and your friends, in the chaos of your childhood impressions. What now seems to you as "objective reality" is actually a very random collection of fantasies about the world from a variety of sources.
Think about what the "new world" should be like? Maybe everything suits you in the "old", then you can only be congratulated. Maybe you lack something other than money?
We're only talking about money now. If you are firmly convinced that you are missing some amount, then get ready to storm the frontier of a new reality.
If you are a poor teacher - and you think of a million dollars, then I give my head for cutting off, you will fail. It's like if an untrained athlete put the bar of the world champion. You need to understand that although nothing is impossible for the Universe (sometimes beggars win a million in the lottery, and, as you understand, for good reason!) But there is much that is still impossible for you. Be realistic. Plan for revenue growth next year so that there is room for maneuver, and do not start with more than 20%. Once I set the bar to "double income" - and failed miserably - not because the technique passed, but because I myself could not believe in such a turn. There is only one risk here: set the bar high, fail, and exacerbate doubts. After each failure, it becomes more difficult to return to the trajectory of success, although, of course, there are no hopeless situations.
The main danger. It would seem, what is easier? I made a wish for myself, I seriously wanted something - and now! it is ready, from the oven of the Universe ...
In fact, the Universe does not satisfy all desires. Psychotechnics different peoples the world is taught about one thing: overcoming the emotional side of desire, i.e. "lust".
Compare your feelings in two cases. When you want to eat, you go to the kitchen and open the refrigerator. In our inner world there is a desire, but there is no desire, you are calm, there are no emotions.
You do not ask how and where, kefir and sausage got into your refrigerator. You know they've come a long way, but you always have plenty of them and don't worry about them. They are near, just reach out and take...
Our feelings cannot be shared by the peoples of Asia and Africa, where masses are dying of hunger. In their case, the desire for food is mixed with frightened desire, the fear that there may not be food. The stronger this fear, this doubt (it’s not for nothing that they say terrible words - “the worm of doubt”), the less likely it is to get what you want.
As Pushkin wrote: "The less we love a woman, the more she likes us." The same can be said about money, because the principle is the same. I don't know any businessman who LOVE money. Businessmen use money cynically and prudently, and the love of money would be their undoing. You know that in order to make a profit, you first need to invest a lot, that is, part with money, and the more ruthless this parting, the better the result.
Love money, oddly enough, it is the poor. They dry over them, sort them out, procrastinate in their hands, value them - and therefore do not receive reciprocity: there is always little money for them. Hence the motto of the business, which you have heard many times!: "It is impossible to save a truly large sum, you can only earn it."
What's in the salt? The Universe, along with our application, by way of desire receives an additional application for the inaccessibility of what is requested. If you desire (and not simply and casually want), then a terrible mark is pierced on your application: "wants to receive with great difficulty." Here again, there is no one to blame. You ordered a pie with problems, you get it. It is, of course, overgrown with a lot of placebos, like economic conditions, industry growth rates, and so on. etc. - but it's all superficial. Once, at an economic forum in Turkey, Turkish economists complained to me that everything is like in Europe, only the income of the population is 10 times lower.
"We don't understand anything! The laws are the same, the climate is the same, production is developing dynamically - and people lived 10 times poorer than Europe, and they live ..."
Russia, with its Western standard tracing paper, is another example. Some part of Russia has joined the standard and consumes in a European way (another question is whether this is good or bad!). The remaining population does not believe in success, and therefore, even in the most favorable conditions, leads a life of losers.
In Russia, a situation has now developed where whiners drown each other, exacerbate their misfortunes with their extreme pessimism, exchanging it like video cassettes with each other. That is why a volpinist in Russia will be in more difficult conditions than in the West, where everything is permeated with the idea of success, and he must initially set himself lighter loads than a European.
So you have a desire. It can be written down for self-control - or it can be carefully rehearsed from memory. It should be (that is, seem to you) realistic, not change your life too drastically, be very coldly rational without any admixture of lust.
Suppose a humble employee receives 8,000 rubles a month. Once he picked up a volpinist paper (a type of placebo) and wrote on it: "From next year I will receive 10 thousand rubles a month, or 120 thousand rubles a year."
Now think about what kind of placebo can be used to achieve the goal? What actions will convince you that you can earn more? What bets should be made in the hope of luck? This is not necessary for the Universe, for which your request is a trifle, you need this for self-persuasion. You need to be aware that the Universe will give you what you ask for and without any action on your part, unless lust submits a treacherous application for the "difficulty of receiving." The more difficult it seems to us to achieve any result, the more difficult it is in reality for us. Some easily, effortlessly receive a university diploma, others with a great rattle. Some jokingly become candidates of sciences - others take a whole life to defend. Some lying on the couch earn millions, others in eternal running around and fuss cannot even scrape together for bread.
Don't covet! Do not say to yourself "it would be nice" - know that something is waiting for you there, and try to bring this knowledge closer to the maximum of calmness. You do not worry about the stash in the closet, because you know exactly where it is and how much is in it. The same knowledge of the future as of the past - without emotions and passions, with the distinctness of a chronicler - this is the pinnacle of volpinism.
You think of the future as if you were remembering the past. According to the scheme: "Yes, by the way, next week I'll find an unaccounted for thousand! What should I spend it on? Maybe I can put it in the bank or buy a gift for my wife?" To get rid of lust, from the painful fear of non-fulfillment of desire, I recommend my personal method - "shifting priorities." This is when a person, in order not to think about money, for example, obsessively joins, say, gardening (very important for Russia). All day long his head hurts - where to get seeds, how to fertilize the beds, how to grow a super pumpkin - and somewhere on the edge of consciousness, on the periphery, a thought hangs about "by the way, those 300 thousand next month, they will fall so suddenly ... where to place them! Oh, not up to them now, the seedlings are withering ..
If you are a fan of a garden, a sports team or some kind of scientific department, then things will go badly for them - after all, the principle of "excitement for ..." provides for "complication in that ...". Let your seedlings wither - but 300 thousand will come at the right time. Maybe, of course, and vice versa - the seedlings will grow well, but the money will not come. It means that you failed to switch your fears to devouring another object, the fear of poverty turned out to be stronger.
If you analyze the rich people you know, you will definitely see a kind of “possessive” passion in them, which often seems ridiculous to you. What does he care about football if he has a billion-dollar company turnover? But it is football that loads his "worm of doubt" and does not allow him to gnaw at the handed over, gnaw at the case.
Our world, if we discard the illusion of the material, is a tangled crossroads of many wills and religions - in business, your will must be stronger than the will of the buyer and the will of the competitor. It is the duel on the inner side of reality, that strong-willed confrontation, which is best illustrated by the Russian game of "peepers" - when eye to eye, and who blinks first - decides the essence of the matter. The name of the product and its quality are all secondary placebos, lottery tickets, quality, depending on your will, can win or lose.
Any person who has been involved in business will readily confirm to you: trade does not depend on the goods, but on the seller. One person manages to sell the utter rubbish, and the other sits on gold, and cannot sell it at half price. One deftly implements the unnecessary, while the other is desperately unable to sell the necessary. What's the matter here?
Outwardly - in psychology, in the fact that one is a striker, and the other is constrained, uncertain, depressed. But take a closer look - why is that? Isn't the answer obvious - the first is a man of "long will", and the second is a "self-assembly loser".
I often witnessed the transformation of timid and nailed people when they had some kind of “placebo” they needed in their hands - when it began to seem to them that they had found a magic treasure-sword, and now they were omnipotent.
A zatyukanny graduate student, having suddenly defended himself, became a lion - it seemed to him that he was now a strong man. From what? From a worthless piece of paper that doesn't help anyone else? Or from the faith that EXACTLY THIS person put EXACTLY IN THIS subject?
Remember that the power is not in the subject, but in your faith. Not an amulet, not a talisman protect, bring happiness, but the mental image of power associated with them. The object is always a "placebo", a dummy, and in other hands it will be a worthless trifle.
But at the first stage it is useful to mystify yourself. "I signed an agreement with Petrenko, now I can do anything, I have everything in my hands ..." If you really believe this, then the agreement with Petrenko will become your lucky card. If in doubt, the paper will be empty.
When I was a deputy, I knew two assistants to the deputies, let's call them "Ivanov" and "Petrov". So, the same crust of an assistant to a deputy brought Ivanov a great business and empowerment, while Petrov served only for free travel on public transport.
Somehow Ivanov, among mutual acquaintances, began to boast that he was "an assistant to a deputy" and "can do a lot." - C'mon! - answered Petrov's acquaintances - We know the man, he is also an assistant, and it didn’t give him a damn thing! Frontiers of growth. In volpinism, you must set yourself boundaries for growth. In your enrichment, you will move from line to line, jumping higher and higher. If there is a decline somewhere, it means that you need to return to the original indicator, you have set the bar a little high ...
The frontier should always be in your mind, and not come to the fore at the same time. The best thing is to drive it into the subconscious, so as not to think about it, but vaguely feel it.
I will share my method: I wrote a certain figure (my milestone) on various pieces of paper, in organizers, on a telephone receiver, at production meetings, in ministers' reception rooms, etc. All the time only a number, no comments, no unnecessary explanations, I accustomed myself to the fact that this number is obvious in the future, that it is mine, belongs to me by right, that I should get used to it, and not be surprised when it arises in my checkbook.
It almost always worked. At the same time, when assigning a number, at the last stages of my business career, I didn’t think at all where it would come from, that is, I didn’t cling to the placebo of the businessman’s fussy-feverish magical actions. I just knew that circumstances would develop in such a way that they would impose on me with all their irreversible course this particular number, and I would only have to accept it.
You can follow in my footsteps, you can come up with your own mnemonic way - but remember! It is not pieces of paper or numbers that work - reason, thought, everything else is placebo. If you try mockingly to test my method, and find out with a laugh that it does not work, you yourself will program your failure. I have already said that facts are malleable things. The Universe will provide you with any number of facts in support of your theory of the world.
The technique can only start to work when you use it with faith in success, when you make plans in advance for purchases with money that has not yet arrived, when you build barns for unborn livestock in advance.
It is the state of mind of the representatives of the nation, and not some economic or social system that provides the nation with prosperity. Communism did not give wealth, and the market will not give it either - all this is nothing more than a placebo for the consumer spirit. Having money is generally a non-market concept, because the market is aimed at saving money as much as possible. If you have soap, and I have an awl, then we could buy them for a friend from a friend. But, in addition to mutual desire, it is necessary that everyone, in addition to sewing and soap, also have a coin lying around. Or barter - without money - but in macroeconomics it is very difficult to implement. It turns out a magic circle - to start production, you need money, and to become a consumer, you need money. That is, we have not yet begun to produce or consume, but the money is already needed. Who will give them - if not production and not consumption?
Universe, In the beginning was the word. Logos, thought - the planning of abundance - and only then, on the wave of optimism and expectations of the best, on the wave of a bold dream, material well-being comes.
About good and evil spirit
Here I would like to once again warn about the danger of the knowledge that you have gathered. It is not for nothing that I separate God, as a creative and personal principle, from the Universe, as a faceless device for the production of illusions. In fact, you saw the world without matter, energy, space, as it is - the world of three persons: your Spirit, the Good Spirit and the Evil Spirit. The world has always been like this, whether you know it or not - you are always in the space between the Absolute of Good and the Absolute of Evil in an intermediate-suspended state.
Money is an absolutely neutral substance, it becomes good or evil only in your hands. Actually, money is not coins or pieces of paper (placebo), but measures of our power in the modern world. If you are rich, then you become like a magician, able to execute and pardon, cause rain and disperse clouds, build palaces and destroy cities. Do not flatter yourself with the neutrality of the "Matrix" - the Universe. She will give everything indiscriminately, at your request.
But the Evil Spirit is behind every volpinist exercise. The temptation to use the power of your "pumped out" will will always haunt you, just like a "pitching" is pursued by a thirst to test yourself in a fight. Volpinism is divided into two levels - "the will to acquire oneself" and "the will to alienate from others." Since the Universe is infinite, there is an infinite amount of everything conceivable and even unthinkable in it, therefore, gloomy maxims in the Malthusian sense about the "limitedness of the pie" are the machinations of the Evil Spirit.
A volpinist possessed by evil does not follow the wise rule of "take bread for dinner in moderation", he asserts himself not in acquiring things for himself, but in humiliating and crushing the losers around him, in their deliberate bullying. Wealth is seen not as "my cash", but as "another's absence", greatness is not in the estate in itself, but in elevation above the level of others.
In modern Russia, this is very developed. The desire to "cut off with the door" those who follow, to "bite off what you can't eat" is constantly traced by the red thread of Russian reforms. A "pauperophilia" is born, a love for the factor of poverty in power, a deeply flawed feeling of those in power. As a result, a volpinist from the people has to overcome not only his own fears and complexes, but also a powerful foreign will, directed downward, to drop his followers.
Irreplaceable penny
Take several banknotes of different denominations and always leave them with you (it is not necessary to always carry them with you, they can be at home). You don't spend them. Set them up so that they attract other banknotes to themselves. That is, you take this money and see how it attracts other banknotes.
From the book Practical Magic of the Modern Witch. Ceremonies, rituals, prophecies author Mironova DariaAn unchangeable ruble Take an iron ruble and read the following conspiracy over it: “The silver house will save the ruble, expand the bins, take the money. As silver is silver on the ruble, so money is on the ruble. A ruble - two in my wallet, a ruble - in my bin, and from
From the book Rituals of Money Magic author Zolotukhina ZoyaUnchangeable penny Take a few banknotes of different denominations and always leave them with you (it is not necessary to always carry them with you, they can be at home). You don't spend them. Set them up so that they attract other banknotes to themselves. That is
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Due to numerous requests from readers, and especially respected readers, this collection of children's stories has been created. Some of them you could read in other books, others only in this collection. Happy reading!
Unchangeable stud.
Collection of children's stories.
The last war flew through the villages and villages of our region like a black whirlwind. And, although there were no battles on our land, the mobilization with a frequent comb cleaned out almost all the men, and the remaining women and girls languished in hard work. "Everything for the front, everything for victory!" this slogan hung not only in rural clubs, but in offices, it was in the heart of every inhabitant of our region.
Almost at the very source of the Belaya Uba, ten kilometers from the rocky mass, overgrown with cedar mountain Sinyukha, stood the village of lumberjacks - Kedrovka. Five dozen houses, an office of a forest plot, a reading room, which is also a club, that's the whole village. Do not look for it on the map, there is no Kedrovka, who have left, where the last inhabitants, have long left, in 58. However, during the war years, life was in full swing in this bearish corner. In the summer, the Indian and widowed working population needed not only to fulfill the plan for logging, but to have time to grow a garden, stock up hay for horses and rare cows. It was also good to have help - the growing boys, only five, and to hay, to bring shocks there, and with a pitchfork under a stack to serve dried fragrant grass, a good help. They had Valerka, 15 years old, as the main one, and any adult would envy his judgment and dexterity in business! So they grew up in a difficult military hard times. " Nothing, sometimes they dreamed Fathers will return, let's have a rest!" They returned, but not all of them, a funeral came to Valerka's father back at 41. In total, 6 people came from the front, and 54 left. And there was little hope for three who came - they came from the war crippled. The village was perked up - they walked for two days, but what about? For the victory, for the returning fellow villagers, it was possible. The boys, too, were drunk on the mead. Valerka just didn’t drink, his character was stubborn, hard as granite on the white-foaming rifts of the river, he once said, “I won’t drink or smoke, I don’t need it.” He said - as he cut it off.
The work day has arrived. After the victory, things did not decrease. That's just the front-line soldiers will come together and accept a hundred "front-line" ones, they are not in a hurry to work. “We suffered ours at the front, we lived so many years under death!” answer any woman who reasoned with them. She will leave. Braids and pitchforks on the shoulders and on distant meadows on foot, the hay season is short in the foothills.
One day Uncle Petya's nephew came to the village to visit a soldier who had returned from the war. He was wonderfully dressed - black trousers, narrow, a white shirt, some ruffles on his chest, frills, like on women's blouses, black shoes on his feet, shiny with varnish, this is something from our dust! " Why are you, Kolyan dressed up like that?"The boys pestered him, He explained to them:" My ancestors, in the eighth generation were the Spanish nobility, the Spanish grandees were rich» « Yes, where you can know it?», « I compiled my genealogical tree, according to archives and libraries Kolyan parried the antics of the boys. " What other geological tree? the guys were amazed. They started to tease him, but the city guy turned out to be nimble, he quickly broke a couple of noses, and when the locals grabbed the stakes, the wooden pole in his hands miraculously knocked out their formidable weapons from the hands of the attackers. " Darkness, Kolka laughed, I had to learn to fence, I don’t have among you equal!»
The guys are depressed - but how, ours are being beaten! Valery was not in the village at that time, the mowing was far away, why wander back and forth in vain, so he reasoned - to stay on the mowing for a couple of nights.
His horse will rest, graze at night. He was not afraid of wolves, they are not dangerous in the summer, but bears! But Valerka had a trick in store here too - he gathered behind the forge a piece of iron of various rusty, but not suitable ones, set fire to a little gunpowder on each of them, and spread it around his camp. The bear will not go further if he smells iron and the smell of gunpowder, they are scientists for this, scientists by life itself.
On Saturday, Valerka enters the village on his horse, but it must be said about his horse separately, the horse was special, like a dog obeyed Valerka. Who else sits on it, it seems that it executes all the commands, but not like that, everything strives to turn sharply, then stop at once, it can’t cope with it in any way! So no one approached her, everyone recognized her as the owner of Valerka, and they gave the horse a nickname too - “Valerka”, after the name of the owner.
