Being in unity does not mean that each of you should cling to the other, that people should be inseparably together. This does not mean that you should put other people at the center of your life - remember that each of you is the center of your own Universe - but at the same time, none of your actions or words should harm yourself or others.

You may be in solitude - as you grow spiritually, your need for solitude may even increase - but at the same time you must live and act, realizing itself as part of a single organism. To bring benefit to yourself, you must live and act in the name of the good of the whole. Otherwise it is impossible to be happy, dear ones. To check every word, every thought, every desire, every intention, every deed with the task of the common good, the good for the whole - this means striving for unity, and not for division.

The unifying force is love. Dividing forces - enmity, hatred, ill will, condemnation of others.

Think about how you promote unity within your family, in everyday life, within the organization where you work, in communication with acquaintances and strangers, in the very structure of your thoughts. You can always correct the flaws in your thinking and behavior, if any are found. Just don't beat yourself up for these mistakes. Remember that for many millennia humanity has moved from unity to disunity. During this time, strong stereotypes of appropriate thinking have been developed - aimed at separation. Hence your habit of judging, criticizing, building walls between people. Hence the widely practiced methods of magical, energy protection. These methods no longer work! You do not need to protect yourself from each other if you are surrounded by the most powerful protection - a multi-dimensional radiant shell of the energies of love. This shell allows you to remain yourself, keep your strength with you, be invulnerable to any evil - and at the same time not separate from the whole, not oppose yourself to the world.

Any opposition to the world now will harm you. Everything that unites you, everything that you find in common with others, is good for you.

Just remember that unification does not mean equalization. A single whole can consist of different parts that are not at all similar to each other. Your biological organism is also a single whole, but how many groups of cells are completely different from each other! Blood cells are not at all like nerve cells, the cells of the bone and muscle systems are arranged differently, the cells of each organ are unique and inimitable, they have completely different functions and principles of action, and yet they form a single whole - a living organism. If all cells were the same, it would be a very primitive organism. If we imagine each person as a cell of the organism of the Universe, one can understand how complex and comprehensive this organism is, if it contains such different, dissimilar cells!

Be sympathetic to dissimilarity different people Each other. If someone thinks and lives in a completely different way than you, accept it calmly. And remember that for all your dissimilarity, you are connected on a very deep level. It's like a tree that has many leaves, branches, flowers, buds, which may seem to exist separately, but in fact they are all connected together by a common root. For humanity, this root is the community of Divine origin.

Everyone is Divine, whether he knows it or not, whether it manifests itself in his life or not. Remember this. And remember that your task is to unite in Divinity. This can radically change your attitude towards each other, fill your hearts with warmth and care for each other.

Remember that your essence is Divine Light and Love. Share Light and Love with each other. Remember that the whole Universe loves you immensely and is watching your every step with hope.

With love to you, Kryon.

From the author. Time to collect stones

We all know the phrase that there is a time to scatter stones, and there is a time to collect them. You and I are also like those scattered in different sides stones, which it is time to come together again. Each of us is a spark of God, but many have forgotten about it, because they were too far from their source, penetrating deep into darkness, into the density of matter. And how can another association not arise here, not to recall the story of the prodigal son who returned home and fell at the feet of his father. This is how we, travelers who have been torn away from home, are now returning to our Heavenly Father. All roads lead there, home, to the source, to our family, from which we all come. Further there is no road in the darkness, now our road is only towards the light. And if we do not forget about this, if in every word, deed, desire, intention, action we keep a guideline - to the Light of God, then everything in our life will be prosperous, then our path will pass peacefully, calmly, and we ourselves will filled with grace.

And one more important thing I noticed on the example of both my own and many of our like-minded people who, together with us, are doing the work of Light. People are changing radically along the way - and all these changes are certainly positive. Moreover, many acquire talents, abilities, new amazing qualities, which, it would seem, they did not even have a hint of before! It may even seem that these qualities seem to have fallen from the sky, as if they came from nowhere. In fact, these are our own qualities that we lost during our journey into the dense layers of matter. And now we rightfully return them to ourselves.

Man, being originally a being of an angelic nature, possessed so many magnificent qualities, gifts, abilities that it is now difficult for us to even imagine. Each of us is initially brilliant, each of us is initially powerful. But as we plunged into matter, we were forced to give up many of our beautiful qualities. Otherwise, we could not reduce our vibrations to the level of dense matter - and without this we could not exist in earthly conditions. And the deeper we plunged into the density of matter, the more we had to “cut”, limit ourselves. Many of us even lost our self-esteem and self-respect along the way - because we vaguely remembered our former greatness, and in comparison with it, we seemed to ourselves today to be too miserable, insignificant, worthless ...

Now everything will be different. It's time to give up such remnants as a sense of worthlessness. It's time to regain everything lost - what we lost while moving away from God and going into the depths of matter. Now we are returning back, and along the way, the gifts we left behind will be waiting for us. They are still ours, and we can rightfully take them back! Go to the Light, be guided by Love and gratitude - and your lost talents and best qualities will return to you. This will happen gradually but steadily. You will get more and more opportunities. You will discover new wonderful facets in yourself. You will begin to master such grandiose tasks that previously seemed beyond your reach. Movement in the flow of the energies of the Universe, which lead us to unity with God, to His Light and Love, which help us to realize that we ourselves are God - this is a guarantee that our power will increase day by day. Let's congratulate each other that we live in this wonderful time. Millennial wanderings are over. We are on a happy journey homeward.

Be blessed along the way!

Practice. The path to unity

Exercise 1. Affirmations to help you become more open and at the same time invulnerable

Go to the mirror, look into the eyes of your reflection, and see your highest angelic essence behind your appearance. Say slowly, out loud:

I am a spark of God, I am an integral part of God, for which the time has come to return home, to the one Divine whole. I passed with honor all the trials that fell to my lot in the material world, and now I am returning to God, to His Light and Love.

I treat myself with great respect as a being of Divine Light. I rightfully put myself at the center of my world - and at the same time I recognize the right of any other person to also be the center of their own world.

I have enough strength, I have enough Light and Love to remain invulnerable to outside influences, and at the same time be open to the world without putting barriers between themselves and people.

I am an equal part of the great unified organism that humanity is. I send Love and Light to all humanity and every part of it. I have enough strength, I have enough Light and Love to, remaining at my convictions, calmly, without condemnation and rejection, treat other people, even if they are very different from me. I give every person the right to be himself and behave as he sees fit. I give the same right to myself. I always remember that people came to Earth in the name of a great experiment in which energy is being tested. I am sure that every person has the right to conduct this experiment as he sees fit. I respect the free will of every person. I also have the right to exercise my free will at every moment of my life - but at the same time I am aware that I myself bear full responsibility for my actions and must be ready to fully experience all their consequences.

I choose in every act, word, thought, desire, intention to be guided only by Light and Love. I choose to always think about both my own and the common good.

I choose to live in such a way that the consequences of my actions do not harm me or anyone else. I take responsibility for being a channel of Divine Love and Light in the human world.

Exercise 2. Light pillar of ascent to God

This exercise will help you consciously raise your vibrations as you ascend from materiality to Divine unity.

Make it a rule every day, at any time convenient for you, you can in the morning upon awakening or in the evening before going to bed, take a few minutes to imagine yourself in a bright, golden-yellow radiant column of light. Imagine that this pillar goes vertically upwards to an infinite height. Think of it as a strong, powerful pole, wide enough for you to float freely inside it. This is your own ray of Divine light, by which you ascend to Divine unity. When you are inside this beam, you are completely protected from any influences. material world, you are cleansed, enlightened, and your Divine nature is revealed to the maximum. This is a high-vibration beam that raises the level of your vibrations by an order of magnitude higher.

When you can visualize yourself well enough inside a beam of light, you can reproduce this state at any moment, wherever you are.

A word of caution: when we raise our vibrations too quickly, our physical body experiences some discomfort, such as dizziness or a feeling of being ungrounded, as if we are in zero gravity. If this happens to you, do the following: after entering the Divine column of light, take a deep breath, and imagine that you are pulling this light into yourself with force. Your aura thickens and immediately begins to shine brighter. You will immediately feel stronger, more secure, and more grounded.

based on materials from the book: Schmidt Tamara - "Kryon. 11 challenges to let the Light in."

On the eve of the round table "Issues of conservation and updating in modern conditions heritage of the Roerichs" in Public Chamber Russian Federation on the site "Movement for the revival of domestic science" an article by Dr. philosophical sciences A.V. Ivanov and Doctor of Philosophy I.V. Fotiyeva (Barnaul) "The Roerich Movement at the Crossroads". In it, the authors write about the crisis of the Roerich movement, projecting onto the Roerich organizations the situation of opposition between the Ministry of Culture and the International Center of the Roerichs (ICR) and creating their odious image.

A.V. Ivanov and I.V. Fotieva argue that the current leadership of the ICR "calls on the Roerich organizations to fight the state for the public status of the Center to the bitter end." At the same time, referring to the financial problems of the ICR, it is emphasized that “the state has not only legal, but even moral grounds to stop the activities of the ICR”, which is not true. It must be said that the Roerich organizations, as part of the state and society, exercising their constitutional right, do not aim to oppose government departments. There are many examples of their fruitful cooperation with government agencies and local governments. This long-standing practice confirms the possibility of a constructive dialogue between public organizations and government authorities with bilateral and equal observance of interests.

Defending the public status of the ICR, the Roerich organizations are not defending someone's narrowly personal goals, but the will of its founder, Svetoslav Roerich. Svyatoslav Nikolaevich outlined his concept of the Center - Museum in the article "You can't delay!" . He noted that “the subordination of the Center to the Ministry of Culture, and even more so to the Museum of the Arts of the Peoples of the East, would lead to an unjustified, in my opinion, deliberate narrowing of the tasks and capabilities of the Center. The Center, in my opinion, should have significant independence, flexibility, and the ability to function over departmental barriers, using new, non-traditional approaches, directly reaching out to the international community. The Center is a product of the new time, new tasks, and, apparently, it is necessary to take into account the experience of other organizations that arose in the Soviet Union during Lately, to use this valuable experience for the benefit of a new undertaking.

The essence of the concept of the Center-Museum is that its most optimal functioning can be in the status public organization…».

A.V. Ivanov and I.V. Fotiyev do not attach importance to the legal form of the public Center - the Museum. But we have many examples when state status has not become a guarantor of the preservation of cultural values. So the legacy of the outstanding orientalist Yuri Roerich was not protected by the state, and instead of creating a memorial museum in the scientist’s apartment, his art collection of more than a hundred paintings by N.K. and S.N. The Roerichs and other valuables ended up in closed private collections of wealthy connoisseurs of art in Russia, Ukraine and other countries. The tragic story of the collections left in the apartment after the death of Yu.N. Roerich, is described in detail in the book by D.Yu. Revyakin "The Dying Heritage".

Another example. Collection donated by S.N. Roerich to the International Center of the Roerichs, initially, by the will of the donor, it was supposed to have the status of a heritage included in the non-state part of the Museum Fund of the Russian Federation. Contrary to the will of S.N. Roerich, the Ministry of Culture transferred part of the collection to S.N. Roerich, bequeathed to the ICR, namely, 288 paintings, to the Museum of the East, where in 1993 they were transferred from temporary to permanent storage. Later, the Ministry of Culture, by order No. 633 of September 13, 1999, included the above-mentioned part of the collection into the museum fund of the State Museum of the East. So the collection of S.N. Roerich, owned by the ICR, was divided by the Ministry of Culture, and S.N. Roerich about the integrity of the heritage transmitted by him, which was called upon to realize the ICR as a public organization, was violated. These are the facts, built on the basis of documents, convincing of the absence of guarantees of safety by state organizations.

A.V. Ivanov and I.V. Fotieva support the project “On the establishment with state support of a Russian public organization for the preservation and study of the heritage of the Roerich family”, developed under the leadership of A.P. Losyukov, ignoring the historical experience of the Roerich movement, the center of which was and remains the ICR, and it is supposed to state the heritage of the Roerich family, which is the property of the ICR. The authors of the article forget that the ICR as a public organization was created by one of the Roerichs, who, according to Academician L.V. Shaposhnikova, "acted according to the Plan of Teachers" . Lyudmila Vasilievna, to whom the authors of the article verbally express their respect, repeatedly emphasized that it is the duty of all the followers of the Roerichs not to forget who created the ICR and who was his Mentor and "not only enjoy the fruits of the labor of the Great, but also protect them."

Speaking about the crisis of the modern Roerich movement, the authors of the article name four main problems. Let's consider them.

The first problem is indicated as the unwillingness of many participants in the Roerich movement to soberly analyze the situation and the desire to fetishize the ICR. It should be noted that representatives of the Roerich movement, speaking in defense of the ICR, do not fetishize the Center-Museum, but protect its honor and good name from attacks. This was called for back in 1992 in his address to the Roerich Societies of Russia and other independent states, the founder of the ICR, Svetoslav Roerich. " International Center The Roerichs, created on my initiative and of which I am the honorary President, has become the organization through which I can contact and cooperate with the Roerich societies,” he wrote. -<…>Carry high the banner of the Teaching and our Teachers, do not let it be used for evil purposes. Protect the International Center of the Roerichs, help its staff, don't let anyone interfere with its work…” .

With regard to attacks on the ICR, Lyudmila Vasilievna Shaposhnikova repeatedly wrote in her articles. Let's take her words. “During its existence, the ICR has been constantly attacked by other organizations and individuals. Some believe that the reason for all the difficulties is the "dark" people who have infiltrated the ICR. Others believe that the reason is that the ICR does not know how to work.<…>But then in the same way it is possible to approach the activities of the Roerichs themselves.

Who said that the Roerichs themselves succeeded in everything? Who said that they were not slandered? Who said they didn't interfere? Everything that happened to them was a hundred times stronger than what happens to the ICR. We are following a well-trodden path. One trial of Horsch cost them when three favorite students of Elena Ivanovna and Nikolai Konstantinovich opposed them in court and destroyed the newly created museum! Is it therefore necessary to say that the Roerichs are not true followers of those Teachers whom we honor? .

Calling for the protection of the ICR, L.V. Shaposhnikova noted that “now we are going through a time when defense is also a form of cooperation, defense is also our platform.”

The second problem is identified in the article as the ignorance and intellectual laziness of the majority of representatives of Roerich's organizations. Of course, these qualities are inherent in some people and organizations that joined the Roerich movement! And no one will deny that a person who considers himself a follower of the ideas of the Roerich family must constantly improve his cultural level, engage in self-education. But the difficulty lies in the fact that this can only be done independently and voluntarily. No one can force another to cultivate. L.V. Shaposhnikova spoke about the problem of self-improvement of the participants of the Roerich movement back in 1997. She noted that “this is a big job. One resolution or draft does not raise such a matter. This is a process, a creative process, a difficult process, without which the real Roerich movement cannot exist. And in the Roerich movement, of course, there is an enlightened part of the people and it cannot be discounted.

The authors of the article draw readers' attention to the fact that "the quality of reports at annual conferences at the ICR in all years leaves much to be desired" . At the same time, A.V. Ivanov and I.V. Fotieva do not mention participation in these International conferences such well-known academicians of the Russian Academy of Sciences as A.L. Yanshin, V.V. Struminsky, V.B. Raushenbakh, B.S. Sokolov, E.I. Shemyakin, V.N. Bolshakov, V.A. Matrosov and many others, the high quality of whose reports is beyond doubt. Speeches by L.V. Shaposhnikova, who made a breakthrough in the process of understanding the Living Ethics as the fundamental paradigm of the philosophy of cosmic reality, are also not taken into account.

"The creative union of teaching with modern science and philosophy is the most important task of the movement,” the authors of the article note, and one cannot but agree with this. Scientific activity is one of the platforms for cooperation between the ICR and the Roerich movement. And much has already been done in this direction - both in the organization of International Scientific and Public Conferences at the ICR, and in the holding by the International Council of Roerich Organizations named after S.N. Roerich of twelve International Social and Scientific Forums in Russia and abroad with wide participation of the scientific community different countries peace.

Despite the difficulties, representatives of the true Roerich movement continue to work towards the formation of a new cosmic thinking through science.

The third problem identified in the article is the lack of in-depth study of the primary sources themselves by people who consider themselves followers of the Roerichs. What, according to the authors, is the reason for the misunderstanding of the foundations of the Teaching and, first of all, the idea of ​​spiritual hierarchy. The issue of studying primary sources is directly related to the problem of self-education, as already mentioned above. In addition, as the article by A.V. Ivanov "Living Ethics as Metaknowledge", published in the newspaper "Levsha" in 2001, the study of primary sources does not always lead to their true understanding. The article clearly traces the contradiction in the question of understanding the Hierarchy. On the one hand, the author speaks about the significance of the Hierarchy, giving paramount importance to the books of the Living Ethics, H.I. and N.K. Roerich, E.P. Blavatsky, on the other hand, argues that “the immeasurable replication of secondary sources such as “The Facets of Agni Yoga” or “The Teachings of the Temple” is unacceptable”. What became secondary sources for Ivanov, for Helena Ivanovna Roerich were the most valuable pearls of High Sayings and sources of the One Divine Wisdom. Her review of the Records of B.N. Abramova: “...with joy, three times, I confirm what you convey to me, as it comes from the Highest Source.<…>I would very much like to have more lines of Sayings revealed to you. Keep these pearls ... ". And her words about the “Teaching of the Temple”: “The Teaching was given by the Brother of the White Lodge, the Teacher Hilarion. This teaching is known as "Temple Teaching".

Let us quote the words of Boris Andreevich Danilov, head of the Novosibirsk publishing house Algim, a student of B.N. Abramov about this article by A.V. Ivanova. “One has to be surprised that people, on the one hand, talk about the significance of the Hierarchy in the Universe and in people's lives, about the indisputability of the authority of the Great Teacher, H.I. and N.K. Roerichs and immediately doubt the correctness of Their Instructions. They begin to sow doubts in the minds of people about the meaning of B.N. Abramov and his Records. At the same time, for greater persuasiveness, they try to artificially equate the Teaching of Living Ethics and the Records of B.N. Abramov - information that came to him from the High Source. But no one anywhere can find evidence that Boris Nikolayevich himself carried out this equality between the Teaching and his Records. There is no such evidence! In the published volumes of the Records there is nowhere even a hint that the Teaching and the Records are equal. Primary here has always been and remains the Teaching of Living Ethics. Since in the texts of the Recordings there is neither direct nor indirect assertion of their equality to the Teaching, then there seems to be nothing to talk about. But ... someone really wants to make their own invention.

This example clearly shows that the interpretation of the concept of "Hierarchy" by the author of this article differs in meaning from the explanations of E.I. Roerich of this question, and that reading the Teaching for a deep understanding of its foundations is clearly not enough.

Returning to the article by A.V. Ivanova and I.V. Fotiyeva “The Roerich Movement at the Crossroads”, let us recall the lines from the book of the Teaching “Hierarchy”: “The manifestation of the chain of Hierarchy is built by the fulfillment of the Higher Will”; “Only the manifestation of the fulfillment of the Higher Will is the Hierarchy of Service”; “How can humanity think of approaching the Highest without recognizing the earthly Deputies of the Hierarchy?” . For followers of the Living Ethics, the Roerich family became such earthly Deputies of the Hierarchy and their will is the Will of the Teacher. The will of Svyatoslav Nikolaevich Roerich was clearly and clearly expressed by him - the ICR should remain in the status of a public organization. And Lyudmila Vasilievna Shaposhnikova always followed this line. And if one of her contemporaries violates this line, it means that he cannot be a link in the chain of the spiritual hierarchy, which is obvious.

The fourth problem identified in the article by A.V. Ivanova and I.V. Fotieva, results in a call to the participants of the Roerich movement to sharply intensify their social and political activities. Even a superficial acquaintance with the works of the members of the Roerich family gives a clear understanding that neither they themselves nor the institutions founded by them have ever been involved in politics. Nicholas Konstantinovich Roerich wrote in his article “Culture”: “We have never been involved in politics, and I know that this circumstance sometimes caused bewilderment and even censure. They did not belong to any political party and even had some lengthy and unpleasant conversations about this. But both from the first beginning, and to this day, we remain non-party progressives, devoted to the cultural and educational cause. The field of Culture is so original and vast that it is impossible to introduce permanently shaky political considerations into it. It is precisely the area of ​​Culture that is unshakable, and its doors are open to everything that thinks about creation, about peace, about the good, about the prosperity of peoples.

The question arises in the name of what the authors of the article A.V. Ivanov and I.V. Fotieva. L.V. Shaposhnikova, opposing the positions “in the name of the common good” and “in the name of one’s own”, noted with regret that in modern traditional science “the approach “in the name of one’s own” flourishes very much: this is when there is no one higher than oneself ... ". The authors of the article openly elevate themselves above the ICR and the Roerich movement and, considering themselves to be learned people who are better than others in the creative heritage of the Roerichs, instruct readers in those issues that they themselves have not understood enough.

If a person works in the name of love for the Highest, he will not belittle others, but will follow the path of the Great Lord, “who has endured,” as E.I. Roerich, - all the horrors and torments of earthly hell and who showed the way of redemption by deeds of selflessness and Love in the name of the Common Good.

E.S. Kulakova, Candidate of Art History, Head of the National Museum of the Roerich Family,
Novokuznetsk

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Magical Britain was shaken by a scandal of unprecedented proportions. The ladies, gathering in their little pavilions, were undoubtedly horrified and repeated the same phrase. - And she says: “In the name of the common good” ... The men nervously looked at the photographs from the newspapers, in a cold sweat remembering if they had lit with the former Pruett in those days. The story was unpleasant and scandalous. Molly, now a Weasley, despite her marriage to a magician with the seal of a blood traitor, gave birth and gave birth to children. Red, like her and her husband, but no doubt they were all magicians. How it happened, no one could understand, because even purebred and strong families of magicians, sometimes they could bear one or two children. The new mother-heroine from the school bench was an excellent potions master, although she did not receive mastery. She also had her own developments and improvements. Like, for example, an aphrodisiac or amortentia. Having used them, the wizard or witch must have felt a craving for all the red-haired magicians. This served as the thread that Lord Malfoy pulled at one time, realizing with horror that he had discovered the secret of the children of the Weasley family. Lucius decided to purchase a love potion for Narcissa. And then she can’t stand him, and since Severus was busy, he acquired the potion in one of the shops of the Fierce. When he began to pull on redheads, the blond suspected a dirty trick. And he brought the remains to his friend, for examination. The next morning, the evil Severus burst into the manor and asked where he got the potion with the terrible ingredient - Molly's spit. Severus and Lucius were just remembering that they had been attracted to redheads more than once. Drunk with grief, from awareness of the situation. After a while, McNair approached them, they already drank the third bottle together, because the third magician also remembered something ... Also, looking through old memories together, they found evidence. They remembered that Rabastan Lestrange at one time also whipped Molly. And everyone, during the action of the Mollin production potions, really wanted to eat, which they did quite uncivilized, literally stuffing more food into their mouths with their hands. Severus paled as he remembered how, at one of the dinners in Lestrange Hall, the Dark Lord did not eat, but ate like the last pig. And everyone pretended that it was necessary. The Weasley children were not blood traitors, all seven. The fact is that Arthur, bearing an enlarged seal on himself, was powerless in terms of procreation. That's it, and sometimes he wondered why he had so many red-haired children in his house? By all honesty and not so Death Eaters organized to take some blood in a large family. How they did not notice Rita Skitter at their meetings is incomprehensible to the mind, but in The Prophet, the day after the first analyzes, the first shocking articles appeared. "William and Charlie. Dumbledore or Weasley?" "Why didn't Albus Wulfric Percival Brian Dumbledore recognize his children?" “Shocking news! Chairman of the Wizengamot, the great light wizard has a traditional orientation! We didn't believe it ourselves, but the magical paternity test was checked three times…” “…that's why he married her so suddenly, but not in a magical marriage,” Lord Pruett commented thoughtfully. Although his daughter was unpleasantly struck, it’s better that way. He is ready to accept her and her heirs back to Rod. The Great White Magician also ordered an article where he tried to whitewash his act. Albus was not such a disgusting father, at one time he helped his sons get a good education, and then arranged for a profitable and interesting work . How much blood the goblins drank to him. And over a working contract, they bickered for three days. And they didn’t take a decent bribe to the dragon reserve without a recommendation and a decent bribe. He is ready to recognize his sons and give them his well-known surname. For some reason the boys refuse. They also rarely visit their father. But McNair quietly rejoiced, clutching his pale son to him. He had to give half of the accumulated funds to a good lawyer (advised by Malfoy), but he was free and he had an heir. True, thin, but smart, like a great-grandfather, although he looks like a scumbag. But never mind, outdoor work will make a man out of him. The magician decided that he would definitely take his son to the next hunt for acromantulas. Percy was almost resigned to his fate. You can't argue against a dad like that. Fred and George, when they found out who their father was, were a little sad, because Rabastan Lestrange should have been released for many crimes only after one hundred and twenty years. But then they learned that after coming of age they can receive an inheritance after passing the necessary tests. So with the help of an attorney from Gringotts, they began to find out the necessary information. And for the first time in their lives, they began to study responsibly. The dream of becoming rich and influential turned out to be real in fulfillment. They literally bit into the Code of the Genus and performed the necessary rituals. Molly looked at all this with a good-natured smile. She decided a long time ago that she would try to bring peace to the magical community. And children from different magicians from two opposing sides are her contribution to the common cause. After all, when stupid Lily and Alice ran around with a wand at the ready and infuriated everyone without exception (and their husbands and Death Eaters). She, like a decent witch, went pregnant, bringing new life. For some reason, everyone turned too pale when they found out who Ron's father was. The poor boy generally locked himself in his room and refused to come out. Think Tom Riddle. She did not know that this gallant man, who responds well to her love spells, is the Dark Lord. And the child from him was stupid. Even the Death Eaters confirmed this, they say: "Mother magic rested on the son of the Dark Lord." And if before Ron was jealous of the fame of the Boy Who Lived, now at twelve, realizing that last year Harry flunked Professor Quirrell obsessed with his daddy, he felt sad and cheered up. Fame was more than enough for him. Especially everyone paid attention to the color of the eyes and advised to repaint in dark chestnut. Ginny was Snape's daughter. Mom came up with the signature Bat evil eye in honor of her father, who once again was drunk and grieved for Lily. Severus showed up at the Burrow's porch the next morning, after taking a hangover drink. After talking calmly with Molly and thanking her for raising his child, he asked permission to meet with his daughter for her education. He hinted that he would not give, despite all the plans of Molly, his blood for Potter's idiot. He's got rich aristocrats - half of the Slytherin faculty. Get somebody drunk. The former Pruett smiled and nodded her head in agreement. How tense all the Lords were when they found out about such setups, and finally put special spells on the tapestries so that they showed the bastards. Lucius was surprised to learn that once his father, respected Abraxas, had two more children on the side, which means that the family curse on the only heir is no longer valid. Three leaves also stretched from Lucius: Colin Creevy Malfoy and Dennis Creevy Malfoy, and even the charming Luna Lovegood. Her father was just looking for Nargles at that time. On the one hand, it was joyful, on the other, beloved Narcissa was a true Black, and could deprive him of the joys of life and life itself in very quick and drastic ways. Magical England was rocked by scandals. Fathers found their children. Families reunited and dispersed. And the cunning Rita Skitter did get to Molly with the question: “Why did she need all this?” - In the name of the common good, - the inspirer of the entire Order of the Phoenix and its founder smiled softly. - For the common good.

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A traveler in a dark cloak walked along a forest road, which seemed to bite into the very heart of the forest and divide it into two parts. It got cold. Rare snowflakes fell from the sky, and the traveler thought that he had every chance to spend the night in the open. It was his first time in these places. His path lay in the ancient city of Abion, where the wanderer hoped to replenish his stock of legends. He has long collected fairy tales, epics, songs. With each new city, there were more and more entries in his shabby notebooks, and the traveler believed that one day they would not disappear with him, but would be necessary for someone.

A gust of wind almost tore off the man's wide-brimmed hat. He held her back and once again looked at the blackening sky. Looks like the snow will get worse tonight. The inhabitants of the small village he left this morning said that just beyond the forest stood the majestic castle of Aloria, owned by a local nobleman, and around it sprawled a large settlement. That's where the traveler hoped to get.

The sound of a hunting horn was heard in the distance. It looks like the owner of the castle is having fun, despite the bad weather and the approach of night. Well, rich people have their quirks.

The forest around began to thin. The traveler realized that he still had the opportunity to hide from the weather, and quickened his pace. Soon he really saw a rather large settlement. But close up, it turned out that most of the houses were abandoned, and no matter whose door he knocked on, no one was in a hurry to open it.

Looks like today is not my day, the man whispered.

He reached the other end of the village, but he did not find a place to stay. There were only three houses ahead. They looked dilapidated, but a leaky roof overhead is better than none at all. The man knocked on the window of the nearest one.

What you need? Get out! - I heard a sonorous boyish voice.

Excuse me, said the teller. “I'm just a traveler. Won't you let me in for the night? The weather is getting worse. I'm afraid it will snow overnight.

No one answered. The man was about to move on, when suddenly the door opened, and in a sheaf of light that escaped, the thin figure of the owner of the house froze.

Come on in,” he said without anger. “I mistook you for the servants of the prince.

The man entered the house. The boy standing in front of him was about sixteen years old, but he had the look of an adult, worldly-wise man. His face was pale and tired. For a moment, the storyteller even thought that he was ill.

You decided in vain to stay in our village, - the boy said. Are you not afraid to die?

Die? Why? - the traveler froze on the threshold.

Ah, so you don’t know ... - the guy sighed. - Nevermind. Come on, settle down. I'll throw wood on the fire.

The man studied the poor furnishings of the room. There were no frills, only the essentials. Looks like the guy lived alone. Or not, somewhere there must be a child whose tattered toys lay on the floor.

My name is Eric, - the guest introduced himself. – I am from Samarin. It's far beyond the sea.

I know, - the guy turned around. “My grandfather once sailed from there. My name is Rad.

Do you live alone? Eric decided to ask, even if such inquiries were impolite.

With my sister, - Rad answered, having finished fiddling around the hearth. - She is already sleeping. Where are you going, if not a secret?

In Abion. I collect stories, and this city is famous for its legendary history. I would like to learn more about it, see the famous princely palace, ancient columns ... And, of course, replenish my stocks of stories and songs, - the man smiled. The smile made his wrinkled, weathered face pleasant and almost youthful.

Well, you have about two weeks left of the journey, and you will be there.

If more interesting tales don't delay me anywhere. Sometimes small villages hide more treasures than ancient cities.

My advice to you - do not linger in our area. It will not lead to good. Are you hungry?

I have food with me. Will you join? - Eric laid out a large slice of bread and several pieces of fried meat from a knapsack on the table.

No thanks," Rad replied. He took a pot of boiled vegetables from the stove and placed it in front of the guest. - Eat yourself.

Thank you. What are you doing here? Nobody opens the doors. This is not according to the law of hospitality.

The laws of hospitality have not been applied in these lands for a long time, - said the boy. “Everyone here is for himself. And an unknown disease reigns in the houses. People go to sleep never to wake up, so get out of here as soon as dawn breaks and never come back the same way.

And what kind of disease? Eric wasn't scared. He often heard of strange epidemics breaking out here and there. Perhaps the inhabitants of this village can be helped.

Who knows? Rad shrugged. “People are just dropping like flies. They go to bed perfectly healthy, and at night they die in their sleep. Nobody can explain why. Not a single doctor.

The guy somehow strangely singled out the word "doctor", and Eric, who had seen a lot in his life, immediately caught it.

And not a doctor? - he asked.

Long story,” Rad waved him off.

But I want to listen! Please, tell me, - the storyteller's eyes sparkled. He felt that this village would give him an unforgettable history.

Well, it's not a secret for the locals. It won't hurt if you find out too.

Rad sat opposite the guest. Now he seemed even older than at first glance.

How old are you? Eric asked.

Fifteen, - the boy almost confirmed his previous guess. - It happened about three years ago. I don’t remember the details anymore, and since then there have been no rumors. But I will try to tell you how it really was.

Eric prepared to listen. Later, at stops along the way, he would write down the story in great detail, but now it was necessary not to miss a word.

It all started quite simply, - the boy seemed to collect his thoughts. - The old prince died, and his eldest son Sazar took his place. At first, nothing changed for us. Everyone lived as they lived. The prince arranged balls and receptions in the castle, called the neighbors to hunt. People were working, getting ready for winter. On the edge of our village then stood the house of a woman. Her name was Nikanora. Everyone in the village knew that she was a witch, and they tried not to quarrel with her. But you understand that there is no other decree for the prince than his own. One day there was a big party in the castle. Many guests arrived, and in the morning they went hunting. The witch had a beloved black goat. His temper was terrible. He often broke free and once even nearly jacked me up on his horns. Despite this, people bypassed the goat, as well as his mistress. The hunt did not go well that day, and the prince returned home in a bad mood. The goat had just loosened its leash and was walking near the forest. Then the prince said: “I cannot return without prey! Let the goat, but I will shoot. He fired, the goat fell. Nikanora ran up to the noise. She saw the dead pet and cursed the prince.

And what do you think this disease was caused by a curse?

Yes, the boy nodded. “Shortly after that incident, a terrible hurricane hit our lands. Then we learned that it only affected the castle and our village. Of course, then no one thought about the curse. The elements cannot be stopped or predicted. But the spring was terribly cold, and the summer so hot that even those plantings that withstood the cold burned to the ground. The prince didn't care about anything. Many people died of starvation. Of course, this did not affect the castle much. Probably, Sazar did not even notice that the number of his subjects decreased. And then this disease came ... There is no family in the village that it would not touch. My sister and my parents also died from it. First mother, then father. When the epidemic reached the castle, the prince panicked. His younger son and the mother also fell ill and died. Then he went to bow to Nikanora, but the witch did not accept him. She said that he himself was to blame, that nothing would change until he corrected himself. And the next day Nikanora packed her things and left the village forever. Then Sazar gathered in the castle the most famous sorcerers and fortune tellers of the country. They performed their rituals and said that Nikanora awakened the ancient gods, and in order to calm them down, a sacrifice is needed - the most youngest child in the village. It must be burned at the stake on the day of the next new moon.

And what is the prince? Eric listened with bated breath.

What about the prince? He ordered a sacrifice. And the new moon starts tomorrow. The only thing is that the youngest in our village is my sister, Miranda.

Rad was silent. He sat with his head down, and Eric couldn't find the right words.

Wait, he said softly. – What about the people? What about the villagers? Your neighbors? Do they agree to such a crime?

The boy nodded.

They don't mind, he said. Who cares about two orphans? And the epidemic is a common problem. They think we should be proud that we can benefit the village.

But why don't you try to run then? Why are you staying here?

We are being watched,” Rad replied. “I don’t think anyone will detain you if you decide to leave our house. But it’s worth taking a step beyond the threshold for me or my sister, as the neighbors will be right there. I have tried. They even threatened to lock us up so that we would not go anywhere, but then they decided to show mercy and let us stay at home.

It's terrible, - whispered the storyteller. - What to do?

Don't know. But no matter what happens, I will not give them my sister. Let them kill me first.

Silence reigned in the room again, broken only by the crackling of firewood in the stove. Eric looked at the calm, confident face of his interlocutor and thought how cruel fate can be. Why? Why are people willing to take someone else's life so easily for their own good? The life of a child, even two. And there is nothing to help them. Unless he himself stays here and talks with the inhabitants of the village ... It can not be that their hearts have become so hardened. It just can't be...

You give up early, Rad," Eric finally spoke up. There is always a way out of any situation, even the most difficult one.

Yes? Then point it out to me, - the boy answered gloomily and turned away. It seems that he no longer believed that everything could end well for him.

You need to think about it, - the storyteller got to his feet and walked around the room. The wind howled outside. No matter how hard you try, you won't get far in this weather. Although, on the other hand, bad weather could play into their hands. It is unlikely that the fellow villagers of Rada and Miranda assume that two children will decide to leave the house during such a snowstorm.

You know what, Rad? Eric sat down again opposite the boy. - I have one idea. Risky, of course, but anything is better than dying at the stake.

Rad was silent, and only the gaze of his blue eyes betrayed how tense he was and heeded every word of the speaker.

I need a big bag. Will there be?

Yes. What for?

I'll try to help your little sister get out of here. Tell me, is it a long walk to the next village?

IN good weather- about an hour.

Well... Would you risk trusting me with Miranda's life? Eric asked, although he could have guessed the answer anyway.

I'll take the risk if you explain to me what you are going to do, - said Rad.

We'll put the girl in a sack so I can carry her out of the village. If we're lucky, we'll reach the next village. There I will leave the girl at the inn or with some people, and I will come back for you. Of course, we may not reach, freeze on the way. But, on the other hand, it's better that way than to die tomorrow terrible death. Is it coming?

I have no choice,” Rad shrugged. He seemed completely calm, and Eric could only guess what the boy was really thinking. - Only…

You don't need to come back here. You will freeze somewhere halfway. If you really want to help us, take care of Miranda. Find her a new home. And I can handle myself.

Eric stood in the middle of the room and didn't know what to say. What force moved the boy? Determination? Love for a sister? Or humility, readiness for death?

I'll come back for you, and this is not discussed, - said the man. “Now help me.” We need to find a bag and cook your little sister.

The bag was found within minutes. Eric made several small holes in it and lined the bottom with a warm jacket that apparently belonged to the father of the children. Rad went to the next room, and soon returned, holding the hand of a sleepy baby. She looked like a sparrow in a gray dress and a scarf thrown over instead of a jacket.

No, I won’t go without you, - the girl pulled out her hand.

You promised your mother that you would obey me. Come on, get dressed.

Rad pulled his patched overcoat over his sister and stopped, waiting for Eric to tell her to move on.

Don't be afraid, everything will be fine, - the man leaned over to the little girl and patted her wheat pigtails. - I promise you.

Glad, - Miranda clung to her brother, - I won't go without you.

So it is necessary, sister, - the boy carefully released from her grip. - I'll be with you soon.

The girl sobbed softly, but did not try to resist anymore. Rad gently hugged her, as if afraid to betray his feelings, and then pushed her towards Eric. Miranda took the soiled doll and climbed into the bag.

Are you comfortable? Eric asked. - Not afraid?

No, the girl shook her head.

Sit quietly, especially until we leave the village. Agreed?

Yes, - Miranda squeaked, and Eric tied the bag.

Got something to breathe? - he asked.

Uh-huh, - came from the bag.

That's good.

The man put on a hat and coat. All this time he was watching Rad, but the boy was standing by the hearth, as if it didn’t seem to him at all what was happening.

See you. I'll be back by morning," Eric promised.

No need. Better look after your sister,” Rad answered quietly.

The man wanted to tell him something else, but the right words could not be found. Then he carefully lifted the bag.

Is everything okay, Mira? - he asked.

Uh-huh, - came from the bag.

We go out. Now shut up.

Rad walked them to the door. It really snowed big flakes, but the wind died down a little, and Eric hoped that everything would work out for him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the shutters on the window of a neighboring house slightly open. He was being watched. Let it go. He came with a bag and left with a bag. Does he have more belongings with him or less - did anyone pay attention to this?

Indeed, no one blocked his path. The fact that Rad remained in the empty house also played a role in this. The boy stood on the threshold for about a minute so that the neighbors could see that he was staying, and then slammed the door behind him.

Walking was hard. His feet slipped on the snow, and Eric did his best to keep from falling. Miranda was quiet. The girl must have fallen asleep, lulled by the swaying of the sack. There was little time. It is necessary to hide the girl and have time to return back before the inhabitants of the village realize that the victim has eluded them. Hurry, gotta hurry...

Rad lay on the bed and tried to sleep, but sleep did not come to him. The boy was thinking about Miranda, oh strange person who decided to help them when Rad was no longer waiting for help. He tried to push away the thought that Eric might not have made it to the next village. The blizzard outside the window intensified. She howled and moaned and wept like a lost child. And the other, human, child listened to her howl and asked himself if he would see the next night.

An hour passed, then another. Eric must have already reached his goal, and he and Miranda are warming themselves by someone's fire. Finally, Rad fell asleep, but even in his sleep he had no rest. He saw a white valley, a black sky and a sack in the snow, and next to him a sprawling body. Rad ran up to the man, tried to lift him, but he turned into an ice statue. Then the boy tried to untie the bag, although he knew what he would see there ...

There was a loud knock on the door. Rad opened his eyes - it was getting light outside. The blizzard subsided, and the blue of the sky pleased the soul. Someone else's, not his.

Open up, motherfucker! Open up or we'll kick down the doors!

Reality burst into his life in an unstoppable stream. Here it is, it started. But Eric never came back. Rad tried to convince himself that nothing had happened to the storyteller. He just did not dare to go back. Or didn't want to.

The boy slid off the bed and smoothed his tousled hair. We must muster up the courage and open the door. Look your fear in the eye.

Hey, stop messing around with him! boomed the neighbor from the house on the left, in whose arms Rad played as a child.

No need to break anything, - the boy opened the door. - I'm here.

We haven't needed you for a hundred years, - the neighbor barked. - Bring your sister here.

She's not here, - Rad shook his head.

Don't make a mistake! Another man grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and threw him off the threshold into the snow. Someone broke into the house, and then a cry was heard:

There are no girls!

Where is she? - Rada was shaking a guy who lived at the other end of the village. Where is she, who do I ask?

I preferred to take her to the forest and leave her there,” Rad smiled. It's better to freeze than to be burned alive.

Here is a puppy! yelled the rosy-cheeked young woman.

How could you?

What were you thinking, damn?

Think you can get away with it?

Rad tried to ignore what was happening around him, but his heart was beating out of his chest. I wanted to burst into tears, to run away, but you can’t bring them such joy.

They're going to tear me apart, the boy thought as someone jerked him to his feet, and then the thrush grabbed his hair.

To his fire! Let him pay! yelled from all sides. - Here's the bastard! I only thought about myself! It's necessary! Death to him! Death!

Who will you be? asked the grey-bearded old man, studying the frost-bitten face of the narrator with gimlet eyes.

My name is Eric. I collect songs and stories, - he answered, stopping next to the boy and putting his hand on his shoulder.

What have you forgotten here, storyteller?

Him, - Eric nodded towards the boy. "I hope you won't stop us from leaving?"

Oh, so you have accomplices! yelled someone in the crowd, and the people moved forward again.

Calm down, - the storyteller Rada blocked. - What are you going to do? Kill an innocent child?

Not guilty of anything? The elder stepped forward. - Is he innocent? Let it be known to you that this boy has sentenced the whole village to death. We've suffered enough as it is. Just before us appeared the path to deliverance, as this puppy imagined that he could decide the fate of the whole village. All the people living in it.

Do you blame him for protecting his sister?

What does this have to do with it? His sister was the key to getting rid of the epidemic. What are we to do now? Die?

Do you think it was easier to put the girl to a terrible death?

That's right, you're with him! boomed the elder's voice. “But you were not in our shoes, storyteller. You don't know what it's like when someone is buried in a village every week and no one is born. Yes, we are all going to die! What is the life of one person against hundreds of destinies? Judge.

Everyone has the right to life, - Eric answered confidently. - Let's say Miranda could save your village, and you decided that you had the right to seize on some stupid prediction and kill her. And Rad? He will not save you from death. However, you are ready to tear it apart. But you know him since childhood. They knew this family. And they, too, were affected by the epidemic. But it doesn't stop you that he was just trying to protect the only person he loved. No! You have lost one victim - and in return you crave another.

You speak beautifully, storyteller, - the headman arched his chest with a wheel, - but that's how we decided.

Do you think that the prediction could be false? Of course, it is easy to speak out against children. And why did none of you speak out against the prince who brought the epidemic upon you? Why? Because he doesn't suit you? Haven't any of you stirred a spark of compassion?

Some villagers separated from the crowd and trudged home. Others, on the contrary, were not going to retreat.

We give you the last chance, storyteller, - the headman said. "Go away, we won't hurt you." But the boy will pay for the betrayal.

I won't leave him," Eric shook his head.

The ring of the crowd closed. Eric drew his dagger. He hated weapons, but now was the time when life depended directly on a piece of iron in his hand. And not just Eric himself.

The man fought as hard as he could. Glad was by his side. Without a dagger, he scratched and bit like a wild cat, but there were more villagers. The dagger fell to the ground. Erik's hands were twisted behind his back and dragged to the center of the village, where a pile of branches and dry hay had already been prepared for Mira's burning. He and Rad were tied to a towering post. Someone brought a lit torch.

Forgive me,” Rad whispered. - Thank you for coming back.

I promised. Hold on, friend, - said Eric.

The hay exploded. The fire had not yet reached the condemned, but the storyteller felt the smell of heat in his face. Rad wept softly.

May this sacrifice stop the deaths in our village! - loudly shouted the elder. Let them pay for their selfishness!

And suddenly the fire went out. Only smoke billowed from charred branches.

What is this? whispered the frightened villagers. - What's wrong?

Eric opened his eyes. The ropes no longer held him back, and the man pulled the half-dead boy close to him. Through the smoke he could make out a tall female figure with a staff in her hands.

You pathetic imitations of people! came the sonorous voice of a woman. “I see that the curse has justly fallen on your heads if you are ready to kill your own kind. What did this boy and his protector do to you?

Nikanora! - exclaimed the headman and fell to his knees. - Have mercy! Remove your curse! We wanted to give the girl to your gods, but this one,” the headman pointed at Rad with a hooked finger, “took her away from us.

Have you really decided that the death of one person can save all of you? I was always amazed at human stupidity, - the sorceress laughed. “Come here,” she turned to the frozen victims.

Eric moved towards her. Nikanora was already old, but her features betrayed authority and firm will, and her eyes looked with compassion and warmth.

No one will hurt you anymore, she said. You can pack your things and leave the village safely. And to you, traveler, I want to tell you this. Only you, and this boy, of all those who are now in the village, have the right to be called people. Whoever touches them, - Nikanora turned to the crowd, - will fall dead in the same second.

Fear was read in the eyes of people, and only a few looked away from shame. Eric drew Rad with him to the house on the outskirts, and Nikanora watched them go.

Disperse, - she turned to her fellow villagers. “I can only hope that someday you will understand the gravity of your act.

But what is one life when hundreds are at stake? exclaimed the elder.

What if it was your life and not that girl's? Would you think the same?

The man wanted to say something, but remained silent, and only lowered his eyes.

Spring came. The flowers were fragrant, and the branches came to life after a long winter and blossomed with green buds. On the road from ancient Abion to the sea walked a tall man in a dark cloak. He looked at blue sky and smiled. Behind him hung a knapsack with records of songs and fairy tales, to which he devoted his whole life. In his arms, a man carried a sleeping girl. She dozed peacefully, absolutely trusting her protector. A boy of about sixteen was walking beside him. He was carrying a travel bag with the rest of their belongings.

Nothing, Eric said. - Spring is now. It's time to move on. We will visit overseas countries. You'll see, Rad, how many interesting things you can write down there.

I can't wait, - answered the boy. “I didn’t even know there were so many different stories in the world. I will probably never re-read and re-listen to them all.

Why? You have many long years ahead of you, - the storyteller smiled.

Yes, thanks to you,” the boy replied.

No, why am I here? If Nikanora had not interfered, our affairs would have been bad.

If you had not dared to go to the neighboring village during the blizzard and hide my sister, we would have simply been killed.

Don't think about it, son, - Eric shook his head. - It's all over. We are alive and well and can go wherever we want. And your former fellow villagers are unfortunate people. We just have to forgive them.

You're right, dad, - nodded Rad. - Let's not talk about this. Tell me one of your stories.

Well, listen, - said the storyteller. “Once upon a time, a long time ago…

And the road twisted in front of them and called for it - difficult, but intoxicating and desirable, like life itself.

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What drives a person, causing his vital and creative forces to manifest? Primary impulses can be completely different nature. Just as in the course of a person's activity, his attitude to the actions performed can change, sometimes in the opposite direction. Now, in the era of market relations, it seems to many to be a completely natural course of affairs, when the amount of mental or physical energy invested in something is automatically estimated by a monetary equivalent. Therefore, we have lived to such a state of affairs that before the head begins to think, and the arm or leg begins to move, a kind of taximeter turns on inside such a person: “For such an amount I will do this and that, for less - and let no one count on half, but below this threshold - I won’t hit a finger on a finger, I won’t spread a single convolution in vain.

Some people are already using a similar approach, even in family relationships- in the primary and true mini-community, which is created and develops not due to the purchase and sale of something, but precisely through the strengthening of selfless cooperation and cooperation, the development and strengthening of the heart energy exchange. But after all, the ugliest picture in interaction with others will turn out when we begin (and there are already attempts) to evaluate for money or material values ​​the slightest movement of our soul, the amount of warmth of our heart (although with such a pragmatic approach it will already be on the heart’s current, and antics astral and the delights of the naked mental).

For example: “Today I will value my inspiration (insight) at 1,000 rubles, and tomorrow is a day off - that means 1,500 rubles. But I visited a wonderful place, I had unique sensations, my heart just overflowed, so be it, I will share them with you for only 2000 rubles. And if a heavenly revelation descended on me, then for a series of lectures worth 10,000 rubles, I am ready to reveal all the heavenly secrets to you. (That is, we are ready to exchange energies and values ​​that do not pass away for those that belong to the kingdom of death, clothe ourselves in immersion in it ourselves, although we are commanded to reverse the process - liberation from the shackles of the material world and forward movement to the heights of the spirit - to gaining our immortal life consciousness).

This would all be funny if it weren't so sad. I wonder if the Lord Almighty will present us with an account for the transmitted Gospel, the archangel - for the Good News, the Mother of God - for miraculous icons, Christ - for the agony of the cross? Will we reconcile with Them until the end of our days? No earthly riches are enough to pay even for those impressions that feed the human spirit (these are not at all entertainments and pleasures (for the astral and mental), which, indeed, cost and cost us the most, and in every sense). And humanity will improve and even simply exist only when its culture develops (and not fades and degenerates). Of course, this sphere cannot exist without monetary costs and expenses, and true culture (not commercial - a surrogate from pseudo-, subculture and show business) cannot, in practice, be translated into self-sufficiency. What is the way out of this seemingly vicious circle?

Thank God that at all times, and especially in Russia, there were and are patrons of the arts (even this day began to be celebrated in our country). This phenomenon needs to be understood in a broader sense than is commonly thought. These are not just people who, out of an excess of money or due to some sudden impulse, donate a certain amount to some (most often cultural) project. Patrons are people with a certain state of mind (and the presence and amount of capital plays a small role in this). Usually, this term is applied to activities related, one way or another, to the development of the human soul. And we understand that if it is important for a worker (the same applies to just an ascetic, lover, true connoisseur) of culture, first of all, that the beauty of art touches people “for the living”, so that the fire of his personal creativity (or some other activity to expand the sphere culture) revealed in the hearts of the audience new aspects of love, Joy and other bright sides, then he is a philanthropist.

But this phenomenon can be considered more widely (not only in the sphere of art and culture). If, for example, it is important for a teacher that his student not only show a result, but achieve his own, internal success, each time he gains more and more victories, primarily over himself, over his imperfect nature (without thinking about his time and the amount of his heart fire transferred to the student) - then he will certainly be a patron of the arts. If a doctor, hurrying in bad weather to the patient, forgetting about sleep, thinks about how to alleviate suffering - then who is he but a philanthropist? When in a hard time people sacrifice their lives so that only his country, his family and loved ones live without suffering - and who are these if not great patrons of art?

What drives them? After all, they are unlikely to be paid an extra ruble for this, and it is not a fact that their names will be recorded in the annals of history. It's just that real patrons cannot live differently. Patronage is their leading star. Their great sacrifice, of course, pays off, but not by the measure of earthly wealth. What touches their heart and gives an incentive to further activity? Not applause and words of recognition, not glory and fame. They receive something more from a higher source. Any selfless giving ensures receiving. But what?

What can be higher than the teacher's joy when his student was able to reveal his talent and realize himself for the benefit of others? What could be better than pride a doctor who wrested his neighbor from the arms of death? How can you convey the delight of the creator when his art awakens the best feelings in others and leads them out of the impasse of suffering? After all, these unearthly impressions of them (patrons) are a guarantee for their further creativity and happiness. Happiness is not ordinary, personal. They feel how Heaven rejoices with them in these wonderful moments, sending them its blessing.

“All this is beautiful and wonderful,” they will object to us. “But you want to eat every day and more than once.” All right. This requires one more skill, determined by the covenant - to give to God what is God's, and to Caesar - what is Caesar's. When the extraction of material wealth fills our entire consciousness, we forget our true purpose. It is not the means that should lead us forward, but the ends. And no matter how hard it is sometimes to combine earthly concerns with higher aspirations, learning to do this will be the highest art. Otherwise, it will turn out to serve not the muses, but mammon. But a true philanthropist will cope with this task. And then he will, truly, standing firmly on the ground, touch the stars. And the answer to the question will be clear: “Why are we still alive, why are we still rejoicing, despite all the catastrophes, disasters, disorder, spiritual ulcers and social diseases of society?” Because those who, like the Atlanteans, hold the Earth with the energy of their hearts are still alive. And they don’t just hold it, but by all means “paint” it in bright colors.

On this day, let's remember people's statements about the common good, why it is needed and what it gives to those who selflessly do something for others.

(Program "Help Russia")

Benefits - for an hour, principles - for centuries.

Henry Beecher

Whatever we do, we do in order to have neither pain nor anxiety.

Epicurus

All people consciously or unconsciously strive for good or move away from evil.

Lev Tolstoy

No one neglects anything that he considers good, except in the hope of a greater good, or out of fear of a greater harm; and does not suffer any evil, except in order to avoid a greater, or in the hope of a greater good.

Benedict Spinoza

All people are constantly striving for their happiness, real or apparent, and all manifestations of our will are only the consequences of this striving.

Claude Helvetius

Happiness is the motive of any actions of any person, even the one who is going to hang himself.

Blaise Pascal

The most beautiful and at the same time the most happy people those who have lived their lives caring for the happiness of others.

Sukhomlinsky V. A.

The highest personal happiness is to fight for something greater than personal interests.

Sukhomlinsky V. A.

A person increases his happiness to the extent that he delivers it to others.

Bentham I.

The desire to serve the common good must certainly be a need of the soul, a condition for personal happiness.

Chekhov A.P.

Personal happiness is impossible without the happiness of others.

Chernyshevsky N. G.

There is only one undoubted happiness in life - to live for another.

Tolstoy L.N.

A person lives a real life if he is happy with someone else's happiness.

Goethe I.

Happiness is increased by sharing it with others.

Lametrie J.

Anyone who wants to build his own individual happiness must be the blacksmith, the builder of the happiness of all workers and peasants, and when he is the blacksmith of everyone's happiness, he will be the blacksmith of his own happiness.

Kalinin M.I.

The goal of society is the happiness of all.

Babeuf G.

By seeking the happiness of others, we find our own.

Plato

There is no virtue more inherent in man, and it is especially characteristic of him that one should serve for the benefit and comfort of another.

More T.

Man lives on earth not to become rich, but to become happy.

Stendhal

There is a way to be happy in life: to be useful to the world and especially to the Fatherland.

Karamzin N. M.

The happiest person is the one who gives happiness to the greatest number of people.