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Nicolai Levashov. The Mirror of My Soul. Vol. 1. Born in the USSR

the police! The police should arrive and impose a fine for the torture of a fish!!! I asked

why the second fisherman would not kill the fish, if he was so sorry for it, or remind the
other fisherman that he had forgotten to kill it. The answer was: it was not the second
fisherman’s business, he has no right to tell the other fisherman, what he should do, and
could not kill the fish, because it was not he who caught it!

All this was said with very serious expression on the face. And when I asked, what
a German man must do when he witnessed that someone forced a child or girl, I heard
the same answer. One should find the nearest telephone and report the incident to the
police. The police will arrive and... I think everything will be clear, what will happen
then!

The answer to any question like this was the same—one should report to an
assigned establishment and then it would be their duty to take actions. One should only
report to certain authorities and that was all! This answer was typical not only for this
person, but for almost any German! The Germans certainly are an extremely disciplined

nation, but I, probably for the first time in my life, was happy that I was born in Russia
and proud to be Russian!

One can build pretty tidy cottages and wash the asphalt with shampoo, but it is
impossible to do the same with the soul. The Russian soul was, is and always will be
enigmatic for foreigners and for the first time in my life I understood why! Almost any
German will report another German’s misdeeds, but for “some” reason will keep silence
about himself, and he or she will deceive, if it pays well enough. And I have my own
examples of this. Here is one of them.

Norbert Steuler asked me to help his friend’s wife, although a German’s concept of
friendship was also very strange for me. A woman had a prolapsed uterus. Several
operations which, according to her doctors’ opinion, were to solve this problem resulted
in a yet more grave condition. She could not go out of her home and was forced to lie
down almost all the time. The situation was very serious. I began to work with her and
everything went very well. She could already get up and walk normally. However, when
the day of payment came, her husband informed me that, regrettably, everything had
come back as it was before and he would not pay.

What can one do on this occasion? Rush to prove that you are right and they are
wrong?! One way or another, the truth did not wait long to come to light. In the evening
before my departure from Germany I invited Norbert Steuler and his interpreter to a
restaurant. Astonished he saw his friend with his wife entering the restaurant! The
woman was completely all right. She wore a light elegant dress and did not look like a
heavily sick woman and there were no signs that she had a very specific problem.

On seeing me, she turned red, understanding that their deception had been
discovered so inopportunely. I was not surprised by this kind of “miraculous”

convalescence, after a person re-fused to pay, but for Steuler it was a huge surprise.
Several days before he, with his own ears, heard moans and groans that my treatment
did not “help” and therefore they would not pay for my work. His own father-in-law and
mother-in-law disappeared without paying. It is true that they did not say that my
treatment was useless for them; they simply did not come on the day appointed for the
payment. Most likely they unexpectedly had “sclerosis” and it turned out that I treated
them for wrong problem.

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