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

of the Ruses, nor the mother of Russian cities, as is given in the modern version of quite

recent historical events.

There are a great number of uranium ore outlets on the surface in the area of
Pyatigorie. That is why the waters of radon are so famous there. Certainly, all natural
factors indicate that this beautiful corner of nature is unique in all respects and probably
this was also the reason why fate drove my parents to exactly this place—the place of
one of the most powerful outlets of the source of life, which is spoken of in the Slavonic-
Aryan Vedas. It is also one of the reasons, why the North Caucasus always was a
stumbling-block for many people, states and empires.

One way or another, but the facts are the following... My father was born in
Kislovodsk and my mother came to study exactly in this city! Someone will say that
there are a lot of similar cases. He will be right partly. But there were several strange
events, which happened when my parents met “by chance” and began to date. My father
was stabbed in the back after he took some mountaineers, who always behaved
disrespectfully toward Russian girls, down a peg or two. They were waiting for him with

a knife right around a corner, when he saw my mother back to the apartment.

The fact that it happened in December saved his life—he was wearing a woolen
sleeveless jacket, a jacket and thick heavy woolen overcoat. All these clothes prevented
the knife reaching his heart—only a centimeter left. When we were small, we often asked
him where and why he had this scar on his back.

But this not all! Shortly before my mother graduated from her medical college, they
seriously quarreled and stopped dating for some time. At this time my mother got her
assignment and went to Kazakhstan to a dairy- farm located in foot-hills to work there.

My father was never deprived of girls’ attention and he accepted this attention
favourably. Likewise my mother never “suffered” from the absence of other fellows’
attention.

But... she was not in a hurry to accept proposals of marriage and even hid from
potential fiancés. Later she came back home, without even finishing the obligatory term
that every graduate had to work off, because there were not even elementary conditions
for work and dwelling. The nearest shop was located more than one hundred kilometers
away. It was possible to get there only by taking the opportunity, when they sent their
products from the farm! There was no place to live for a young specialist and a tiny room
served as a medical “aid post”.

After she had lived and worked in such conditions for eight months, my mother
came home and began to work in the district policlinic in the Cossack village
Orlovskaya, which at the same time was a district center. My father found her there and
came to propose to her, saying that he would not go anywhere without her. Using all his
persistence, he succeeded and they were married—they did all the formalities in one day

(July 15, 1958), and in September they celebrated their wedding in Kislovodsk.
Although my father made my mother cry being quite a philanderer even after their
wedding, he nevertheless, wanted no one else to be his wife.

So, it all came down to someone or something doing everything possible and
impossible in order that they were together. At the same time someone or something
ensured that the knife, luckily, did not reach my father’s heart and anything that could
have kept them apart never happened: a confirmation of the opposition of forces to

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