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

Regrettably, the last thousand years of increasing activity of social parasites

brought its fruits. Money became an idol for a lot of people. The quantity of such people
was especially increased after a genetic purge (genocide-E.L.) organized by social
parasites in the twentieth century, when the cream of the Russian nation was almost fully
destroyed, beginning from the aristocracy and finishing with the peasantry. An
essentially mendacious view of the world had been imposed upon survivors. Covering
their disgusting deeds with beautiful words, the communists in fact established their
world of lawlessness, giving the way “upstairs” only to those people who for the sake of
their own prosperity were ready to step over dead bodies.

As a result of this policy a new “elite” was brought up on these principles, which
began to be an example, a “reference point” for those, who failed to be included to this
“elite”, but wanted to get there very much. It became to be very unprofitable to be honest,
decent and noble. After the cream of the nation was destroyed, it lost its core and part of
the transmitters of Russian genetics began to “re-magnetize”, to tune to new conditions,
to acquire, like chameleons, the colour the of new “nobility”—social parasites.
Fortunately, not everyone acted this way...

Regrettably, none of those, who I had thought of as my future comrades-in-arms,

passed the “lousiness test” as I call it. Well, it is better not to have them at all than to
have the back-stabbing kind who would do it for the money. It is better to be alone
confronting enemies knowing you can count on yourself, than counting on others who
will abandon the battle-field when the first danger arises, or would betray or sell you,
which would be much worse! It is better not to have such “comrades-in-arms”!

23. Parasites attack

When I came back to Moscow, I dedicated some of my time to arranging my
personal affairs. I had returned the debt and moved to my new apartment. My new
temporary base was my aunt Tamara’s flat in Butovo, where she lived with her daughter,
my cousin Helen. She said I could sleep in the living room of their apartment. Helen was
a fifth year student then and everything I did was of great interest to her, like many young
people she was full of curiosity. I brought my humble be-longings to this apartment and
then, after a while, drove to Kharkov. I had some things I needed to do there and also
wanted to put my own apartment in order.

I had not lived in my one-room apartment for even a day since I got it in September,
1988. There were several reasons for this; one of them was that it needed some pretty
serious repairs. I had to change the linoleum on the floor, repaint walls and ceiling, etc.
I bought all necessary materials and was ready to start. But before getting on with that I
decided to visit my parents—besides, the New Year was coming.
My parents were very glad to see me. I handed out all the gifts which I brought
from Germany for them. Besides, my sister had recently given birth to a baby son and I
had not seen him yet. I did not know when I could next visit my parents, and certainly
could not imagine that it would be six-teen long years I did not know then that I would

have to live in the USA for so long. But my parents were glad to see me at home and to
listen to my stories about and impressions of Germany. Having spent several days with
my parents, I came back to Kharkov and began to repair my flat.

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