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

personally. She had heard of my ex-wife, but not a single word about me. Although she

was looking for precisely what I gave her—the understanding.

She said that one of the reasons why she agreed to do this work was that she hoped
to get answers to questions, which had tormented her from childhood, working directly
with people with un-usual abilities. And although she met a lot of such people, no one
ever could give her the under-standing of what they did and the explanation of what
happened with her during all her life. I tried to explain her that my “obscurity” was the
result of serious disagreements with the secret service. More precisely, I personally had
no disagreements with them. It was them who did not understand what I did and why.
And it was the reason why my name was in the black-list.

When Svetlana heard all this, she confidently said that she could prove me wrong
and that most likely this situation was because I was insufficiently active. She said me
that she was ready to do it right now, in my presence—she would call a then pretty well
known TV journalist, Merkulova, who worked on channel three of Moscow TV as a
presenter of several very popular broad-casts. She did Svetlana favours more than once,
showing Svetlana’s “cranks”, candidates for Euro-vision, in prime time—on Friday
night right after news. Moreover, she even showed them instead of appearances by Boris
Yeltsin and Gabriel Popov at the height of their electoral campaign for the first president

of the Russian Federation or for the first mayor of Moscow respectively!

I agreed without hesitation. She took the telephone and dialed a number. I heard
only Svetlana’s words. After the usual exchange of courtesies Svetlana said that she
needed to show a new “crank”. From the course of conversation I could guess that the
person on the other end of the line specified the details: what day, how long, etc. Then
Svetlana pronounced my name and surname and I saw an expression of huge surprise on
her face. Apparently when Merkulova heard my name, she became silent for a moment,
then, she said that she could not do it and hung up. After this she never called Svetlana
again, although before she had never turned her down and had called her very often.

Svetlana was very surprised by Merkulova’s behaviour, but it was not her last
surprise which was related to my name. She was acquainted with Vadim Belozerov, who
was involved in the fraud concerning video records of the results of my experiments and
my job. I told Svetlana how and why he did it, cutting me from all recorded material and

inserting another person instead. Svetlana asked him to give her some material from the
film for possible work with it in order to prepare a program for European television. He
gladly agreed, but when he heard that she was interested in knowing the truth about who
was the author of the results shown in his film, he disappeared and never showed up.

Svetlana told me that during three years of her work in Moscow Vadim Belozerov
always responded to her requests with great enthusiasm. He always found time for her.
She could watch for hours all materials from his archive. Moreover, he offered
interesting materials, from his point of view, in order to that she could choose what she
needed. In his archive she found materials on around two hundred “cranks”, both those
which were broadcast and those that were never shown. After she called and asked him
to give her some materials related to me, he vanished. Svetlana called him a couple of
times, but for “some” reason he appeared to be extraordinarily busy, and did not have
time for her anymore.

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