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

not to do it and that they would send me money to pay the rent, first, 25 rubles and later

30. This was a large compromise for me that could be confirmed by anyone who knew
me. Later, if I needed money, I worked extra, using my skills of working with wood and
metal at the beginning, and then healing people.

4. Life is a good teacher

Most of my patients, who I treated whilst still being a student, did not pay me,
especially at the beginning of my “medical” practice. My friends, their friends and their
relatives became my patients. Usually I had only to work with one member of a family
and the rest would ask me to help them too. I always felt awkward bringing up the
question of money. I thought that a person should offer as much as he or she could afford
to pay.

I thought that people understood perfectly the value of a life saved, or a return to
health and should appreciate for themselves what I had done for them, and thank me to
the maximum they possibly could. I thought this way and would have been right, if
people were evolutionally developed to this level of consciousness, but... regrettably,
there were almost no such people. Only those few, who understood the real value of my
work, paid me. In spite of the fact that sometimes the way people behaved after they got

everything they wanted from me offended me, I was still reluctant to raise the question
of payment. I was ill at ease asking for money.

It was interesting to observe the fact that people, who did not pay me a cent, were
the most demanding. When they needed something, it did not bother them if I were tired
or hungry, or had not the spare time. The most important for them were their needs. They
were interested in and worried about nothing else, and I felt too uncomfortable to refuse.

However, one day, similar self-interest helped me. A university teacher, whom I
knew when I worked in the Student club, asked me to come to her home. Her son had a
high temperature and pretty strong pains because of a gall-stone. I splintered it into fine
sand, then widened his bile-ducts and drove this mass into his duodenum. The young

man felt as if something hot had flown into his intestines. After this he had a high
temperature for several days due to tiny scratches that appeared because the sand,
nevertheless, had sharp edges and had scratched the walls of the bile-ducts.

Well, that day I was very tired; I had done a lot of studying, experiments and
sessions of treatment. To begin with my experiments and treatments required a great
deal of my energy; I felt like a squeezed lemon, completely drained after them, although
I always endured a heavy physical load easily. I had always possessed great powers of
endurance, which my relatives knew all about.

When I was a child, I was unaware that I possessed unusual endurance. I discovered
it quite by chance, or more precisely, my father discovered it. It happened like this. Our
neighbour, an old man, gave me a couple of 3 kilogram dumb-bells. I hadn’t touched
them for several years and then one summer, when I had nothing to do; I came across
them and decided to take some physical exercise to strengthen my body and spirit. As
they say, God gave me (I personally strongly doubt it) a lot of strength, as was “given”
to most men of the Levashov kin. However, I’ve never done any special exercises for
my physical development. I decided to repair the omission during my summer vacation,
since I did not have to “sacrifice” anything to this.

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