Didn't go again?
Isn't there anything interesting at all?
Aurora Davydovna is the honoured teacher and a very...
I asked to name the capital of Bhutan...
She said "Propane".
Well, and during the breaks?
Socializing with kids, games, after all?
They played "Spits" yesterday.
How's that?
Who can spit farther.
But you can't ignore studying completely!
I do study!
By myself!
You have to learn at school!
What for?
To graduate from school with honours, go to college.
And then?
And then you'll be able to get a prestigious job and become a worthy man.
Uncle Hena has graduated from two institutes... ... he's got a prestigious job and a high salary...
But he is not worthy.
And not a man.
If I waste time on trifles and think about salaries, then I won't be able to accomplish
something of my own, something important.
And they will cover me with soil.
In this regard, I'd like to say that...
Doing nothing and having a nice dinner is what I like most of all...
We always tell only the truth...
You may be sure that there are no defenseless or powerless people in our country...
We have to make our best in coming to an agreement with all the people in the world...
It's very important...
This is the world we live in nowadays...
We wish you health, happiness and joy...
"Immortal"
Is anybody alive?
"Is anybody alive"...
Plenty of all sorts!
Few alive!
Why do you shout like that?
Attention!
Stay alert!
Something obscure has happened!
Look up and around!
Think first where you're throwing to.
And, indeed, it's not like in the old days.
The time has come to gather the stones rather than scatter them.
Ask.
What should I ask about?
Anything you want to get the answer for.
What is this place?
Where did I get to?
The Higher Tier.
The superstructure above the World.
Meanings dwell here.
Am I going the right way?
The correct direction?
If you're going you're doing right already.
It's wrong to stand still without moving anywhere.
All those who move are sure to get to the right place.
Ask.
Tell me, when is it going to be over?
When will the World come to an end?
Hey!
Where are you going?
Are you offended or something?
I'm warning you!
I don't take compliments from just anybody.
Lots of you are hanging around here.
And I'm one of a kind.
But I didn't even have in mind to pay compliments...
What?
Goddess!
Would you allow me to greet the walker?
I permit...
Are you coming?
But is it worth it?
Is it really worth it?
Did you think about the consequences?
Isn't it better to go back, before it's too late?
Though...
You're not the first and you won't be the last.
It's getting Novemberish...
So Novemeberish...
Hoping for a yellow stone, aren't you?
We'll move to your place, then.
Welcome us with open arms!
And do you believe in Conspiracy theory as well as your blind fellow countrymen do?
We've placed legions of shepherds everywhere.
Conspirologists and esoterists.
Wizards and healers.
Analysts and politologists!
Each of them thinks up the new truth tirelessly.
Everything for you!
All for your sake!
Choose who do you want to be deceived by!
We told one part of the flock about the foul and greedy bankers eager to enslave!
To take away gas and oil, land and money!
But you gave it away long ago.
How can one take away what you gave away willingly?
Another part of the flock was told: You are smart and advanced.
Would you ever believe that Conspiracy theory nonsense?
Just take a look at those ridiculous gullible mutton-heads!
And while you're struggling with each other the real Conspiracy stays in the shadow and...
...works despite any theories.
Like a clockwork.
Tick-tock, tick-tock...
Am I right, Goddess?
You are always right, the Most Worthy Son of the Covenant.
Listen, why don't you join us?
The job isn't that hard and the provision is top level.
And you'll have anything you wish.
Who are you?
Stay with us, oh, little fellow... ... and you will become our king!
Who are you?
And you will become our king!
Hold on!
Keep on running.
There's no place to run.
All roads lead to Rome.
"Everyone. Thither"
Are you sure?
Do you know where you're going?
But the signpost... Everyone...
So they're rushing, following the signposts, guideless...
... thoughtless: who put those signposts, what for and where do they lead to.
But you're not everyone, are you?
Who are you?
So they go around in circles.
Arguing, proving...
... Changing the world!
Ignorant, but dare to have their own opinion on any subject.
And everyone thinks he's the one to know the best possible way...
Am I dead?
There's no death.
We're in between.
On the other frequency.
You can see it all clearly from here.
Any lie is inside out here... ... you can't hide it.
Let's have some refreshments...
But we won't go thitherward.
Other roads are awaiting us.
But who put that signpost and what for?
You see...
We have two misfortunes - fools and roads.
And another disaster is - when the fools guide.
Born to crawl are so passionate about teaching how to fly.
Well...
We won't get anywhere this way...
Try this on.
Best before the beginning of the Battle of the End.
Expired.
Were you following all the way or skiving off as usual?
You're offending me...
Followed them like a shadow.
I'm a strict pro, you know me...
But then Svoy interfered.
He's been tracing from the very Passage too.
Have you been exposed?
You're offending me...
I'm lighter than a breeze, quieter than a dandelion.
Ok, come on...
My men are continuing observation.
Shall we eliminate them?
What?
All you care about is to eliminate someone!
We're able to eliminate everyone without exception.
But what's the point for us then?
Who do we manipulate and accomplish The Plan with?
You are so many years above the Blanket and didn't understand a thing.
Well, that's it.
That's more like it.
You fit in with us.
What do I fit in for?
And who are those "us"?
Does this mean you are going to be my teacher?
Teachers are the lowest form of Knowledge Transmitters.
The nonsense swarming in their heads could hardly be considered knowledge.
They read and memorise without grasping the meaning.
They train to get accustomed to the System,
deafen your heart and make you listen to your stomach.
Avoid them.
They're contagious.
The Knowledge Transmitters?
The next level up is for Instrucktors.
Their aim is to instruckt.
To apply their knowledge for outlining the disaster before it struck.
Above them all are the Mentors.
They create a problem and mention the ways of solving it.
They pass on the most valuable knowledge demanding nothing in return.
What is this?
Where are you?
I just stepped on the rake!
I know, I put it there.
But it hurts!
Now you've got a bump on your forehead and an experience.
The bump will pass, but the experience remains.
The Mentor's aim is not to tell how the disaster could be avoided but to point out how to overcome it.
And the highest ones are the Originators.
They don’t teach.
They are dealing with extracting the Origin.
What?
Hush!
Was anybody out there?
They're watching, spying...
This means we're going the right way and you really fit in with us!
But who are those "us"?
Who are, whom for...
There are those who care.
For in much wisdom is much grief.
Everything is good in its season.
Full speed ahead!
In reality...
...everything is...
... not as it is.
Don't be sad...
Even if everything seems to be awful and unbearable.
All things must pass...
Winter won't last forever.
Ice will thaw, the rivers are to be refilled.
The strongest ones are kept for the last days.
Those who are able to endure all that is intended.
Get ready and wait.
What are you doing?
Watching the ants.
To keep them from quarreling.
Take over for me.
I'll be back soon.
Keep your eyes open!
Whom are you sleeping to?
To myself...
I mean I'm not sleeping...
Sure you are, all of you...
Torturing the insects, aren't you?
No.
Just keeping them from quarreling.
What a useful thing to do...
What about yourself?
What are you looking for?
And I suggested it long ago: Let's put the explanatory plaques for the newcomers:
"The splendid system of traps and obstacles!"
The small ones for every day and for everyone!
The large ones for the ages and civilizations!
The attractions of an unseen meanness!
The feasts of expired greed!
The thundering cacophony of love and hate, cowardice and heroism!
"Become a member of the colossal orchestra tuning up its trumpets endlessly but never
starting to play something intelligible or harmonious!"
All its musicians are rushing for the glittering and pointless things!
Everyone shoves along to get the tickets for the lost seats in the first row!
Only with us!
Just now and forevermore!
Nearly free of charge!
Just take out your soul and lay it down for your friends!
Why did you scare my little fellow?
Let him realize where he is.
This way or that?
I don't remember.
But they asked me to say in words:
There's no confrontation in the upper plank anymore.
Cyan and Red will unite.
Yellow and Blue below will pretend they're enemies but will also come together.
And Violet is about to perish because of Green in the middle one.
Some revelation...
As if we didn't know it.
Tell them to leave the Water, we're already sieged on all sides.
There's plenty of land, you have nearly all the Air, you put out the Fire yourselves and
ask to leave the Water?
Are you trying to be cheeky?
I'll turn you into a frog and send to Paris.
I don't give a damn about your "Parises"!
Off like a shot to the Chancellery.
And don't forget about the Water.
That's not a request.
Who the hell is out there in such a bloody time?
Haw-haw!
Look what humans are here!
Hang your clothes.
Yet another one?
The last one.
And you believe in this?
Sophia lost all her daughters.
Nonsense.
All of her daughters are alive.
You know better...
It's the best of what I've got...
We aren't so proud.
If there's no bread, bring us some pies.
What pies?
I haven't eaten ordinary apricots.
Forget the apricots!
Haven't seen even bread for ages!
They send humanitarian potato once a month!
That’s all the pies we’ve got!
He seems to be kinda...
Alive!
Once I was alive too.
And now I'm doing the crossword puzzles...
"The ruler who carelessly gambled away his country at chess?"
Down, five letters.
Lenin?
No, doesn't match...
Grandmaster...
He thought they were playing chess with him...
What's the news?
What could be new in here?
Everything comes to normal gradually.
About 7 years ago the patronymics were abolished.
The other day "The Name-Free Law" was passed.
Everyone's given a personal number.
Now that's really convenient.
Or else there were bunches of similar Andreys, Tatianas and Stepans.
The results of the war are revised...
We've shown the whole world we're peaceful and friendly.
From now on we'll be celebrating Reconciliation instead of Victory Day.
The day before yesterday the last hospital was closed.
We don't need them anymore... ... for His Luminance is with us and we'll
never fall ill again.
What are those sounds?
Sound like explosions...
That's the war at the Western Entrance.
They were lying on their sofas, didn't want to get up.
Now let them fight on their own.
At least it's quiet in here.
The Southern Entrance...
Yeah-yeah...
It's quiet...
A couple of tramps within a month, that's all...
Yes sir...
Serving Stability!
Ok, time to go.
You could stay overnight.
Winds are furious.
Thanks, but we have barely enough time, we have to be on our way.
Do as you please...
What square should I assign him to?
3/8?
No, 1/6.
The lad's call sign?
What name should I register?
Zga.
God's Spark?
And outside...
... there is a wallowing blizzard...
But so far.
See no Zga…
I wish I knew what is this "ZGA"?
You were way too short-spoken with him.
I thought you were friends.
We could stay overnight at his lodge.
Once it seemed we are...
but Mrs. Greed interfered and then comrade Deceit came galloping.
And it turned out that friendship was just an illusion.
Let's stay overnight in the forest by the river, on the ground...
It never deceives.
Has he robbed you or cheated you?
Something like that...
I don't hold a grudge against him, but there is no way to be open-hearted anymore.
What rascal!
You had to get even with him!
He who's craving for revenge must dig two graves.
One is for whoever he's getting even with and another for himself.
Revenge is a wicked lady, actually.
Don't mess with her.
I don’t understand ... Why not tell this to everyone?
Let everybody know how this all works.
They will not believe...
Moreover...
By telling the truth you risk to be regarded as a fool...
You don’t even have higher education or an academic degree.
There now...
Keep your knowledge to yourself and hold your tongue.
Gather the Meanings and place them around.
Look at the fireflies.
They know everything, but keep silent.
Shining their brightest, doing their best.
Holding on until the arrival of the main forces.
So you hold on...
Steppe would provide everything.
We shall have some tea.
The rosehip one.
Let's come off and take a look!
Whether our times are good?
Let's come off and take a look! Whether our times are good?
Take it.
What is this?
It's an onion.
I know it's an onion.
So eat it with your mouth shut, why asking?
Just like this?
Well, you can do it while dancing or hopping, if you will.
As you wish.
Mum will be worrying...
She won't.
You're absent there for just half a second.
That's all now.
Go to sleep.
The ground is cold.
Watch your kidneys.
I'll be supplied with the new ones.
Sleep.
So.
Was it all about nothing all the way long?
Some gibberish.
Mentors, ants...
Sheer delusion, basically.
The things which fools consider to be rubbish are the most important.
Is that right, stupid man?
You're offending me...
"You're offending me..."
Could you be offended anyhow?
Is there anything for you except the wish to live your life plentifully?
Yes, but with such qualities I'm considered an essential and irreplaceable doer.
We keep no irreplaceables.
You are а talented spy, but no more than that.
So keep on watching.
And try to comprehend what they mean.
Ants...
I'm far more curious about what the boy says, not that lost one.
Think up a legend.
Transform yourself, after all.
Make them feel sorry for you.
These are very compassionate people.
They adore martyrs.
Stop it!
Where do they pick such employees?
Must be taught everything...
Where exactly are we going?
Look, have you heard of nosy parker having lost the nose?
You can lose yours the same way fast.
I'll be supplied with а new one.
You pick things up fast, don’t you?
Button up your face.
Are they bad guys?
No people seem to be bad from afar.
Identity check.
Produce your passports.
What makes you think we have them?
And that we need them at all?
What do you mean?
Everybody's got them.
Absolutely.
Perhaps those who know nothing about themselves need them.
Take my word.
We know exactly who we are, where we're from and what we're for.
So we don't need any paper reminders about ourselves.
Have you seen such an insolence?
Oh, let 'em go.
Some ordinary tramps.
We've already stayed late after the shift... ... so if we're to mess with them...
... there's a chance we miss the Mindsetting.
It's the opening night of a new talk show!
What have you got in there?
A couple of...
What are they violating?
No violations, just moving around without ID's...
Bring them.
Damn!
Why?
Come with us, please.
I've got instructions and I don’t want to lose this job.
So much troubles for those lousy 50k!
Does this mean we're invited?
Yes, you are.
Stay for a while.
They'll take care of it.
So what now?
Nothing.
Everything is going to be right.
That's for sure...
Just terrific!
Being arrested before even entering the Colony.
Everything is going to be right!
Remember the most important thing!
Anything split into two is a trap!
Anything you have to choose from two is a snare!
Avoid!
Evade!
Always choose the third way from the two proposed.
If you're compelled to toss the coin up make it fall edgeways!
Take neither good nor bad.
Look for the right one!
If they make you choose between Good and Evil - choose Love...
Here, carry it for a while.
I bet you'd turn up to pig out, and I'm carrying it alone.
Now then, hurry up!
As you were!
Hush, hush...
Keep stable, citizens!
We're all patriots, let's keep out of quarrel.
You are not under arrest, you're the guests of our glorious City.
The oil sales manager showed some pessimism for the industry’s future development and
was suspended from duty.
Such a glorious city...
Why are you pulling it?
What for?
I'm fixing it..
Why?
Let it work as it does!
Have you forgotten what efforts were made to gain stability?
"I'm fixing it!"
It's like talking to a brick wall!
The Postulate of Reliability says: ... any of the things that can break or let
you down certainly will.
I wouldn't recommend saying such things aloud.
It's very unstable of you.
And dangerous too.
What a strange house...
Oh, that's not a house, boy.
It's a Palace.
The Thinkers' Palace!
The capital's pride!
The best minds of our time compete in wit and wisdom here...
... make decisions about the Colony's welfare... ... and work out the new state ideology on
His Luminance's order.
How exciting!
May we also acquire wit and taste wisdom?
I don't know, really...
You can disturb, confuse their thoughts, after all...
Ideology is a delicate thing... ... it demands concentration and massive brainstorming...
We'll be quiet.
Just a little peek and then back to visiting... ... your glorious city.
I suppose listening to what the wise men say would help you gain your own wisdom.
I hope you will remember our hospitality.
We will!
Our guests will attend the conference.
And then take them to the Warden.
Oh, tell me where are those distinguished ones we should accept as our nation’s future guides?
Here's my opinion, gentlemen: ... the life of an ordinary man must become
one of the basic values.
The level and quality of life, availability of all social benefits should be prioritized.
All those who are plotting...
Plotting all this...
They are the people I address my...
You'll finish badly!
You may go, madam.
Here's to the common sense!
No clinking glasses!
Welcome out of here!
Comrades!
Only social equality and public ownership can provide abundance.
From each according to his ability, to each according to his needs!
COMMUNAL!
This is the secret of a happy life!
To hell with this!
Inviolability of rights and personal freedom for an individual and a citizen!
MINE!
That's an ideal of a happy and satiated life!
Plu-la-le..Plu…re.
Pluralism and plebiscite!
You'll finish badly...
Slow down, my friend!
Your ideas are destructive!
Down with exploiters!
Gentlemen!
You forgot that besides “MINE” and “COMMUNAL” there is also “OWN”.
Mutual co-existence.
The fraternal system.
Cooperative production principle.
Joint responsibility.
Where everybody is responsible for the fault of one and all share everyone's success.
Neither deceitful "COMMUNAL" nor hideous "MINE" but harmonious "OWN"!
What?
Who are you?
An academician?
A professor?
You'll finish badly!
Do you have any academic degree?
No?
Nothing to say?
Welcome out of here!
Is it clear now who put that signpost?
Idiots...
When the finger is pointing to the sky it is silly to stare at the finger.
Idiots!
"Apricot jam. For seniors officers only."
How many times should I warn you to knock before you enter?
What's this riff-raff?
The Steward ordered to bring them.
The detainees.
No ID's.
The violators?
Throwing down the gauntlet, so to speak?
We don't throw anything.
Just walking.
That's interesting...
And where are we going?
Have you heard of a nosy parker?
I'm the one asking questions here!
Why didn't you apply for the passports?
We don't need them.
But we do!
Then issue it yourselves.
No one is stopping you.
Is it kind of mutiny?
Everyone should be registered here!
The system is a very complicated mechanism!
Amateurishness is unacceptable!
Have you forgotten the price we paid for stability?
We didn't approve or accept your stability and your system.
What?
Who do you think you are?
Who are you to judge the system?
Do you consider the higher authorities to be stupid?
I consider them to be unspeakable dumbheads and uheard-of scumbags.
What?
Now...
Take this one to the basement.
Throw the pipsqueak out of the city.
Do you want to join him?
It's my first time to see someone yearning to be imprisoned.
Well then, be our guest for a while.
Take them both down to the basement!
What is our life?
A game!
Stay close to the wall...
I can't see a thing...
What are you in for?
You seem to be decent people.
Must have doubted the correctness of even more comprehensive stabilization policy, haven't you?
We have no ID's, that's all.
I see...
Refusing to receive the Charagma?
What do you mean?
The Mark of The Beast...
Good on you...
But it's all in vain.
Why do you think so?
How would you stay there without ID's and Charagma?
No buying or selling.
You'll kick the bucket on an empty stomach.
Steppe would provide everything.
We can store up some mushrooms and berries.
Vegetables...
Apricots, for instance...
Hush!
Forget that word!
Which one?
The last one you were reckless to say aloud.
You mean "apricots"?
Be quiet!
You're bold fellows, as I see.
Maybe you're lucky enough to slip through, who knows...
Guerrillas!
So romantic!
If you're lucky to slip through there's no way to find a better place...
No ID's are required here.
Just sit and enjoy your stay.
We have no time to sit in boredom.
So how can we get out?
It's rather simple.
Up the stairs and out.
Through the doors and locks?
Indeed...
Either you're here for the first time or have been absent for too long.
There used to be locks in prisons before...
But since the coming of stability we had to tighten our belts...
Locks were abolished with a view to economy.
Those who get here don't even think they are free to leave.
Really Then why are you still here?
Why not?
A man who is alive finds himself imprisoned wherever he is.
Either in a prison cell or up there.
Here's nothing to console my heart.
I want to go Home.
Waiting when I'll be taken.
So what?
Shall we give it a try and break through?
When you're up there keep walking a little bit to the left.
Across the railway, past the buildings and away.
Thanks.
No lock, that's true.
Keep quiet!
As a young man I was such a daredevil.
Occasionally the scuffles between quarters broke out.
Everybody had chains, rebars, knuckledusters.
And I feel it - there will be blood.
So here I am leaping over the fence and taking to my heels in the backyards!
Nobody could ever catch up with me!
I also attended such events.
Always brought the biggest log with me.
As soon as the fight starts I throw the log аnd run away light...
They're after me, shouting, waving their hands...
But can't catch up with me...
Wimps...
Keep quiet I said...
There's no one around...
Just cats prowling...
I hate cats!
You'll be telling me what to do only when you're promoted to sergeant major!
Got it?
Are you all right?
Seems like that.
Now crawl to that building over there. But quietly...
I'm listening, but hurry up...
I'm very short of time.
We all have very little time.
I have even less.
Speak.
The balance is broken.
You have overdone it.
The Bear is about to die.
Playing the game in this condition is out of the question.
I understand the script is such, but...
Are you really interested in playing with a dead opponent?
What do you propose?
To give The Bear some of his power back.
Take those blockheads out of the governance... ... gather the Meaning-bearers, place them
and play properly.
That's an interesting suggestion...
But you do understand that I am not the one who is making decisions, don't you?
But you can inform and influence the process.
I will think about it...
Give me the boy in return.
Should I also turn the Assignment over to you?
Forget about "in return".
What impudence!
Over and out!
"Each of my tracks is worth more than the whole poetry of Pushkin.
Every decent kid would chop you into shavings for my sake
My life’s motto is: “Drown all of you in manure”
You are far from me, I have outgrown all of you!
Guy-Gui!
Sing, have fun, sneeze and spit!"
We're interrupting "The Cultural Gatherings" for His Luminance The Resident's nightly address.
Make yourself comfortable, stop thinking and imagine something pleasant.
Dear populace.
There was quite a number of tragic pages and ordeals in the history of our Colony.
We have been expecting changes, all of us.
Changes for the better.
Despite the difficulties we have managed to get up off our knees, stand up and make our
precious Colony stable and prosperous.
Yes!
Our effective managers haven't attained the complete diversification of economics yet.
Yes!
We have many problems and even more enemies.
And they do not slumber.
With rampant, I dare say even manic, obsession they throw a monkey wrench into our macroeconomic strategy.
"Walking on the tracks is strictly prohibited"
Daily they attempt to shatter our unity and encroach on our most sacred thing - the stability.
They rock the boat carrying us through waves to Liberty, Equality and Fraternity.
Regrettably, we have to admit that we started living better and didn't show a sufficient
comprehension of the complexity and jeopardy of the ongoing processes.
We stopped paying due attention to the issues of internal steadiness and security, thereby
allowing the corruption, fostered by the enemies, strike the entire branches of our system.
But we'll stand it!
We'll stand it no matter what it takes and, in spite of all the enemies, we shall proceed
with the reforms.
We are no strangers to hardships and had tightened our belts before.
Every inhabitant of the Colony must show more efficiency and act on time and professionally.
Many years will pass and billions are to be spent before we create up-to-date and objectively
stabilizing facilities.
We must improve and increase the number of policing and punitive forces.
And the most important thing is to listen and hear the deep longings of every Colony's
inhabitant.
The positive events of our life must not be overlooked.
We see that patriotic values consolidated the populace.
The sincere and whole-hearted concern for the Colony and the willingness to work for
its welfare are at the core of such unity.
I want everyone to know: I have no doubt that together we shall overcome
all the obstacles and see our compatriots' happy faces again.
We just need to be patient a little.
Thank you for watching.
Over...
Good evening, sir...
Severe reprimand, yes sir!
Will do!
Serving Stability!
Yashka!
I`ll take you down to the patrol rank!
Gather all the commanding officers!
Put the runaways on the wanted list!
Immediately!
Is it an emergency here?
It's the ass-urgency!
The ass-urgency!
Where are they headed?
Certainly not the same place you're heading to.
You'd better tell us everything you know.
I know too much...
It's a long story...
But it's time for me to go home...
Our guest tonight is a leading expert, the chief analyst of the Strategic Retreat Institute,
the Chevalier of the Golden Stabilitron order Illarion Kuzmich Resheto.
Our viewers are deeply concerned about...
What's happening and what to expect?
Accrapation of relations on all fronts.
The situation requires in-depth analysis.
Devaluation, modernization...
The Dow-Jones index destroys the sanctions climate...
What a disgrace!
The populace lacks the grasp of the complexity of the ongoing processes.
Hallowing, eyewashing, all this compradorship...
Don't even think as if nobody and never.
Everyone and always.
Macroeconomics gives no excuse to such faults!
Yes, there are problems.
But we'll get up off our knees.
The emperor's ball.
War economy.
This aftertaste...
Memoirs in couloirs.
The eclecticism.
So what shall we do?
The answer is obvious.
We should approve the white flag as one of our state symbols and live comfortably.
It's possible to consolidate even when there are just two persons and in the evenings,
and even walking on crutches.
The question is will the New Year ever come?
Why are there only ruins in the Colony?
That's the way they've always been.
Ruins in their hearts, in their heads and outside everything's totally ruined too.
Nobody builds anything, just using up what's been stored before.
The point is they're happy with such devastation... ... as long as it keeps stable.
"One cannot be too careful!"
That's the motto of the Degeneration Age.
To the forest, quick!
Zga!
Don't interfere!
I'll do it myself!
What do the sparrows sing... ... about a day before the spring?
We're still alive!
We've lived it through!
We are alive!
Alive we are!
How's he?
Shot through.
I'll fix him, he will live.
He fell asleep.
He needs some rest and sleep.
Why are you dressed like that?
To blend with the crowd?
Have to pay a visit to some bastard...
Still can't get that delirious idea out of your head?
- To tweak it...
I've explained it to you so many times...
Everything's set absolutely correct...
Everything works for the Intent's accomplishment.
There's nothing for you to tweak.
I can't just sit back doing nothing and silently watch them suffer.
I have to make a try, at least.
To make a try, at least...
Let those below make a try, at least...
All the threads are from there.
Let them try at least that much and figure out for themselves what is all this for!
Only then everything is going to change in a blink of an eye.
And you can't "tweak" anything here.
I have to do what I have to do...
Well...
The freedom of choice has not been abolished... ... do what thou wilt.
Will you look after the lad?
Sure.
And not only that.
Look...
He likes it... the Chess...
He likes moving Black and White...
Explain to him there's no use in it... ... and teach him to play "The Powers", will you?
I'm so thankful, good Joe.
What a hint!
Never had that idea before you prompted.
All right, all right, I got it.
And one more thing...
Bow down to ours when you meet yours.
When the Lilac blooms...
Tell me where it hurts... ... where it doesn't?
Seems like nothing hurts...
Just feeling powerless...
Where am I?
You'll get your powers back as soon as you drink some invigorating tea.
You'll be as good as new in a couple of days.
But where am I?
Who taught you to ask the same question twice?
Do you think once isn't enough for me to understand or I can't hear you clearly?
You're in safety.
That's the main thing right now.
But where's...?
Svoy?
Walked away on business.
He'll be back as soon as it's done.
In the meantime you are in my full power.
We'll be sculpting you into a homo sapiens.
And thus far I am not sapient enough, am I?
You're a warm-hearted and curious child, but thus far misled by the complexity of the world.
Can you see a cat?
So can I.
But it's not there.
Can you see the Meanings around?
Neither can I.
But they are there.
"Wanted.
Highly dangerous criminals".
Why are you so sad?
I've got a feeling the war is at the door...
So what?
I'm scared.
War is the normal state of the world.
You'll get used to it.
Without wars we'd have become extinct long ago.
How's that?
I will tell you how.
In times of peace we pig out and sleep, dragging everything to our holes.
The worst thing is we don't feel eternity anymore, turning ourselves into swines...
Only war can cure such swinefication.
When it comes everything bursts in blossom... ... we quickly recollect what we are and what for...
And start to hear the heaven's will again.
But, nevertheless, is it going to be war, what do you think?
No.
There is going to be fight for peace.
But such that... ... there won't be one stone left standing upon another!
So you say you're a chess fan?
What's wrong with chess?
Nothing...
Except that chess is a mind and heart's trap.
Geopolitics...
There isn't any geopolitics.
Those who steer the winds make others believe in that myth.
They make them believe in control over the flat space.
Pseudostruggle for pseudouseful pseudominerals...
North, South, West, East.
Deuce, tetrad, all ground-based.
But our world is three-dimensional.
So put the chess out of your head...
First of all you have to know the real games the Adversary plays.
What's this?
It's called "The Powers"...
The game which reflects everything happening in the world as it is.
Although instead of the board he uses the minds and the hearts to play on, all around
the planet, but the essence remains the same.
Here's the disposition of six powers:
Red Lion
Yellow Dragon
Green Horse
Cyan She-Wolf
Blue Eagle
... and our Violet Bear.
Each of the powers makes three moves in its turn:
the Directional, the Determinative and the Finalizing one.
Either one or the other of those Powers wins.
The winner gains prosperity for a while.
The loser plunges into devastation, also temporarily.
And so they play it, game after game.
Some of them unite against the others... ... rearranging every time they play.
Rumbling war drums, screeching revolutions.
Everything's on this board.
The Invisible Conductor supervises the game.
Seems like I'm getting the point...
It's called "The Information Warfare", isn't it?
No, not exactly.
Any warfare is always and only the informational one.
But you can't see the war on minds and hearts.
Therefore cannons are firing and bullets are whizzing...
... to let people know for sure the war is going on.
In fact there's no need for weapons at war.
The battles of meanings take place.
Nations are skillfully played off one against the other.
You must learn to make out what's really happening through the noise surrounding you...
... and foresee the Adversary's moves to upbuild your game properly.
Will I be playing for the Bear?
Well, I hope so...
Unless you'll be tempted by others.
During the last games the Bear lost everything he could.
There's no one around to play, let alone fighting.
Only managers and analysts.
What the hell do you want from me?
The access code.
Nitwit!
You just don't get it!
It's not a place for you!
Poking your noses where they don't belong and then start whining!
I'll rip your spine out!
I give up, stop it!
No, I see you didn't get it...
Got it! Got it!
Let me take a breath...
Loose cannon.
Idiot...
Don't say that I didn't warn you.
What's this?
This is what you obtained by injustice.
Do not you blather about injustice!
I hope this is what I need and I won’t need to look for you again or else...
Next time I can damage you permanently!
What wasn't born cannot die.
Get lost.
Everyone complains about the lack of money... ... but nobody about the lack of mind.
The traps are visible only from the outside.
While being inside them you can't see a thing.
Look around carefully and make them out.
Ask questions into the void.
Each of your questions should be started with "Why".
Only by asking "Why" persistently you can gradually walk up to the very top, the primal mystery.
Once you puzzle it out everything else will become clear.
You said the war is carried on by Meanings.
How's that?
Are the malicious repeat offenders welcome here?
Our own are welcome! We don't care what they are called by the System.
Going to set the samovar to boil.
Beyond there are Meanings.
Everything is based on them below.
The Meanings are invisible.
But they manifest themselves visibly through the Symbols...
Symbols generate Signs...
Symbols and Signs - aren't they the same thing?
Absolutely not!
How could you even think that?
Only ignoramuses lump everything together.
Don't interrupt!
The Signs are spinning, turning, penetrating the hearts...
... operating and begetting Images in humans.
The Images are flashing, weaving thoughts, coming outside as Words creating information
fields.
The most curious thing is... ... that Invisible management is served by
the perfectly visible one - the people.
The lowest level is the Administrative one.
These are the rulers and officials of different kinds...
... policemen with batons and dogs.
The Wardens, in a word.
Their realm is words and laws...
Encouragement and punishment...
Politics and other rubbish.
The Wardens are ruled by the Technologists... ... those who see the Images clearly...
... throwing in the bombs changing the course of events...
... knowing where to direct the energy of the crowd by using the Images.
The third level is that of the Order.
The Princes of the Sun, disregarding the time.
They read the Signs and manipulate the mass consciousness.
They're like the morning dew...
... Behold, it is here now and a minute later evaporates to reappear elsewhere.
Those few who discern the Symbols and have access to the Meanings are at the highest
level of guidance.
They regulate the Plan and accomplish the Intent.
This is Odd, the stargazer.
He is called that not because he counts the stars but because he reads the knowledge off them.
Staring into the heavenly firmament night and day...
... he sees all the odds and evens...
... but the majority lives by their minds
just to be fed enough.
And the Adversary cunningly turns this to his own advantage.
There is a code stored inside every person.
When the Adversary steals up and readjusts it everything turns to ruins, the entire states disappear...
If everything could ever be set the way it was before, to adjust the frequencies properly
and make the masses live by their hearts, pull them out of the Adversary's area of influence...
the world would shine.
I wish we could think up the way to make them...
Well...
Tell me what's this and what is it for.
Is this what I was thinking of?
I've no idea what you were thinking of...
Is this the Access Code to the Gates?
Assuming the Spy told the truth...
Do you know how to apply it?
Such a strange tune...
I think this is what you need.
Why don't we treat ourselves to something forbidden this beautiful evening?
A pie with dried apricots.
You keep surprising me.
Where did you get such a luxury?
Never mind...
Thanks to old friends.
Delicious.
Why are they forbidden?
We have a lot of them in the summer.
Where is that?
There below, at home.
Is he from there?
Indeed.
Then why are we blabbering now?
Svoy brought him here.
He's our man.
The future Meaningbearer.
Phew…
Why didn't you tell me at once?
May I have another piece?
Sure you may.
What's this for?
I'll keep it for Svoy.
He likes the forbidden stuff too.
Just imagine me walking past them asking: "Working, aren't you?"
And them, replying me harshly: "Slaves work.
We're doing our job!"
Intelligent stokers, aren’t they?
What about me?
You have some rest.
You will have enough fishing when you get well.
Intelligent stokers aren’t they?
Sonny!
Help me!
Sonny!
Mama!
Are you OK?
I'll call someone for help!
Don't!
Help me to get up!
Sonny!
Help!
Into that Sacred River’s flow...
The fools were throwing stone by stone...
Meanwhile the wise men were fishing...
Contrary and despite!
I still don't get it...
How could we lose?
What were we outplayed in?
In Castes.
What?
You've substituted the castes with fictitious classes, haven't you?
Bourgeois... Proletarians...
The Adversary discovered a gaping hole.
He pulled out the Meanings he needed, mingled the Symbols and blew out your Castes field.
Everything turned upside down.
Workers became jealous of Traders and wanted to live in abundance and luxury.
The Traders decided they have the right to control everything since they are feeding everyone.
Warriors levelled down to Traders and traded their honour and glory for mercenariness.
And what about the Priests?
At any war, if the enemy is smart enough he eliminates the Priests first.
That's what happened to you.
Some were killed, others were outbidden... ... the rest hid themselves in the cracks
until the proper times.
The eternal question: what should be done?
Conceive the Intent... ... place the Symbols accordingly...
... Put the Castes in order.
Everyone must take his place.
The Worker works and raises children.
The Trader provides and distributes the essentials.
The Warrior gives protection and exercises control.
The Priest explores and reports.
And that's it.
Merely next to nothing...
And what's happening at your place?
Everybody's waiting for Tsar.
They were fed with all kinds of prophecies... ... making them sit and wait for the Tsar to come.
But why do they need him?
Just to shift all their burdens onto him.
Let him be responsible for everything...
And we will live happily... ... we would continue pigging out and enjoying our lives.
They really think that way, don’t you see?
They don't care whether they deserve the Tsar or not...
But there is still a chance, isn't there?
It's not the end, is it?
One has been given a nod...
Another a wink...
And the third will guess the rest by himself.
What the hell is that?
What idiot could do such thing?
Untie him!
You see what people I have to work with...
Who picked these employees...
Dared to bind a child...
Does it hurt?
It's OK...
Morons!
Get out of here!
You are safe now...
We are friends.
I've heard you were arrested for no reason at the Colony, weren't you?
Disregard all those mayors-peers, premiers and presidents.
Such pathetic and miserable people they are!
They consider themselves having power and being in control of something.
We let them steal a lot and be in charge for a while.
In actual fact we are in control by using them.
The Princes of the Sun?
I didn't expect you to know such words...
I suppose you will become a sensible ruler.
What do you want from me?
What am I here for?
Can't wait to know?
I see some business acumen in you!
All right...
Let's be open.
I like the downright kind of people.
You're a nice chap and suit us well.
What I can offer is perhaps the most exciting job in the world...
... participation in operating the Trap of Good and Evil.
The main and the most powerful trap!
The Bringer of Light made it first.
The rest were built on its basis.
You can stop any of those passers-by and ask: "Who's beyond the powers of Evil?"
Everyone would say: "The Son of Perdition".
Ask them the next question at once: "But who controls the powers of Good?"
I assure you they will all answer: "The Son of God".
They look but don't see.
Listen but don't hear.
Has it ever been written anywhere "God is Good?"
No, it hasn't.
But what is written?
What does every page literally scream about with all the voices?
"God is Love".
But do they really care about Love?
Are they aware of any God?
They were raised by the parents just as brainless as they are.
They sat out at schools, graduated from institutes.
They've got higher education instead of Love right here.
Why should they care about what's written?
In the meantime...
Powers of Good and Evil are both ruled by Lucifer... the Prince Of This World.
The one who's in charge for the accomplishment of the Intent and successful operation of traps.
And we just help him... as much as we can.
Thanks for your confidence, but I will never operate the traps.
I wouldn't rush going to extremes, if I were you.
There's nothing better than playing in a strong team, always winning.
Languishing in poverty with losers isn't the best choice.
Think about it...
Take your time to answer.
There's nothing better than a strongman being beaten by a weaker one all of a sudden...
What is going on?
Did you know?
We went to the lake intentionally and left him alone, didn't we?
Not necessarily "intentionally".
Let's just say, I didn't do anything to prevent it.
But he's been kidnapped!
Let him find his way out if he's been kidnapped.
Do you think he's the only one who's been kidnapped?
Many of them want to break free, but having been kidnapped roam around the ravines and swamps.
Feeble, defeated, wretched...
The Reaping has begun.
The Time for the Final Attack.
It's too late now to sit out in the safe trenches.
He'll gain some experience within the Adversary's camp.
And I will help him to get out.
Smile, Eleazar...
Why are you so sad?
Didn't expect the guests?
Why not?
We'd have met some day, sooner or later.
That's true.
Seems like you're out of spirits?
Do you need any joy?
Or an invitation?
Come whenever and wherever you want...
Once again you аre right, human!
Is it really this close?
Well… you will get to see it.
Got used to this world, didn't you?
Not really...
Yes, you did.
First you shout that the world is bad and unfair, and a minute later you're missing it.
You're nuts.
What will happen then?
The New World.
The same as this one...
Beautiful and furious.
All over again?
Has it ever been any other way?
No it hasn't and here it is once again.
Are you ready to leave?
It's time to get away from there.
Imagine finding yourself out in the snowy steppe.
Not a single soul for miles.
Only snow, ice and wind.
If you're told there's a dwelling with a fireplace and hot food inside within 50 miles...
You'll have something to hope for...
The Hope would start a Dream to get there and stay alive.
You will get there.
It won't be easy, but you will get there.
And what if you're told the nearest warmth is 500 miles away?
It will be hard... ... unbearably hard.
But the Hope remains... ... the Dream grows stronger, becoming even more desirable.
You will gather all of your will... ... make a decision to move on unstoppably,
without sleep, just to try and get there.
Because your life is at stake.
And what if you're told the aim is almost out of reach?
Let's say, 5000 miles away?
Nothing will happen.
The aim is too distant.
There is no chance to get there.
No Hope.
The Dream vanishes.
You would give up... ... being embraced...
... lullabied... ... and killed by the cold.
The Key to any Ideology is a Dream.
All Ideologies are artificial... ... and created just to mislead...
... substituting the natural by the imaginary... ... entrap and get the entire nations and
civilizations involved into the Game.
Humans were given "A Dream of Medium Reach" as a bait.
Not too distant, but still unreachable.
How?
How could you lose him?
Strict professionals!
He couldn't get out all by himself.
My men were at the door night and day.
It has something to do with Arkhal.
And you...
You could install the Antiwhirls.
What?
Are you trying to teach me?
You're never too old to learn...
Find and bring him!
All colours will agree in the dark.
Look at those good-lookers.
Made a mess and kicked the bucket.
The power belongs to those who are calm.
Being great means giving the direction.
We don't want to drive people to Paradise with a club.
The whole world believes in it, but is there a thing this world doesn't believe in?
These are even worse than teachers.
They unload tons of abstruse rubbish upon the heads...
Throw in half-truths.
And what is the result?
The world's going down into the abyss!
And the direction is shown by philosophizing ideologists.
I am tempted to ask:
So what, Human? Did your wise guys help you?
You'll be told the rest by your acquaintance.
But don't say a word about the apricots to him.
He spent many years in darkness for an apricot stone found in his pocket.
The wound is still unhealed.
Did they let you go?
I've been taken...
Follow me...
What's that smell?..
Smells like...
Sulphur...
It doesn't smell, it stinks.
Why does it stink like sulphur?
Because...
Everything we built here during the past centuries cannot smell like flowers.
That's why we are not picky here... ... breathing with what we have.
The Knight...
What?
He's been sitting here for quite a long time...
Petrified...
Doesn't remember where to go or what to fight for...
What's this?
The Stone of Choice.
Three Ideologies.
On the left there's "COMMUNAL"...
Everything's common, but nothing is your own.
On the right there's "THEIRS"...
They keep arguing about whose blood is cleaner and nose smoother.
Straight ahead there's "MINE"...
Everyone's fenced off but shouting about having more freedom than the others.
Now he's sleeping, going nowhere.
He calls this patriotism and thinks he would last this way that long...
The Knight is constantly being pulled in different directions.
Just to keep him unaware of the true way.
He's been everywhere...
Nearly died...
Tormented in the whole body.
No dream.
None of those below knows where to go.
Everybody's waiting: maybe the hostile whirlwinds will subside, maybe it will be all right.
No, it will not...
Stagnation means certain death.
Our eggheads are yelling at the top of their voices proving which trap is better.
And nobody sees the two other ways leading away from the Stone except "Left-Right-Forward"...
"UP"!
And "DOWN"!
But this is the Axis of Worldviews, not the Ideologies.
The Adversary went down dragging them behind...
Going down is comfortable and nourishing, which is why almost everyone is headed there...
But there's only one way for us...
Via the Stone!
And Up the thin rope!
Nobody sees this way so far, but...
The Heavens will make even the eggheads see and realize where to go!
Alright then...
Now tell me how can we persuade all of them?
There's no need to persuade or coax anyone.
We're doing what we should.
The rest is up to the Chancellery.
Let's show the way it could be done... ... start the symbols and everything would move...
... all by itself.
The lever.
Moment of force.
Where have you been?
Why are you out of bed?
I was walking in the forest.
Some fresh air to get well won't hurt me.
I see you're getting smarter...
Here's your repaired one.
Such a wizard you are!
Nothing special.
Just atoms and electrons redisposed as they were.
I recall you've stored something for Svoy, haven't you?
Right! I'll be quick!
So tell me...
Are things well where you have been?
What strange wonders have you seen?
Whole lot of wonders.
Me and the lad were put on the wanted list.
Seems like they're serious about catching us.
Don't worry...
These idiots are serious only about rent-seeking.
Not good for anything else.
But you will be chased for some time.
Did you get what you wanted?
Yes, I did.
There is still time to change your mind.
I'll get there and tweak it...
They'll understand everything and start living properly.
Everything will burst into blossom.
Just imagine that!
Everybody cares about each other.
Billions of creative individuals... ... no envy, no curses.
Nothing but creativity!
I suppose, it is to no avail...
Are you tired from your journey?
Help yourself to our invigorating apricot pie.
And who is Arkhal?
Is he in charge under the Bear?
No...
I wish I could explain it...
By ourselves we always tend to be defeated.
And when it seems everything's ruined...
... one more step and the Bear is going to die...
Some Power appears, not of this world...
And everything turns into Victory.
That's what Arkhal is.
I guess they really care about us in spite of us being brainless and grimy...
... since they send us Arkhal at the last minute.
But why am I here?
Why do you need me?
Once you obtain the knowledge the heart experiences some irreversible changes...
The spark fades away.
You can't succeed without it.
But you have got it.
Now then...
Tell me one thing...
Let's say, you've encountered an extraordinary animal.
How would you distinguish a predator from a herbivore?
Well...
Predators or carnivores belong to the order of eutherians, including the following suborders...
I see you've had enough time to learn that nonsense...
You should learn to see everything as spots, without details.
Otherwise you won't see anything.
The shining sun is a yellow spot...
Growing grass is the green one.
Got it?
Things are simpler than they seem.
The predator's eyes are on the front of its skull so it could look straight ahead and
see the prey to chase.
The herbivore’s eyes are located on each side of the skull to notice a predator in time.
The pointy-heads would convene conciliums, symposiums...
... hypothesize... ... so everyone gets embarrassed and confused.
In fact things are simpler.
Both of us are predators, by the way.
And it's time to go.
Well said!
You suit us well.
What?
Hello again!
I told you to take them alive!
It shall begin soon...
Is everything ready?
As always.
What should we do with a Walker?
Let him pass.
I promised him to reveal what is to be built.
He will be initiated into the Intent.
And what about the Guide?
Leave him.
Give him to me!
I'll show him what the real tweak is!
I said, leave him alone!
I don't get it.
We're here but there's nothing here.
I saw the Wellspring in my early years...
It's a huge factory...
They couldn't possibly destroy it, could they?
Without it everything would fall into pieces there below...
What if it was transferred elsewhere?
I know this place.
I think I've been here before.
They call it "Deja Vu".
In fact all the events happening now or that will happen in the future have already happened
and been recorded.
But we have no idea about it because the memory is switched off.
Occasionally, the system fails and the leaking information appears as flashbacks.
Deja Vu.
Nothing more.
I tell you we've been here...
This is the place we first met!
Those are the same rocks!
We were eating fish here!
It can't be so because there's no chance this could ever be!
Just a similar place perhaps.
No!
I'm quite sure!
We got back where we started.
There was a signpost!
Do you remember the signpost?
Listen, I know the Tier like the back of my hand.
We were going in the same direction all the time...
... passed a dozen of squares which I visited before many times and you're telling me we
got back.
Find yourself something to do and don't bother me.
You are mistaken.
We got back to the place where we met, I know it for sure.
Why are you here, mortal?
Have you been invited by someone?
Jachin!
Did we call for this bunch of nerves and bones to appear?
I don’t recall this, Boaz.
He wasn't invited.
He made his way here all by himself!
All by himself...
Ah, yes...
You were going to tweak everything here…
Let it be known to you: there are not even the slightest accidents
and coincidences.
The System is in everything and everywhere.
What a fine system you have.
It is your own fault, the builders of the ruins and barracks.
It is you who sculpt awkward buildings.
Who is preventing you from finding out what needs to be built?
Who is stopping you from understanding the grandeur of the Intent?
Maybe we?
Jachin, are we stopping the two-legged insects from leaving the swamp and becoming Creators?
No, Boaz, they themselves make a mess of everything.
After that, they themselves destroy it all and look for those responsible.
Do you hear?
We have no other material.
We work with what you send up here.
Process and return back down.
We fulfill all your desires and dreams.
Who is to blame for the fact that they are so empty through and through?
Have you ever wondered what will happen if you are unloaded from burdens?
Vices removed...
What will happen if the wars stop?
If we remove the traps?
You will gobble up everything around you and then begin to eat each other.
You never have enough!
Have you seen what happens when they dehumanize?
You and those like you will be the first to be sewn with nails to the crosses.
Afterwards, of course, streets and squares will be called by your names,
but first you will be crucified, that’s for sure.
The boy will see everything that is intended.
As for you, the passage is closed.
You did not understand anything.
Conversation over.
It’s not too late.
Not until the sun rises in the West.