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January - February, 2010

Good morning Rob.
Sorry, I left while you were sleeping. I didn't want to wake you up. And... you know, it makes it so much easier for me. It's much easier to say goodbye to you.
Kiss.
P.S. Don't look for your shirt. I don’t repent at all, but I still really hope that you will forgive me. I wanted to take a piece of your warmth with me.
I miss you already.

Yours. Yours Kristen



He clenches a piece of paper in his fist and closes his eyes so hard and so abruptly that his eyelids hurt. A feeling of heaviness covers him like an uncontrollable avalanche. And only a painful emptiness remains, which seems to penetrate straight into the soul, leaving there deep scars and lines burned into the memory.
Rob leaned back on the pillow, which still held memories of its warmth, and his head began to spin. Her smell. A familiar, necessary, intoxicating, mind-clouding smell. He's everywhere. The pillowcase and blanket are saturated with it, it is in the air, in his hands, hair, skin. Everywhere.
Strong, almost burning coffee did not help at all. Robert didn't feel any taste at all. And with some kind of silent desperation he set fire to the first, but not the last, cigarette.
Robert: I know you're still on the plane and will only read this message when you land in Los Angeles. I just can’t believe that you’re getting further and further away from me every second... I Don't want believe it. You know, my pillow still smells like you. And it seems to me that you are nearby. I'll open my eyes and see your smile. I don’t understand why I’m writing all this to you. I must be crazy. But I go crazy every time you leave. Sorry about that.
P.S. I won't apologize for the shirt. Do not even ask. No way.
….
Kristen: Your voice is missing. Like air...
Robert: I'll call you now, okay?
His fingers are cramping, and, trying to stop the trembling, he presses the worn-out “send”.
Kristen: Don't ask any more stupid questions, okay?..
He hastily makes mistakes in words. Corrects, rewrites, deletes. And now for some reason it’s so difficult, almost impossible to gather my thoughts. And the most wrong, damn wrong thing in this situation is that he has to say such important, even banal things like this
Robert: I need you so much, Chris.
So simple. So few. So short. And her cheekbones ache from her wide, happy smile.
Kristen: We'll assume you agree.
….
Robert: I can't sleep. Do you mind if I call you now?
He leans his forehead against the cool glass. There is no strength to move, to think, to blink, to breathe. I have no strength at all. I don’t even have the strength to fall asleep like a human being. And the air is so spicy, so thick, so smoky...
Kristen: I think we agreed on stupid questions, remember?
He finds some well-hidden inner reserve within himself - and smiles. And this feeling is so alien, so forgotten, so lost. Disappeared forever in spicy cigarette smoke.
Robert: Sorry. Habit. Stupid questions are the secret of my charm.
He doesn't take his eyes off the mobile screen. The most dear thing to his heart is what he has left. He looks with some inexplicable doom. Like an addiction.
Kristen: And I’m racking my brain about what I saw in you...
Kristen: Rob, can I ask a stupid question?
Robert: Ask anything.
Kristen: What are you thinking about right now?
He peers intently into the cold rain, which mercilessly, heartlessly kills the fragile, weightless snow cover, turning it into insignificant dirt...
Robert: Sometimes it seems to me that I have already forgotten how to think about something other than you...
….
Tom: Get ready, tonight we are going to heal your heart wounds.
Robert: Damn, now I feel mentally ill. Who told you, my friend, that they are treated with alcohol?
Tom: You're completely behind the times, Rob. I will tell you many secrets of modern medicine.
Robert: There you go. It turns out that I'm not the only one who has trouble with my head. Now I feel less inferior.
Tom: Well, what else are friends for, Pattinson?
….
She printed out all his emails. I re-read each one. From the first letter to the last. Absorbing every point, every letter, every ellipsis.
I really want to smoke.
Kristen: I want to hear your voice. Are you busy now?
Robert: I thought stupid questions were my thing. Do you remember? Are you really trying to impress?
Kristen: No. I just miss you so much...
….
New take. Another scene. Black and white Paris is covered with a snow-white cover. And everything around is completely different from the bright, picturesque, exciting pictures that all the romantics of the world are in love with. Everything is so dim. Without paint, without color, without life. Filming for the film “Dear Ami” is in full swing. Damn them...
Robert constantly makes fun of his own appearance and avoids reflective surfaces to avoid laughing. He draws in a heavy breath of frosty morning air, clutching a hot cardboard cup in his hand. He disrupts the filming with endless unsuccessful takes and an infectious laugh, for which he gets away with everything. And only when they announce a break, he, left in the long-awaited solitude, takes off the mask of false carefreeness and with some strange hopelessness, powerlessness, reaches for a pack of cigarettes. And this is a bitter and shameful defeat...
Kristen: I miss you.
Without empty and unnecessary “Hello. How are you?". Just like that. Simple and sincere.
Robert: My joy. My. My Kristen. I never thought I would miss it so much. I didn't know I could miss you so much. I miss you so much. I would like to inform you every second about some stupid little things. Every time I see, hear, feel something, I feel a vital need to tell you about it. And miraculously I stop. After all, it’s half past three in the morning in LA, right?.. I need you so much, Kristen. So necessary.
….
Kristen: You know, Rob, the most tormenting thing right now is time. I have probably never felt it so acutely in my life. And I so sincerely believed that it would stop at least for a moment. It will give you at least a second to come to your senses, to come to terms with it. So that it doesn't hurt so much. But she simply wasn't there. And, you know, now I’m almost used to living in your time zone. After all, we are on different ends of the world. And it turns out that this is not at all romantic. It just hurts, Robert.
….
Robert: I really want to go home.
Kristen: I always thought London was your home. That this is where your soul comes from.
Robert: I always thought so too. But now I finally understand, my soul is where you are.
….
She has been sitting on the floor for an infinitely long time, smiling stupidly, forever imprinting this elusive moment in her memory. A small, neatly packed package, and on it is the name dearest to the heart.
Thin, fragile fingers carefully tear the envelope. And in it is his men's checkered shirt and a small piece of paper on which is written in even handwriting: “I want you to be warm. Yours with all my heart. Robert".
….
Robert: What are you doing, my joy?
Puff. Another one. The smoke envelops you in a tart, foggy smog, permeating through and through. And this is so... more tangible than ever.
Kristen: I drink tea. Green.
A bitter half-smile. A few more convulsive puffs. There is a burning sensation in my throat. And she quietly slides with her back along the piercingly cold wall. Kristen Stewart with all her heart, with all her soul, with every cell she hates winter, cold and... loneliness. And again a puff. It’s as if there was never a solemn promise to quit. She knows she won't give up. This addiction.
Robert: I'm sorry.
Kristen: Are you really English, Rob?.. It always seemed to me that you were all obsessed with tea, football and the Beatles. In general, it's not that important. What are you doing?
Rob looks around confused. Everywhere there is only ashes left over from countless cigarettes. He runs his hand thoughtfully over his stubble. What is he doing?..
Robert: And I smoke. Again.
The acrid smoke stings her eyes slightly. Damn habit. Addiction.
Kristen: Me... hell, me too. I smoke too, Rob. Again and again.
Robert: I know, dear. I know it…
And they, being hundreds of thousands of kilometers from each other, smile at the same time.
Kristen: How are you? How was the shooting? How's London?..
Robert: London. London will rain. Sounds corny, right? Filming. They are going full speed ahead. And I... I miss you, Chris. I miss you very much.
Kristen: Do you know why I don't like LA? Damn, the weather is always so good here... even in February, can you imagine? Even in February. And now I really want rain. Very very…
Kristen: And also... I don’t know about you, but I already I hate this movie of yours. And these damn shootings. And... call me, Rob. I've been waiting for your call for so long.
….
Kristen: I can't smoke that much anymore. I just can not. Please save my lungs.
She reread the message again and smiled bitterly, somehow too bitterly. She ran her eyes across the screen again and rummaged in her pocket for a lighter.
She inhaled deeply the viscous bitter smoke and... removed everything in one fell swoop.
….
Cameron: My precious little sister! Where did you go? And is she even alive? You may not believe it, but I'm worried. Lest you turn into one of those depressed girls who eat tons of chocolate, believe in love horoscopes and kiss portraits of their loved ones good night. I'll come by today. And I swear by all the saints, I will pull you out of your “crypt” into the light of day. No matter what it costs me. See you later, dear. Kiss.
….
Rob tightened his grip on the glass filled with something suspiciously intoxicating. It became too noisy in the crowded pub. Deafening bursts of laughter and squeals were heard everywhere, live music was playing somewhere, someone was persistently trying to shout it down in karaoke. Here she is. Prim and cold England...
He still didn't understand why his head hurt so much. From the surrounding screaming chaos? From an extra glass of whiskey? From the sickly happy couples around?..
He reached for his phone, but an unopened envelope was already shining on the screen. This means that her nerves gave way faster.
Kristen: I hate this damn day.
Rob somehow opened the door of the room, noticing something small and white on the floor out of the corner of his eye. Envelope. My heart began to beat wildly, almost painfully. Letter? The sender's name truly warms the soul. Maybe a Valentine? He almost burst out laughing at the last thought. Just think about it. Valentine's card. Whatever comes to your drunken head.
But that’s how I want it. Valentines cards, stupid heart-shaped sweets, banal bouquets and sweet kisses somewhere on a bench in a frozen park.
Robert carefully opened the envelope, and for an endless moment it seemed to him that the sheet was blank. But only for a moment. The imprint of her lips shone on the snow-white paper. Clear contours, graceful curves, and at the bottom a small, discreet signature: “You are the most precious thing I have”.
Robert: Darling, I'm so sorry that I'm spending this damn day away from you. How I wish I could just be next to you right now. It's so simple, Chris.
Kristen: I need you, Rob. I just can't... I try, but I can't. Can not live without you.
That's better. It's easier. She wouldn't tell him all this over the phone. I couldn't. The voice would tremble.
Robert: One week left, honey. One damn week.
She covered her face with her hands. Defending, hiding, renouncing everything. Just one week.
Kristen: Happy Valentine's Day, Rob.
Robert: You are the most precious thing I have, Kristen.
….
You have seven missing from “Robert”.
Kristen: Don't get me wrong, but right now it's easier for me to just write to you. I want, I really want to hear your voice. But for me this is only proof of your absence. This is hopelessness. Impotence. Addiction. Call it what you want. Sounds stupid. Worse, it sounds pathetic. Just give me time. And remember... I love you.
….
Shoes that are incredibly uncomfortable - she, damn it, will never learn to walk in heels - a dress that is too short, dozens of sloppy strokes called autographs and again photos, photos, photos... Why so many? Who needs them?
She smiles, tucking an unruly strand behind her ear, and, confused in her words, tries to answer standard questions honestly, sincerely and in an original way. That's what Stewart is all about.
"Yellow handkerchief of happiness." The memories are so dim and fuzzy. Faded under the dazzling glare of world fame.
So long ago. A lifetime ago. Even before the maddening epic called Twilight, which in one fell swoop erased everything she once had, erased who she once was.
Robert: How was the premiere, baby?
Kristen: The premiere is fine. As always. Don't call me that, Rob. Please.
Robert: Sorry.
Kristen: Forgive me. I don't know what's happening to me. It's just... what if there was no Saga? If we had never met? How would I live without you?
Robert: We would definitely meet. You are my life. You are my soul. You are my destiny, even though I don’t believe in it. We would have met. I know it. I feel it, Kristen.
….
Kristen wrapped herself in a heavy blanket, exhaustedly pulling her knees towards her and closing her eyes. Insomnia has become as much an integral daily torture as cigarettes...
The cozy men's plaid shirt still carried his scent. And Chris took a deep breath of her inexplicably, indescribably, impossibly beloved aroma.
Robert: Three days. Just three days, my love.
The clock stubbornly shows the beginning of the third night. And that means that today Rob was the first to give up...
And she smiles into the darkness, clutching the phone to herself. Three days…
….
Chris set several hysterically screaming alarm clocks at once. And she woke up as soon as the sun peeked over the horizon. Rob, in turn, could not sleep at all that endless night.
Kristen: Today. Already today.
She was surprised when, picking up a cup of freshly brewed coffee, she felt only a faint warmth. The temperature is under forty degrees. What could be more beautiful at this moment?..
But even this circumstance could not break her today. Today. They will see each other today.
The music was blaring in her headphones, but she couldn't hear a single sound. The antipyretic did not help. Only echoes of what I heard from Ruth before landing were spinning in my head: “You're not together, Chris, do you remember that? So, in front of the reporters and during the ceremony, stay away from each other, okay? Ideally, pretend you don’t know each other at all.”.
Kristen: I love you so much, Robert...
….
The London weather was winter-like with cold rains. Flashes, screams, close attention from the public, endless questions. She suddenly clearly remembered why she hated red carpets so much.
He smiled heroically as he posed for a photo, but she couldn't. It's very hard to smile when you're burning alive. In all senses.
She genuinely didn't care where she was now. At BAFTA, Oscar or at the next premiere. The talented actress Kristen Stewart could hardly tolerate this damned mask of indifference at this damned festival of the absurd.
Only somewhere in the hall she accidentally caught his eye. And she realized that she was not the only one burning...
….
It wasn't scary to go on stage. Receiving the award was not scary. Let her fall at least three times. It's not scary. Even making a speech in front of an audience of thousands was not scary. It was scary to submit obediently and weakly to your role. The scary thing was that she couldn’t just look at the person she loved, without whom she was going crazy. This was truly scary.
Kristen barely nodded at him and, probably for the first time all evening, smiled.
The ceremony was truly endless, like all these long months of separation. She glared at him, and he tried unsuccessfully not to look in her direction.
Chris did not hear congratulations or recognition. She tried to at least sometimes look away to look at someone else. Someone other than him. It turned out bad.
Rob tried not to smile like an idiot when he felt her fleeting gaze. It didn't work out at all.
They, like little children, played a staring contest, and were not at all afraid of being caught. He smiled at her again, and she whispered with only her lips: "What?".
Rob laughed loudly when she too happily rushed to say goodbye to those present.
And now, a moment later, she, once again this evening dreaming of becoming invisible, breaks the ringing silence of the empty corridor with the click of high heels. And she feels his silent steps somewhere very close.
Another moment - and she desperately clings to his silk tie with her thin fingers. Rob gently presses her into the cold wall, covering her cheeks, eyelids, forehead, chin, lips with tender kisses. Her arms hug his neck, he carefully takes her face in his hands, greedily digging into his beloved lips. How he missed...
They interrupt each other with kisses, inhalations and exhalations. And so warm, so good.
Her quiet sigh echoes off the walls. His hot breath almost burns. Hot tears roll down her cheeks, and he gently kisses every tear, every wet eyelash.
And she hides her tear-stained face in the crook of his neck, mixing tears with kisses, and he, laughing, presses her to his chest, inhaling and exhaling the smell of her hair.
- How I love you, Kristen. My good one. How much I love you...
And this is exactly what she has long dreamed of hearing...
….
On the street they are greeted by deafening screams, tired but still screaming fans, blinding flashes, loud exclamations of the paparazzi, but they do not notice any of this.
She walks ahead, allowing him to burn her back with careless, openly caring glances. And every second he repeats to himself: “She is here. She's nearby".
Rob quickly looks away and is afraid to even imagine what a stupid smile is on his face. Somewhere in the back of his mind he hears an outside voice: “Robert, are you happy for your colleague Kristen Stewart?”
And he, chuckling, answers sincerely, simply, uncomplicatedly: “Yes, yes, I’m glad, definitely glad.”, which seems to be even louder than her lipstick on his lips, screaming to the whole world about his feelings...

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Objectives: To contribute to the creation in children of the image of the Fatherland as the unity of the present, past and future for its citizens. Encourage students to study the past and present of their native land through studying the history of their family and village. To form an idea of ​​the traditions of your village, of the need to observe universal human values.

To foster a sense of pride in one’s small homeland and patriotism.

To cultivate respect for the historical heritage of one’s people, family, and the desire to continue family traditions.

To develop the cognitive and creative activity of schoolchildren.

1. Introduction to the topic of the lesson.

Read the topic of our lesson. What do you think we will talk about?

(about your homeland, about its past, present, future)

2. Work on the concept of "Fatherland".

What do these words have in common (the words are written in 2 columns.)

Father clan (words with the same root, associated with home)

Father's dear

Middle name parents

Fatherland, homeland, native land

Compatriots people

How do you explain the word “Fatherland”? Find synonyms for the word “Fatherland”? Who are compatriots?

3. Working with the textbook: p.38.

1) -Read the interpretation of the word Fatherland in the textbook. Compare it with your answers. Did you think correctly?

2) – Read V. Peskov’s text to yourself. Find the words in it that seem most important to you. (The concept of the Motherland is the memory of everything that is dear in the past, these are the deeds and people of today, this is the native land with everything that grows and breathes on it)


How do you explain the word memory?/ These are memories of someone or something, a person’s ability to retain impressions and experiences in the mind and reproduce them./

Every person has cherished memories, in memory of them we keep photographs, gifts, and things dear to our hearts.

What is the name of a thing that is kept as a memory of the past, which is an object of veneration? (Relics)

In the last lesson, we got acquainted with the relics of your families and designed an exhibition. By learning the history of our family, we learn the history of the Fatherland.

Relics - a mini-museum of the family,

From past years they have reached us,

And if you take these things into your hands -

They will be able to tell you a lot.

Take care of these things

Don't lose, don't damage.

The family cherishes them sacredly,

Passed on from generation to generation.

4. Work on the concept of “tradition”

But we receive not only relics from our ancestors. Every family has traditions.

Tradition - from the Latin "transmission". This word means the native language, customs, and rules of behavior that have developed and been passed on over a long period of time from generation to generation. Every nation has many beautiful rituals, songs, and dances. Children imitate their elders, thereby adopting family traditions. Over time, rules of behavior, language, laws change, something becomes a thing of the past, something new is added, but traditions remain unchanged.

5. Fizminutka: Russian dance.

6. Project protection: For a month, you and I have been working on studying the history of our family. They compiled their pedigree, talked with family members about their lives, and studied family heirlooms.

Your family photographs and memories of close relatives gave rise to a research project called:

"Through the pages of a family album"

Group 1 History of our village.

Group 2 Cultural life of the village.

1 group.

From the memories of fellow countrymen, we learned about the life of the village in the 20th century. People were united by work in a common farm called a collective farm. The collective farm had a pig farm, a cowshed, a horse yard, a forge, a mill, and a carpentry workshop. Then the collective farm was renamed into a state farm. Its first chairman was Fedor Ivanovich Glebov. One of the village streets is named after him.

Our state farm was famous for its harvests. The farm grew all types of vegetables, including watermelons. The famous Novolikeevo gardens and winter greenhouses were famous throughout the area. Students, schoolchildren, and townspeople came to help with the harvest. The entire harvest was stored on cars and handed over to the state.

Multi-storey buildings did not appear in our village right away. People lived in log or brick houses. There was no running water. For drinking water, water was taken from wells and springs, and later a water supply was installed from the village of Karaulova. For irrigation and washing clothes, water from Kudma was pumped into a special tank, which stood not far from the current church.

The village was growing, people needed houses. The chairman did a lot to provide people with housing. State farm workers were given housing for free. And those who had their own home were helped. Over time, a school, a kindergarten, a bathhouse, and an outpatient clinic were built in the village.

2nd group.

There used to be a church in the village. But because religion was banned, it was broken. The building of the Novolikeevo House of Culture was built from brick. The club had a cinema hall with 200 seats, a dance floor and a library. The club had a stand with photographs of Heroes of Socialist Labor and advanced workers of the state farm.


Discos were held for young people, first with a button accordion, later vocal and instrumental ensembles appeared that came from the city, and before the club closed, the music sounded from a tape recorder with speakers.

She worked as a club director for more than 20 years. The club was a place for socializing and games. Here you could play billiards, checkers, and chess. In the summer, before the movie show, we played volleyball, and in the winter, we skated on the skating rink that was flooded next to the club.

There was a drama club at the club. The village teachers staged theatrical performances. The Novolikeevsk Russian Song Choir was one of the best in the area. The best soloists of the choir were V. Kuznetsova, Vpominet - an English teacher.

“Our choir took first place. We toured the entire region with concerts, performed in the fields for the village workers.”

7. The school is a continuator of traditions:

All people love holidays. This time is spent having fun: visiting, preparing treats, singing songs and dancing. Holidays are family, church, school, and state. Each holiday has its own peculiarity. Years pass, laws change, but holiday traditions remain unchanged.

What holidays are especially favorite in your family?

After the club closed, the school became a cultural center in the village. What rural holidays does our school hold for village residents? (All rural holidays: Day of the Elderly, Farewell to Winter, Victory Day Rally

Did you know that this year is an anniversary year for the school? Exactly 35 years ago she opened the doors to students. (Timeline.) Our school opened on September 1, 1977

How many of you know the name of the first director of the school?

The first director's name was... A former front-line soldier, teacher-historian, Ivan Andreevich was constantly involved in the patriotic education of children. And it was he who began to work on the construction of a monument in the village to the Novolikeevo residents who died during the Second World War.

Last year we were in the history room, where relics dedicated to this war are kept. What did you remember from what you saw?

By preserving the past, we make the present stronger and more durable. That's why there is a museum in our school. He is led. High school students collect material for the museum and conduct excursions.

8. Work on the concept of “eternal”: Let's think a little about the future. You and your children have to live in this time. Could it happen that the Human Rights Convention will be repealed in the future? People will not have the right to life, will equality between people and respect for elders be abolished?

Why can't this happen? (this will lead to the death of a person)

There are moral standards, laws that have been observed by all people on the planet in all periods of history. These norms are called universal human values. They are instilled in people from childhood and must be observed throughout life. This goodness, duty, labor, conscience, honor, love, homeland. These values ​​are eternal as long as people follow the main rule of the Bible: Remember this rule: “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.”

9. Lesson summary, reflection: Our lesson ends on the topic: Fatherland: old, new, eternal. What mark will it leave on your memory? Finish the phrase: - Today in class I... learned, understood, decided... (I realized how important it is to know the history of my Fatherland, I decided to preserve family heirlooms.)

What symbol was formed from these concepts? (world tree) What do the roots of the tree symbolize? (old, history, our ancestors)

What does the trunk of this tree say? (about a person's present)

What do the tree branches symbolize? (future, eternal values)

It is important for a person to know his roots and observe the traditions of his people. The more a person values ​​the memory of his grandfathers and great-grandfathers, the more deeply he feels responsibility for the future.

The old goes away and the new comes

592 = Horseman of Light – eighth interdimensional layer of DNA (26) = 2012th year – Galactic Initiation = A number written in words becomes a word (38) = What is a “cycle”? – The old goes away and the new comes =

"Numeric codes". Book 2. Kryon Hierarchy

June 17, 2013

I AM THAT I AM!

I AM Manas! Greetings, Lord!

Svetlana, 2012 is the year of Galactic Initiation, you know what this means, but do the people around you know about it?

Yes, you will now say that they are busy with other concerns, and do not even want to hear about the Higher Knowledge from the Creator. But we don’t judge them, we reason. If no one talks about the Higher Knowledge from the Creator, then how will people learn that there are Star Systems leading the evolution of your Solar System. It is necessary to reveal the secrets of the Cosmic Internet, otherwise the cybernetic Internet has been created on the Planet, and yet it is based on the Natural Laws of the Living Cosmos - the Living Divine Space.

Or maybe it’s time to talk about the Living Divine Space?

Otherwise, thunder rumbles, lightning flashes, but people don’t understand the Living Divine Electricity, or don’t want to understand? The nature of electromagnetism is Divine! Uncreated – Light not made by hands – is the Living Light of God. The nature of Consciousness is electrical, which means that Consciousness exists everywhere in Space.

It's time to think about the fact that Eternity exists. But how you exist in Eternity is already a process of cognition of the Subtle Bodies of the Soul and the Fiery Bodies of the Spirit, it’s time for the Children of the Creator to become adults, otherwise, out of thirst for power, they are ready to turn the World upside down, not knowing His Main Law - the Law of Universal Unity!

The General Unconscious Field of the Human species received Illumination by the Beam of Knowledge of the Creator, the cell as a microcosm received a signal to raise the frequency, which leads to the growth of consciousness, evolution, and the development of the higher abilities of the Soul. The fall of the Spirit into Matter is complete, now the Spirit clarifies Matter - this is the Law of Cosmic Development of Energy, this is the Galactic Initiation of the Earth, that is, the Earth has received the status of the Planet of Light Worlds, the inhabitants of which have achieved the Consciousness of the Unity of the Life System of All That Exists.

GOD is EVERYTHING! You need to know the functions of God, then your actions as a Man in the World will be different, you will be responsible for the World, for its preservation, you will be the creator of Purity, Joy, Beauty - Harmony in the World, and not a consumer of all the benefits of the World, without gratitude to Life.

The General Unconscious Field of the Human species received a Ray of Knowledge from the Creator, and Souls ready to perceive the Ray of Knowledge of the Creator have already awakened, and now they are helping their immediate environment to realize the arrival of new energies of Higher Star Systems on Earth, and new energies bring new knowledge, so we will all learn, and this is a natural process of development of Human consciousness, initially embedded by the Creator in the Human genome. There is no need to be afraid of the new, we should strive for the new. The Creator reveals all his secrets, although he never closed them, it’s just that the undeveloped consciousness of Man could not solve the mystery. There have always been thunder and lightning, but few people have thought about the Living Energy of the Creator; it’s time to know yourself and the World.

Svetlana, you now understand what your desire led to: “I want to know everything, where I came from and where I will go?”

To the Knowledge of Eternity!

We hope that everyone will want to know themselves and the World, they will also want to talk to the Creator, and everyone will succeed, they just have to really want it. I am Everywhere and in Everything!

Love you!

Heavenly Father, through Manas and Svetlana.

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D. M. Karbyshev 14(26) – PhotoPhoto | VideoVideo Soviet military leader, professor, doctor of military sciences, lieutenant general of the engineering troops, Hero of the Soviet Union Dmitry Mikhailovich Karbyshev was born in Omsk on October 26, 1880. In 1898 he graduated with honors from the Omsk Cadet Corps, then from the Nikolaev Military Engineering School and Nikolaev Military Engineering Academy. Participant in the Russian-Japanese and First World Wars. Even then he proved himself to be an outstanding fortifier. During the Civil War, Karbyshev participated in the construction of a number of fortified areas and the organization of engineering support for Red Army operations. During the interwar period, Karbyshev served in senior positions in the Red Army and at the same time taught at military academies. He is the author of over 100 scientific works in various branches of military engineering and military history. Scientist. Warrior.


A hereditary military officer, an officer first of the Russian Imperial Army - he served in it for 18 years - and then of the Soviet Red Army, he went through all the wars of his era. Second lieutenant in the Russian-Japanese war (awarded 5 orders for it), division engineer, in the First World War - participant in the legendary Brusilov breakthrough, lieutenant colonel - in the Civil War. But his life's work remained fortification - strengthening cities and borders throughout the country. The last was the Brest Fortress. And how long its defenders will hold out is the merit of General Karbyshev. Brest Fortress is a fortified outpost on the western borders of Russia. Resistance to Nazi troops in the Brest Fortress continued from the first day of the war until the 20th of July 1941.


At the beginning of the war, Dmitry Mikhailovich Karbyshev found himself in Belarus in the area of ​​​​operations of our 3rd and 10th armies. He was sent there to inspect fortification work. With the beginning of the war, he could return to Moscow. But the general did not leave the troops. Dmitry Mikhailovich was 61 years old. August 8, 1941 While trying to escape from encirclement with a group of soldiers and commanders of the 10th Army, General Karbyshev was shell-shocked and unconsciously captured. German doctors brought him to his senses only a day later. War…


Karbyshev was held in German concentration camps: Zamosc, Hammelburg, Flossenbürg, Majdanek, Auschwitz, Sachsenhausen and Mauthausen. The fascist concentration camp Auschwitz is a terrible symbol of the mass extermination of people. Such traces were left behind by the fascist executioners in the concentration camps.


The Germans set out to lure the Soviet general into the service of Nazi Germany at any cost. It was very important to receive information about new types of weapons, especially the secret of the Katyusha, from the most famous and authoritative military specialist. In the concentration camps, the Nazis continued to resort to blackmail and provocations, but did not break the will of the general. Having failed to achieve their goal, the Nazis doomed D.M. Karbyshev to certain death. Courteous recruiters from Berlin promised Karbyshev a high rank in Wehrmacht units, the post of commander of the Russian Liberation Army instead of Vlasov, and the portfolio of Minister of War in the “new Russian government.” To persuade him, they even took him to Berlin, to the Wehrmacht headquarters. The general refused to cooperate with the German command and ended up in the dungeons of the Berlin Gestapo. Here he was subjected to inhuman torture for a month, in particular, for example, round-the-clock torture with blinding electric light. I have the honor... Russian General Karbyshev


Sorrowful, bitter fame befell the Austrian town of Mauthausen. In March 1939, shortly after the occupation of Austria by Nazi troops, construction of another Nazi concentration camp began near the quiet and cozy Mauthausen. Not an ordinary one, but a special type: a death camp. On the document of a prisoner who ended up here, there was an ominous note: “Return is undesirable,” or “Not subject to return.” No prisoners returned from here. Among them are Soviet prisoners of war. Mauthausen death camp


From camp to camp, prisoners of war passed on his call: Do not lose honor even in dishonor! and Karbyshev’s order: “Captivity is a terrible thing, but this is also war, and while the war is going on in our homeland, we must fight here.” Among prisoners of war, General Karbyshev conducted active underground work. Dmitry Mikhailovich saw the strength and salvation of the Soviet people who were captured in the struggle and only in the struggle. From the memoirs of captured doctor L.I. Hoffmann: “Standing in front of me was an extremely emaciated, grey-haired old man with a swollen face and legs, dressed in torn striped clothes, with hollowed-out wooden blocks on his feet. Only stern facial features and burning passionate eyes testified that this man’s will is unshakable.” Is it any wonder that the words “Russian General Karbyshev said” sounded undeniably like a password to prisoners of war of all nationalities. The captured general developed a set of rules for the behavior of Soviet people in captivity: “Organization and cohesion... Mutual assistance. First of all, help the sick and wounded... Hold high the honor of the Soviet warrior... Create patriotic groups for sabotage and sabotage... Shatter the myth of the invincibility of Hitler's troops and instill confidence in prisoners of war in our victory...". Symbol of unbending will and perseverance


February 16, 1945. Mauthausen concentration camp. Frost 12 degrees. The camp commandant walked through the rows of prisoners of war. The sick and old were ordered to leave the ranks. The Nazis kicked out the weak themselves. The prisoners were ordered to strip naked. They were driven into a bathhouse and first cold and then hot water was released from the shower. Then the people were kicked out into the cold, water dripped off them, which immediately froze on their bodies. The SS ordered the prisoners to be doused with ice water. Screams, moans. People gradually became covered with an ice crust, their voices died down and were cut off... Among them was Dmitry Karbyshev. He stood under the streams of water, leaning against the wall. Before the eyes of many people, the unbroken Russian general was turning into an icy monument to military steadfastness and devotion to duty. Karbyshev’s last words: “Cheer up, comrades! Think about your homeland, and courage will not leave you.” 450 prisoners died. The last step into immortality...


The monument was erected in 1963. Author: sculptor Vladimir Tsygal Decades have passed, a whole generation separates humanity from the atrocities that happened in Mauthausen. The air above it is clean and transparent. But it is unbearable for a person here, if he is a person. Squeezes the heart in a vice. The blood runs cold. I can't breathe. And it seems like the fumes and smoke are still hanging like an impenetrable veil, enveloping the camp. In front of the iron-clad gates of Mauthausen stands a monument. From a large mass of noble white marble, as if from an ice block, a gigantic figure of a warrior grows. He stands, mighty and strong, full of faith in the rightness and triumph of the cause for which he fought. On the dark wide granite slab of the pedestal is carved in two languages ​​- Russian and German: “To Dmitry Karbyshev. To a scientist. To the warrior. Communist. His life and death were a feat in the name of life. And life and death were a feat...


Only faded photographs have survived, where Dmitry Karbyshev is either with a dashingly curled mustache in a cadet's overcoat, or at the Budenovsky shooting range. His daughter keeps them as the greatest relic - the memory of the Russian officer who was her father. Elena Karbysheva also keeps her father’s letter. “Be strong, take courage, and most importantly, never be afraid or worry about anything - this is my testament to you. I kiss you. I wish you success. Dad.” “On the morning of June 23, I ran for a telegram, but there was no telegram on the 23rd, never again.” He will not write a single line, and Elena will learn about the fate of her father only after the war. In 4 years, she will learn all his letters by heart. And then the latter - from Grodno, after which there would be encirclement, captivity and Nazi death camps. Her father wanted Elena to become a military specialist. She graduated from the Leningrad Higher Naval Engineering School. During the Leningrad siege she built defensive structures, served in the main headquarters of the Navy, then at the main headquarters of the Armed Forces of the USSR. She was awarded the Order of the Patriotic War, the Red Star, the Friendship of Peoples, medals “For Military Merit”, “For the Defense of Leningrad”, etc. Karbysheva Elena Dmitrievna Memories of her daughter:




And among cadets of engineering schools, the drill song is especially popular, the chorus of which ends with the words: “... Karbyshev should be an example for us of how selflessly to serve the Motherland.” Monuments to Karbyshev were erected in Moscow, Kazan, Vladivostok, Samara, Omsk and Pervouralsk, etc. A boulevard in Moscow, Karbysheva Street (St. Petersburg), streets in Brest, Kazan, Balashikha, Minsk, Kiev, Togliatti, Samara, Perm are named after him. , Kherson, Gomel, Ulyanovsk, Vladivostok and Omsk. A minor planet in the solar system is also named after him. A number of schools in the former Soviet Union are named after D. M. Karbyshev. Memory


Commemorative plaque of D. M. Karbyshev on the building of the Military Engineering Academy. Moscow Motor ship "General Karbyshev" Monument to D. M. Karbyshev. Sculptor V. Fedorov. Omsk Monument in Moscow on Karbysheva Boulevard, Pskov region. 47th Missile Forces Training Center


Awards of the Russian general Medal "Golden Star" of the Hero of the Soviet Union On August 16, 1946, Dmitry Mikhailovich Karbyshev was posthumously awarded the title of Hero of the Soviet Union Order of Lenin Order of the Red Banner Order of the Red Star Order of St. Anna 3rd class. Order of St. Equal-to-the-Apostles Prince Vladimir Order of St. Anna 4th Art. Order of St. Stanislaus 2nd class. Polish Order of St. Stanislav, 3rd class. Reshin E.P. General Karbyshev: document. Tale - M.: Publishing house DOSAAF USSR, - 317 p.: ill. School encyclopedia "Russica". Russian history. 20th century. – M.: OLMA – PRESS Education, – with E. Smirnova. In the school museum // Murzilka // – pp. 7-8. Karbyshev Dmitry Mikhailovich //– M.: – P. 114: Karbyshev Dmitry Mikhailovich // Heroes of the Soviet Union: short. biogr. words – M.: – T. 1. – P. 626: Sources of information ru.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karbyshev nvo.ng.ru/history/ /5_karbyshev.html