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

it, when, in retrospect, I return to the days of my youth and glance at those events with

the eyes of experience and the understanding that comes with years.

Thus, the myth about “chosen” and “special” minorities was created literally under
our very noses, together with the myth of dull and ignorant Slavs, although, as with any
other group, there is enough dullness and ignorance in our midst. Only for the sake of
justice, someone has to speak the truth about “equal” opportunities for the same abilities

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But then I did not understand all this and viewed the world with somewhat naive
eyes— poised to become engrossed in the world of science. I finished my first winter
exams with only one “good” out of six exams (the other five being “excellent”). The
summer marks, out of five exams, were all “excellent”.

So I almost always received “excellent” in the examinations. I mention this for one
reason only: I studied in earnest, though without fervent zeal. Everything came easily to
me.

After graduating the university and getting my degree from the department of
theoretical radio physics, which was considered the elite faculty. In 1984, I was deployed
as an officer to serve in the army for two years—even without being asked as to my
wishes. Evidently, it would have been a huge injustice to the long-suffering minorities
if those in charge had honored my right (as one of their best graduates) to choose my
place of assignment. Oddly enough, I am glad that it turned out that way.

After receiving the finest natural science education, I was still unable to find
answers to the questions and explanation of contradictions which drew my attention as
early as elementary school. Traditional science showed complete insolvency in its ability
to explain natural phenomena. Even a negative scientific result is a positive result too,
because it shows in what direction you needn’t continue to search. Unlike most who
thought this way, I had two additional directions left. Below I will explain where they
came from.

Unusual phenomena began to happen to me as early as in my childhood. My parents
told me about some of them. The first incomprehensible phenomenon was observed
when I was an infant. One day my mother had to go out and asked my father who had
just come home from work to lull me to sleep until she came back.

My father was very tired and decided to sit down for a second. He sat down, got
warm and instantly fell asleep. He was sleeping, probably for several minutes, but when
he woke up, he did not find me in his hands. He was terribly frightened, looked down
and saw a strange picture. My swaddled body was suspended in a straight line, with my
head downward, which was impossible, be-cause in this case my neck would have been

broken instantly.
The point is that—during the first weeks of life a child’s cervical vertebrae are made
of cartilage which has not yet hardened, and cannot support the weight of even a child’s
head, let alone the body. My neck bones were no exception. Due to some reason,
incomprehensible to my father, my swaddled body hung straight down above the floor
without touching it. It was as if someone invisible had grabbed my feet and held on until
my father woke up and took me in his hands. He was so frightened that he did not tell
my mother immediately, expecting a serious scolding from her with good reason.

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