Figures of the One Must Go

by Victor Living

  “Sorry, Professor. I’ll try to be as short as possible. Okay, please pay attention. When the SU collapsed in 1990, all republics received independence. But just as the next action from 1991 RF involved dividing Moldova and establishing a puppet state ‘T’ by helping with troops. It ended in 1992 with one thousand corpses from both sides. But, my dear professor and fellows, I’d like to ask your earnest attention to the word ‘corpses,’ dead bodies. Why am I asking to do that? The point was about six years ago. I served in Afghanistan as an infantryman. I know what real war is and still feel it on my skin. But most terribly, I know what it is to lose a comrade who became like a brother. The human’s mind works if a military conflict occurs on another continent and does not concern you as a person—you pay little attention to it. But we are not ordinary people here today and motivated by the professor to be philosopher-analysts. Hence, I want to use the phrase ‘this many corpses’ as a key to wake us up like a cold shower to realize how expensive democracy is if we measure that by people’s lives. So, as I cut many details to not bore you, I’ll go further year by year. Second, 1992, the conflict—again RF with a former republic Georgia— results in eight thousand corpses from both sides. Third, in 1994, again RF and Chechnya result in about over two hundred thousand corpses from both sides. But let me stop here and affirm that many conflicts in RF with a former republic continued for only one reason, to keep control and influence over now-free countries as a former communistic imperial. At last, in 2014, Russia annexed Ukraine’s Crimea, we spoke already about it, and again established marionette states, like D and L on Ukraine territory. So far, in continuance, it looks like a new form of so-named hybrid wars until today are already over twenty thousand corpses from both sides. To conclude, let me announce my rationale. I hope after facts declared that nobody accepted such an opinion as a mistake, I can repeat the RF never intended to build a democracy in the traditional Western view. And I apologize if I brought any wrong in delivering such political opinion.”

  There was a minute of pause. As I was also a partaker of disputes in group A, I never imagined that it might end like a magic movie scene where all became spectators of a dramatic scene. It was with swift turn that the beautiful Tanya stood up and moved toward the speaker. When she stopped close to him, it looked like she even intended to strike him. So, I and everybody—including the professor—rose to our legs saying, “Wow!” without a single voice.

  “Why would such a loser in public detest Russia? I’m from this country, and even I, already a citizen, consider that country as a state with a prominent future. It is my belief, but a sick-brain entertainer like you, better just forget my number. I’m not dating you anymore and will not marry you. Do you understand that? Again, do not recall my name!” said Tanya.

  “Wait, hold on, darling, are you serious?” he said interrupting her.

  “I am serious. You made me furious! How dare you, a freakish examiner, so at length disassemble the governing of my long-suffering country? How you afforded it after we’ve spent already a few months together? You don’t care if it’s painful for me? You are a rare idiot, boy. Take your engagement ring to hell back. Goodbye, David!” finished Tanya, throwing a shiny ring in his troubled face.

  “Bravo, that is the real drama. And it can’t be a play!” the professor said, upset.

  “Very sorry, my best teacher,” Tanya replied, bowing her head. And with a loud cry, she left the auditorium. Five seconds later, two girls rushed to the exit. I thought they hurried to calm her, but nobody knew. The class got captured in the discomposure.

  “Okay, my friends,” the professor said, breaking the silence. “Please don’t show me your worries. Let’s accept it as my fault and just life. And I ask all you guys to keep it going. I mean, say nothing to anyone. But I assume such an effusive episode is not a life show. It’s also our dissimilar ways to democracy. Many thinkers of today assert that the roads to liberty also understand the entire process as rational, but as history teaches, they often go through love.”

  “If you’d ask what happened later, I can tell we never again saw Tanya or David. They vanished from college. Maybe it was the kind reprimand from an administration for unethical behavior. I don’t know. But it seemed like everybody felt that broken pair missing. Is that not an extraordinary event, hah?” completed John.

  We all have goings-on of real stories in our lives. But I will remember from this story how David, as a former soldier, pronounced the word war. He did it like he felt a soreness about even equivalent of any war. Whatever, it was an outstanding moment in class. And now it materializes like a sign of the terrible price for understanding and defending democracy. As we can see, those young people, even from different sides of accepting issue, paid the critical cost for that by their love. I believe she already changed her opinion about the situation of her native country, but I don’t think she will forgive David’s display even if his goal was justified. Oh, it’s a painful truth: love accepts staying only on one side…”

  As a tradition, people after a fierce fight, never forget their perished comrades. Just later the living participants arrange the memorial for that. Then, in fast running years, the sharp pain will ebb away. But when people get older, they look for explanations for why they are alive but their friends are at rest. One man said such a pain corrodes the soul like a worm. But the hurt may increase when you see that captures of power act like earlier ones. I agree with that man but conclude people must learn how to define main problems. I’d like to offer you the opportunity to be more prepared for your objections and to rethink these allegorical sayings:

  Are we in the social brain’s constipation to get how those cruel commanders come up only at critical cost? Why don’t we learn that just by compassionate lives freedom is established?

  Why don’t we denominate the double-dealing of democracy as default to answer:

  WHY is that SUPER EXPENSIVE—our throbbing drama about classless?

  To reinforce these atypical thoughts for work, I’d like to encourage you to answer it only for yourself:

  I believe one day you’d come to a remarkable minute of belief

  WHO is the DEMOS of DEMOCRACY?

  Are you ready to reply to your belief in justice like you, in a specific way, know

  WHAT a REAL BOOST IS?

  Do you agree that today’s payment for freedom is more unashamed and heavier for the man

  WHO is the FIRST PAYER?

  In our history, can you believe only hypercritical control of our politicians can bring a pleasant day that will help answer that dismal query

  WHY is that SUPER EXPENSIVE?

  Lyrical Path

  21. In the Middle

  After cosigning values in sequence:

  MAN ABOVE FILTH

  CLEMENT GOD

  WIDE-OPEN WOMAN

  BEING in LOVE

  STRAIGHT-OUT DEATH

  you will find why the vulnerability of a modern woman placed her in the societal midmost.

  Exposure.

  The man is called a gentleman when he deserves that. That’s why the first inspiration about man’s gender is that he must live not by basic animal instincts and reflexes. When he inhabits to keep only that way, he by hotfoot becomes a harasser, drifter, robber, fraud, rapist, and killer and more capable of wicked deeds. But our honorable heritage praised and continues to glorify other men. That is the man who stands above his physical needs. We credit a male founder of best creations in the world and magnify a man, who offers everything he can give and fights against disasters. We adore a maker of inestimable efforts to be a loving father, husband, brother, son, and friend. We grant only “thanks” to the man for unobtrusive contributions. And when he leaves, we get into immense remorse. “He was a charitable man,” people say.

  May I ask how you would feel about the question: are you such a man? Have you fought back a dirty thing in your life? If not, would you take my symbolical advice as not cunning words but as an internal command to your heart?


  Can you stand strong for sacrifice and salvation? Would you appear as an anchor of affable acts? Could you fight to shield freedom, your fatherland, fraternity, family as the

  MAN ABOVE FILTH—brother to men’s majority?

  Man and your nature, have you ever carried to the troubled world your best performance? Let me answer; I hope yes. But why then do you keep such erratic headways toward covetous truth? I’m asking that because maybe an ancient public was closer when they had strived to prove that only our maker-blessed man rises above human-made difficulties. But would you agree that archaic people were correct that only God guided man to meet and greet his goddess woman? Oh, you can object. But whatever you say, the critical opinion over history (your belief doesn’t matter) sounds like: the Creator gave the man a woman but not only to continue humankind. God helped both to survive severities of nature and develop further. Isn’t that a truthful statement? Even if in the head thoughts are moving about peremptory or in idle talk, the practical life shows it has a profound meaning. Because regular man always appreciates a generosity of God. And it looks like all spiritual people (whichever God they pray to) have that as an axiom of genuineness. Don’t they need evidence? And myself, I believe a God willingly gave humans the power of choice:

  For what or whom to dedicate your lifetime? Rather, recognize that a billion stay in faith for they are not empty hopes but optimism for saving the human world.

  Would you like to, together with me, move around with logo-root Clement God for one more chance to vindicate a superpower of God as his kindness?

  And to fortify this conclusion, you can articulate the belief in God backing people from bloody bales. Many of us agree with actions approved by the Almighty. We always wait to withhold woes but only with the

  CLEMENT GOD bounties.

  I’m sure that in our twenty-first century digital age, you can meet men who without doubts would confirm: to come to be visible of the woman on Earth is allowed only by the Creator. And the warmest examples are always about our mothers. Oh, my mom! I will always love her gracious heartwarming light on me. Someone said, “Don’t disturb dead people often,” but you are always on my mind, and I’m talking to you. My dearest blessing mother, you are my holy symbol of family. Only the woman wishes each of us stays safe. Only the woman contradicts perdition. She is the first more alert about unsafe trouble. And only the woman continues upfront belief about God. Did you realize that a woman keeps everybody and everything together? Otherwise, if through our roads we meet no female, no one will honor the Master. Then, not any lone essence would connect the past and present with the future. Have you agreed such indisputable things hold a potential value only by her? And I would like to again invite you to try more deeply to comprehend the logo-root “Wide-Open Woman.” Let’s guess that as the opening will only strengthen the metaphorical sense of statements that find an essence of a woman when you say, she is affectionate but assailable.

  Her flag is foremost to feed a full family.

  Her soul is charitable for children as a continuance of the crowd; even though she is a delicate, defenseless

  WIDE-OPEN WOMAN—life’s guard.

  But the main idea about the woman: she creates new breath as the sense of our existence. Why then is she in the golden middle? If you would like to check from the beginning, you can find that line about a woman’s looks: Man above, Clement God, and Wide-Open Woman (as she is in the middle), Being in Love, and Straight-Out of Death. Do you agree that her existence put her by the magical approach in the middle? Since you pay attention to the left side, closest to her heart, you find she has protection by the sui generis way of an omnipotent. While you see on her right hand, you uncover an unstable, lively love. Yes, it’s the best human state: being in love. And will you agree that trend of love is the only unpredictable fate? But if you disagree, I’ll try to define the term “being in love.” Isn’t a woman’s love more important than the man’s? Yes? Did you hear the woman’s phrase spoken while getting married? “The utmost thing I wish you to be is a simple woman’s fortune with him…” And it looks so sad when men behave as not gentlemen but as bumpkins. And also, a point that such troubling men don’t even try to consider this expression. But when men analyze a simple woman’s “being in love,” they say the love doesn’t aspirate optimism for long. Even love is the vaguest human reason; it never dies. Love only composes such celestial creatures as kids. Love only elevates and extends our existence. And only a woman’s love makes your mind state

  BEING in LOVE is a welcomed dream.

  I hope it will appear symbolical if, from this point on, I narrate one story for you. It’s about a real woman. She is a superior contemporary beauty. I met her in the company of my friends only for a few hours…

  Linda was an implausible gal. She stays in my memory as an episode about my excessive irritability. It was a Saturday party intended a few weeks ago. You can’t imagine what level of bright anticipation we got after an invitation to a small town in Great Neck on Long Island. We all expected to see a graceful house, blossoming apple and pear trees in May, a delicious meal prepared by Mary, and a selective wine ordered from a buddy in France. Everything promised only big fun. But in a short time, all invitees passed into the unwilled execrable event. When it happened, everyone grew confused. Guests, in the muddling stage, weren’t sure how to react.

  Three months before I became engaged to my fiancée, Mary; she acquainted me with Linda (also called Lind). I felt excitement about such a stunning woman and noted her skills for immediate eye contact. I call that a fascination of the femme fatale.”

  “Man, are you a man in full ecstasy?” Mary alleged smiling at my first reaction. As I knew in her thirties, Linda had already raised a son of eight years old. The boy grew up without a father. Precisely as a mother, she appeared too young to have a child. Meanwhile, her astounding effect to inspire men was that you were dumbstruck after overlooking her. In my first minute of seeing her, something recalled in me the noted expression among men, “Just from where such beautiful ones come!” Yes, she resembled a diva with a fiendish look. But about Lind, no one even tried to venture to call her a depraved girl. Everyone without exception considered her as excellence and inimitableness. And only later after a petite “touch” with her, men marked her as an atypical temptation. “Imagine a regular man getting the right to touch her. He would grab her and escape to a quiet place, as an amok monkey,” Mary bantered Lind. And I agreed with my bride; Linda’s sly, alluring impact on men had connected to her a gaudy semblance. And it all worked as her approach for many occasions. When men peered in her eyes deeper, he became hypnotized. Linda didn’t care which social or marital status people kept. Everybody turned into gutless stallions when she walked into the room like a magic psyche-blender.

  “Calm down,” Mary whispered once. “I realize she runs through years as an erratic nymphomaniac. Do you remember my cousin Alan? I didn’t tell you they worked together in the same office. ‘Are you asking about Linda? First, she blows men’s minds. In the epoch of the deliberate invention of political correctness, men are afraid to admire such a dazzling lady. So instead, she attacks anyone available. And she does that pretty well. Linda just pulls men into her mesh like a spider,’ he confessed after totally surrendering to her. I’m frightened one day it will come to a tragic end. Later, I’ll tell you her love stories. It will flip you in surprise. Keep your distance from her, please.”

  So, who was this Linda? This woman functioned as a corporate lawyer in one major firm in Manhattan. These people remained busy, even for families. But Linda was bright, an exception. She used every occasion with clients, coworkers, and colleagues from other law firms to find new men. Such a posture acted only with the purpose to elevate her bank account. It wasn’t her bank record for personal retainers or fees after the trial finished. It was as if she named numbers of her pulchritude lovers for a body but not for the heart. Instead, she called it a blood ticker, only a different part of her s
exy shape. So, she didn’t have a warmhearted vision of sincere love and building a family. She even hunted for occupied men still making huge money. To the wonder and jealousy of the associates, she had complete victory over difficult cases and brought to the firm millions of dollars.

  Howbeit, an issue of rumors hatched a muggy atmosphere inside various groups at work. The saucy point was everyone from just-hired to senior staff closed their eyes to whisper about her behavior. So, she slept almost with everyone in the central office. And it sounded like narrow news when in her nets got the sixty-eight-year-old owner of their law house. But after that, the gossip among succumbed men exploded. Doesn’t it look ambiguous for males with such status? So, everybody expected unpleasant talk about her ethical conduct. And radical men thought how to get rid of her faster. But, as one man sarcastically remarked: all tied - so nothing happened. The reason is everybody got dirty with this mud. So, she continued to stalk for more lovers. It became her fervent passion.

  But how can that apply to you when you realize you’re also a devotee of few times? Oh, it occurred as constant daily-weekly provocations. The line of men she had overlapped drew for her a strange road. It developed the bravura of her personal life, even being an open secret to everyone. Isn’t it a paradox? Yes. It seemed incongruent with normality. As we often cross attorneys, they stand as models of respectability. Oh, we get it. But it’s just a part of their job, and they must show to the world how important they are. But Linda was an extraordinary communicator. Mary told me that Linda bounced when she got the next new erotic partner (lost in their names), by an intentional game, and she used a prank. With both hands, she made a tender push to a man’s bare torso and yelled This is Sparta! For sure, any man would already be in sexual arousal, trying to play along with her and fall into bed. Isn’t this peeve-funny, hah? That trick was from the movie about immortal 300 Spartans and their tsar Leonid. Who knows peradventure, it was a mystery in her beautiful head. She claimed she had a plan which, on exactly three hundred turtledoves, she would halt casual sex and open the doorway for the right man and family.