Текст книги "The Last Gambit"
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Holmes took the paper and began to examine it thoroughly. Then he turned it over and looked at the backside. The phone number of some firm called BCL – 311-1488 caught his eyes. Holmes noticed for himself that the combination of ciphers was similar to the number of “Chas Pick” issue 151(880) by October 14, 1997. He also drew his attention on the word “Грабли”[55] (it was a title of some small comic story), asked Andrew to translate it and only after it returned to the pictures of the “picnics”.
Mr. Verov, you’ve told of the “birds” drawn at the third “picnic”, as if they were the kamikaze-airplanes. What grounds do you have for such interpretation of this “feathered” symbolism, except the fact that airplanes fly as well as birds? – Holmes asked Andrew.
Well, Mr. Holmes, – Andrew continued. – I’ll try to tell you my version of the third puzzle solution taking into account my understanding of the matrix methods of ruling I’ve already told earlier. I’m not interested in its author’s name or the technology of their creation. I take these three “picnics” as the matrix-scenarios of possible events in Russia and the World. The realization probability of them is determined not so much by the symbols they consist of as by people minds condition, which takes place in the modern society. I sincerely believe God[56] and live in a permanent attempt to have a talk with the Almighty, who only doesn’t make any mistake in any case. The morality for me is not a relative thing, as cultural workers use to tell to people, but it is substantially determined, i.e. I consider the morality to be absolute and same for everybody: for people and for God too. The difference is that God Himself has established moral “standards” called the “righteousness” for Him, but for people these criteria are the ideal the should aim at in any circumstances. Thus is my attitude to all events, including tragic as well. In the modern society all is going in the best way in view of the objective (and far from righteous) morality that people have. This means that everything could be much worse ore better depending on how far does the real people’s morality deviate from or how near does it approach to the righteousness ideals, established by the Almighty.
What thoughts had he, who created this puzzle, what morality does he have – all of this is his own problems. He is responsible for them to God. The much more important is the reaction of people whose subconscious psychical levels got these pictures. With all this I of course mean the conscious, sensible reaction, which mostly is expressed in certain words. And now imagine that these pictures appeared before the look of half million Leningrad-Petersburg inhabitants. How do you think, during the two years between first and third “picnics” has just the city’s name changing change somehow the psyche of its inhabitants, their attitude to events in Moscow, in Russia at whole, in the world? I think that it has. Though, the majority of people don’t even think of this.
Well, what do we see at the pictures of the “Post Historical Picnic”? First of all the two main symbols of Russia: Kremlin’s Spasskaya tower and Vasily Blazhenny’s cathedral’s cupola, i.e. the symbols of the temporal and spiritual powers. On the right from them the “birds” fly, and their direction marked with the arrow is beyond any doubts. I won’t talk about the day’s length (7.52) corresponding to every January 20 on Moscow’s longitude, since you, Holmes, are well informed about it, as I could understand.
Yes, we discussed it with my friend Watson in London on September 22, when I left to Zurich. Moreover in Liechtenstein on a villa in Vaduz one of your compatriots has shown me the “History’s password” on the teeth of the fellow with an axe. After it I understood why the acts of terrorism took place on September 11, on the day “John the Baptiser’s Decapitation”. But I still wonder why do the “birds” associate to the planes?
He, who showed you the “History’s password” – an axe, which is really useful for John the Baptiser’s tragedy causes understanding (though he himself provoked this tragedy) – seemingly doesn’t know that this person’s face is similar to the cartoon of the last USSR Minister of Defence – Marshal Yevgeny Shaposhnikov.
– As I know, Marshal Dmitri Yazov was the last Minister of Defence who joined GKChP in August 1991, – interrupted Paolo.
You’re right, Paolo. Yazov really was the last Minister of Defence before the Putsch. But immediately after it the General Secretary Gorbachev returned from Foros and appointed Air General Shaposhnikov to be the last USSR Minister of Defence, after what he gave him a rank of marshal. So the air force was to play the role of blind axe cutting down the towers in Moscow or in New York. The last depended on where the ruling matrix would turn. At least in 1992 this climber and upstart dealt the finishing blows to the Soviet Army that even after the great power’s destruction was still strong and unified, and thus were very dangerous for the West and for the USSR and Russia partition as well. And who knows, may be under other circumstances he could do much more evil. And somebody else on his place could save the armed forces unity and the unity of the state and we’d have another history…
Well, let’s continue. When I was talking of the matrix methods of ruling explained by my friend from Russia I told, that when some alternative conception of ruling appears however all matrix symbols and images remain unchanged. And all the evil planned in matrix-scenario can be realized but towards those who has planned it.
So do you think that God is unable to clear the adversarial matrixes from evil? – Asked Paolo again.
That, what is called God’s Providence, always shows itself in the mutually enclosed matrixes action. It’s harder to understand how it happens. Any matrix is filled by people’s thoughts consisting of images and their own energetic. Thoughts could be vicious or righteous and are the reflection of people’s sense of proportion. Vicious thoughts could be expressed by righteous words, but this doesn’t make them righteous. American government wanted to punish Iraq and Yugoslavia but told about the charity and mercy. Kamikaze terrorists wanted to punish America and told about the righteous retribution. Today the USA is going to punish the terrorists and carry out an anti-terrorist operation against Afghanistan with a code name “Operation Infinite Justice”. Though, it was their own words that fifteen of nineteen terrorists were Saudi nationals. This words: justice, revenge, mercy are understood as something good and righteous. I mean that the good and righteousness of any thoughts is expressed not by words, but by deeds instead. “…He is not the God of disorder but of peace[57]”. This Gospel’s phrase tells that God isn’t somehow connected to people’s evil. He wished the good dominated between people. But he gave the right of choose to people. And it means that a human (if he is human indeed) should exterminate the evil between humans himself. This way the Almighty can use only one way to assist the evil’s extermination: not to prevent any evildoers from destroying other scoundrels thus clearing the place for the righteous ones.
Andrew, you’re always talking about the alternative conception of ruling. But you hold back the today’s dominating conception. Or have I wrongly understood?
I thought, Mr. Holmes, that it’s no need to discuss the existing conception since all of us, at least on the West, live under it. Thus we don’t take it as the conception of ruling, like a child doesn’t know about the air he’s breathing. For me the today’s conception is Bible and the culture born by it with their conceptual and terminological systems. Today this culture is near to dominate over the whole world because of the technologies created by it. And it doesn’t matter what other cultures think of it. Radio, television, car, plane rocket, modern ship – all of this is the production of the biblical culture under the mask of Christianity-the-result-of-history. The Arabian world with its Islam, Japan with its Shinto, China with Confucianism or India with Hinduism can shame and defame West culture. But they just aren’t able to manage without its technocratic attributes, applying which they “erode” their own cultures via the unconscious people’s perception of western technical “toys”. And I even don’t talk about the technologies of their creation, which other countries are trying to become proficient in. Whether they like it or not, but this is a one-way process. You’d ask me why? If other cultures have no defence against the biblical culture, you wonder? I can easily say: no they don’t. And this is because though they seem to be quite different they have something common, what unites them – the crowd-“elitism”. One can endlessly discuss advantages and disadvantages of Christian, Judaic, Islamic, Shinto’s, Hinduism’s, Confucian and even Marxian or scientological crowd-“elitisms”, but a crowd-“elitism” will remain a crowd-“elitism” until any alternative will appear. But this alternative should be not just a dream of ideal life of everybody on the Earth. There were enough of such dreams and one can see it in different tales, legends, songs or ballads. At first it should consist of a harmonious system of views on every part of crowd-“elitist” society’s life expressed in certain words.
And do you consider such an alternative to exist already? –Holmes asked?
Yes, it exists in Russia, and its symbol one can see at the third “picnic”.
Do you mean this laughing child in a washbasin?
You’re quite right, Mister Holmes. And that’s why bearded Marx seized his head in horror. It exists for ten years and is called the Conception of Social Security. In Russian it has an abbreviation COB or COBa – it was Stalin’s pseudonym in the first years of his revolutionary activity. One French journalist has told: “Stain didn’t become a thing of the past; he has dissolved in our future”[58]. Today one can say that he has crystallized back, though not as a single person. But… a person, so to speak, called by the conception matrix can appear. May be there will be many persons. You know, Stalin just proclaimed Marxian slogans, but ruled in compliance with some expediency. And very this expediency was the conception of ruling in images, on the basis of which worked Stalin. It wasn’t expressed in words but it has created its own culture. When in the last year they bring 37 soviet films of Stalin’s times and of the sixties to New York all the elite cinema critics told: “This is some alien civilization!” That’s why people from Russia who expressed this matrix in certain words consider that the appearance of the conception alternative to the biblical was predetermined as the alternative to the suicidal crowd-“elitism”. This conception has the proper name – “Dead Water”[59].
Through this title the stable relation to Russian folk epos, which tells about the dead and live waters, is maintained in the conception. According to Russian tales and legend a hero cut by enemies at first is washed with the dead water and his body grows together and knits. And then he is washed with the live water and he returns to live. Look at the second “Defence Picnic”. There is a tale “Three sons”. It tells about two brothers attempting to revive the third, killed by enemies. And here, – Andrew showed the phrase on the bottom, – is said of the “live water” being searched by brothers, and not a single word about the “dead water”. The tale is reprinted from “Modern Russian Tales” collection, which belonged to the Trotskyites magazine “Ogonyek” library. Why did the authors of “picnic” forget of the “Dead water” symbolism? On August 5, 1991, when “Chas Pick” with the “Defence Picnic” was published, the conception with epic title “Dead Water”, which had been the first to express precisely and definitely the alternative to the crowd-“elitism”, had already existed. The active process of forming the terminological and conceptual systems on its basis actively went on, and therefore an aggregor of its followers formed. The alternative aggregor behaviour algorithm distortion – or scientifically: the introducing the hidden inversions to the algorithm – is one of the meanings of the collective intellect. To wash a dead body with the live water without the dead one means to revive stumps, i.e. to revive a freak, cripple, probably even a monster. So the negative reaction on the “Dead Water’s” symbolism is just a defence of crowd-“elitism” against the alien alternative conception invasion. And this stereotype is very stable in our society. It exists as long as the crowd-“elitism” itself exists.
It’s rather clear with the alternative. And are there the crowd-“elitist” conception and its symbolism in “picnics”? – Holmes asked again.
Yes, – answered Andrew. – This dead fish on the black waters of the Swan Lake symbolizes the end of the “Pisces epoch” (the epoch of the biblical conception domination) and beginning of the “Aquarius (Water-Carrier) epoch”. The Pisces (the Fishes) are the symbol of the Bible. The word “water” exists in the alternative conception as the symbol of information. The “Aquarius epoch” is the epoch of an informational society. The alternative conception’s new conceptual system turned the negative matrix against its masters, thus after September 11 one can see on television people with respirator-helmets, great amount of dust, the World Trade Centre’s ruins with facing pieces sticking out which resemble the Pisa’s Tower silhouettes. But one can see the same symbolically shown at the third “picnic”.
Whether you think, Andrew, that something similar to the American events was planned to be realized in Russia? – Holmes interrupted Andrew.
I think, Holmes, that you wouldn’t object that there was a real treat to the President of the USA on September 11. All the mass media was shouting of it and Bush himself looked as an exhausted hair, not as the mightiest armed forces in the world chief-commander. He was rather searching for the place, from which he could continue to rule the state, than organizing the repulse to terrorists. But you hardly know that immediately after Putin’s election there were many rumours of the possible murderous assault on Russia’s head, January 20 was called as the date of that event. Moreover, one TV program showed recently that the assassins’ sect member’s assault dated for Putin’s visit of Shahid’s valley on January 8, 2001, in Azerbaijan capital – Baku.
But who are the assassins? – Paolo entered the discussion.
Assassins didn’t start from scratch. Their sect founder Khassan, son of Sabbakh, or differently the Mountain Elder, got his worldview basis in Ishmaelite’s sect. This secret Shiites organisation (appeared in Caliphate in 8th century) managed to release Ubeidallah, whom they considered to be the descendant of Ishmael the seventh Imam starting his family from Fatima, Muhammad’s daughter, from prison during the endless series of intestine strives and coups d’Etat. They brought him to power in Tunis founding thus the Fatimides dynasty (by the beginning of the 12th century – the time of their decay – Caliphs Ishmaelite dynasty ruled nearly the whole north Africa, Sicily, Egypt and Syria). The monarchs not just favoured the doctrine, which had brought them to power, but they shared its ideas and masterfully used this instrument for their power consolidation.
Having conquered Egypt, Fatimides created a lodge called “Doyal-Doat” in Cairo. Notice, that the supreme preacher shared the power with Caliph. Nearly each mentors of the “Wisdom House” had a high position in the court. And there was no end of those, who wanted to study there. Outwardly Cairo’s lodge looked much more like a university than as a secret society. In the wonderful apartments it got they kept valuable writings, books, science facilities and instruments. Moreover Caliph annually gave quarter million gold pieces for enlightenment’s needs. But there was another hidden aim besides the education – the complete changing of pupil’s inner substance.
Thus, as it is, assassins are zombies created under the conditions of Islam-the-result-of-history crowd-“elitist” system. And hierophants brilliantly use them on such principle: “Everybody works for himself according to his understanding, and according to his misunderstanding for that who understands more”. It is useful to remember, that Ishmaelites’ orders still works. I don’t consider assassins or any other Arabian terrorists to understand the globalisation processes better than Trotskyites, so they together pull chestnuts out of the fire for biblical project realization.
Again it was a long pause. Everybody was reflecting on Andrew and Paolo’s words. The mistress, old woman with nice strict face, invited people to the wide terrace with served table. Earlier when he was approaching the four-storey house Holmes put an attention on its original architecture. From the street it looked as multi-deck ship. Every terrace was a small home garden: everywhere there were flowers, exotic southern bushes and even small trees with oranges and lemons on them. And since the lower floors terraces protruded far forward, from the third floor terrace one could get a nice view on blooming many-tier gardens. Rays of the falling Sun lighted shapes of far Madrid, which were seen in the dwindling evening haze. The guests sat at the table but Holmes couldn’t take his eyes off of the ancient city’s panorama in front of him.
When he had come to the hotel and checked the last events he tried to put to system all heard during the day and made the appropriate notes in his notebook computer. During the supper Andrew told a lot from the main “Dead Water’s” document: the Sufficiently Universal Theory of Ruling”. And at parting Mr. Verov gave him the copies of missing “Chas Pick” papers and promised to send an e-mail if there would something new. Paolo supplied him with large bibliography of history of Trotskyism and copies of some documents he possessed. All of them including Antonio relied on Holmes’s and his friend Watson’s analytical talents.
The next day Holmes spent walking about in old Madrid, long sitting in small comfortable cafes, which in abundance were in Madrid, looked at careless tourists. So, outwardly he just did nothing, but really he intensively thought, comparing all he had heard in Vaduz or El Escorial. His still uncertain understanding of the matrix methods of ruling was formed. But at the same time he got the feeling that something important was missing. And about it he could neither read nor hear from somebody; only guess. Yet he foresaw that this something important stays just around the corner. With such thoughts he returned to his room. At the moment Holmes was going to call Watson to tell about his futures plans the phone called.
Mr. Holmes, for God's sake forgive us for late call. We call you for the third time! – He heard familiar Antonio’s voice.
Has something important happened? – Holmes asked anxiously.
Turn the TV on, in five minutes the last news will be shown. Pedro Colyado, our yesterday’s master was right. Today at 13:44 by Moscow time (GMT +3:00) not far from resort town Sochi Russian airliner Tu-154 making the flight number 1812 from Tel Aviv to Novosibirsk fell down the Black Sea. Everybody on board, i.e. passengers and crew, perished. The causes are ascertaining.
Holmes turned the TV-set on. All is certain. The “picnics” matrix works on. He almost mechanically wrote down the collapse coordinates: latitude 42.11 North, longitude 37.37 East. He opened the calendar with a person feeding birds and counted the shown, i.e. not hidden, fence spaces. They were 37 indeed. Could one predict the catastrophe coordinates seven years before? This just couldn’t be! Holmes remembered the notes on probabilistic methods he had left to Watson. In the commentaries to them, as he could remember, they were called the “God’s games”. No, Andrew was right: the Almighty doesn’t play the dices. All of this is just the elements of the matrix ruling; and matrixes are often formed by thoughtless people who later step on their own rake[60]. Wait, but it was just the previous day when Andrew had translated the story placed in “Chas Pick” at the backside of the “Jade of History”. It was a funny story called “The Rake”. The similar sounding of the words “a rake” and “to rob” was played up in it. So, Holmes wondered if somebody had robbed himself that day.
Holmes called to London. Watson was at home and it seemed that he had been waiting for the call. He obviously was alarmed by something and told that he already had heard of Tu-154 tragedy but he couldn’t say anything specific or definite about that. Holmes reminded him about September 7 and promised to return to London in a week.
October 5 – 7. Egypt. Cairo.
In the morning Holmes flew to Cairo. Very attentive and courteous firm’s official Mahmud met him in the airport and immediately drove him to hotel Sheraton. Holmes got a number with a view on Nile at the ninth floor of the tower like house with an exotic name “Nefertiti”. The midday Sun warmed the air to +33ºC (+91.4ºF) but there wasn’t a feeling of stupefying heat at a balcony. High pressure and dry air provided good state of health. Underneath one could see an unstoppable car flow of the 16 millions strong megapolis.
The conference was held in one of numerous halls of the hotel. There was nothing unusual – simple modern event with dull reports, graphs illustrating firms’ tendencies to the bankruptcy, assurance charges, income decrease etc. Having chosen several booklets, which could probably be interesting for the firm’s heads, Holmes was going to leave for a café when Mahmud who took care of him leaded to him a tall full-bodied man of Arabian appearance. He was dressed in a light suit and a snow-white shirt with a tie.
Mr. Holmes, let me introduce you Mr. Aleph Salem, an owner of the largest furniture fabric in Cairo and just extraordinary interesting man.
Holmes shook dried-up but strong hand of Salem.
I was going to meet with you, Mr. Holmes, some day soon in London, where I should have gone for business. But there is one my good friend among the organisers of the meeting. He had seen a name Holmes in the participants list and graciously informed me of your visit to Cairo. So I decided to take occasion. Mr. Holmes, excuse me, I want to talk about not so usual problem, which is outside the conference matter.
Salem was a little bit anxious and because of that he spoke the perfect British English.
Mr. Salem. You seem to have finished Cambridge?
You’re quite right, Mr. Holmes. I’ve finished the department of law and for some time I studied the modern philosophy. I would like to invite you for a dinner tomorrow. If you don’t object I promise to serve a fine Indian cuisine.
Why Indian if we’re in Egypt?
Just because my wife is from India.
Holmes decided to stake one's all. An English word “picnic” has many meanings. So even if he had been wrong the prepared phrase would only have been a little contrast to Salem’s impeccable English.
You want to show me a “picnic”, don’t you?
The amazed Salem’s face showed that he hit the nail on the head.
Have you already been acquainted with the “picnics”? – He asked with a perplexity. – Has somebody let you know it in advance? But I’ve told of them to nobody. I have so many questions and, – he paused for a little choosing the words, – the most unexpected versions. But I wasn’t sure that you know the “picnics”, I mean the Russian “picnics”.
Me too, I wasn’t sure that you know these Russian “picnics”. For two weeks I have been meeting them under the most mystical circumstances in England, in Switzerland and in Spain. That’s why I thought that the very “picnics” have been waiting for me in Egypt as well. I’m ready to discuss them during the tomorrow’s dinner.
Holmes had been in Cairo two years before on the same firm’s business. A little has changed during that time. Maybe more old cars, as if from an auto junkyard, had appeared. Cairo was the city of the fabulous contrasts of poverty and richness where nearly two million people live on the ancient burial place called “the city of the dead”. With all of exotics: the pyramids, Sphinx, old-times fashioned settlements on banks of Nile, young boys and girls in white tunics and black wigs, – he had got the acquaintance during his first visit to Egypt. That time he was just walking along the embankment of the river Nile, which doesn’t differ from any European city’s embankment but in that it is less kempt. But nonetheless though of the commonness of the city’s landscape with a touch of Arabian exotics Holmes felt the same strange feelings, which he had drown his attention to two years before. That time he had considered them to appear because of the abundance of new Egyptian exotic impressions. But why did it happen that day in the business atmosphere far from any mystics? Was it the feeling of the matrix of the past secretly connected with the present? Suddenly he remembered discoverers of pyramids and their strange fate. Then his thoughts returned to the Madrid talks where Verov and Riego discussed the ruling activity of twenty-two hierophants. It would be useful to nibble at this subject at the dinner.
In the morning Holmes went to the conference for a short time, made the necessary notes for company leaders and returned to his room. It was hot and stuffy. He turned the conditioner on phoned to order some food and opened the “picnics”. Each time he watching the Russian “puzzle’s” pictures he saw an expression of some new sides of the reality, which sometimes exceeded all the boldest fantasies. A waiter brought the cold “pharaoh’s drink”[61] and the ice cream. Slowly sipping slightly tart drink with a delicate flavour of ripe cherry, Holmes thought about the circumstances that seemed to happen on their own but in the way as if the story he needed told itself.
He was ready to go down the hall, where Mahmud was to wait him, when suddenly phone called.
Good evening, Mr. Holmes, – the familiar voice of the deputy director Charles Harvey, – how do you do? What about the weather and pharaohs?
All is nice, thank you, Mr. Harvey. The weather is fine, in the street it is thirty above zero but in the room it’s eighteen. I didn’t visit pharaohs this time but took to the cold “pharaoh’s drink”. It allays thirst well. The conference has finished and I’m going to London on Monday.
I beg your pardon, buddy Holmes, but how do you like going a little bit southerner than Cairo?
I wonder, Harvey, if you suggested me to fly to Cape Town?
No, your guess is beside the mark, Holmes. We suggest you to visit Bombay. There are some troubles in our Indian affiliate and the Board decided that you’re the best to solve these questions. You’ve done well in Zurich and Madrid. We haven’t got but the positive reports.
Harvey, it seems that your geography is rather shy. I’ve got an impression that the Board hankers after the colonial past. If it is so, they had chosen bad candidature for their imperial ambitions realization. It’s the third week I wander and I have a plenty of things to be done in London.
It’s not the problem, Mr. Holmes. According to the covenant we cannot insist on trip to Bombay. But if your interests in India chime with “Ernst & Young’s”, we will appreciate it. Good bye, buddy Holmes. Call me if you change your opinion.
But today is Saturday, Harvey, and I have an interesting evening, – Holmes answered slightly out of place.
Holmes, you know that I don’t to keep the Sabbath. We are to decide on Monday, so call me. Have a nice evening.
Harvey hanged up. Holmes thought upon the firm’s suggestion for some time, but having glanced at the watch and realized that he was late quickly went to an elevator. Mahmud was reading a newspaper.
Good evening, Mr. Holmes, – he rose to meet him. Then having seen the guest’s worried face he asked, – Any problems?
No, Mahmud, all is right. Aren’t we late?
At yours, in England, the punctuality is a kingly virtue. But here on the East if one invited you to six p.m. he waits you to seven.
They had been slowly dodging the confused traffic consisted of cars from all over the world until they left the Old City and entered the fashionable buried in verdure district on the bank of Nile. Several times Holmes noticed that Mahmud drove through a red light.
Mahmud, why have you driven against the red light?
It’s permitted, – he answered with coolness.
And through the green? – Holmes asked with worry.
Moreover, – smiled Mahmud.
The car turned to two-storey Mauritania-style mansion and stopped near tracery gates of the beautiful fence, decorated with garlands of white rambling rose. The master himself met them and introduced Holmes to nice swarthy woman dressed in blue Indian sari.
After the dinner that consisted of half a score of various mostly vegetarian Indian dishes master invited Holmes to his luxurious study. The coffee was served and Holmes asked a permission to smoke. Then he was ready to listen for Salem’s story.
Three years ago a small group from Russia came to Cairo for the restoration of the business relations between our countries, which had been broken after August of 1991. Until 1991 I’ve got a stable business in Moscow and some other USSR cities. My furniture found a market in certain circles. But after the USSR break-up in new Russia some half-bandit structures appeared. They laid my shops under crippling tribute and thus I decided to put an end to my business in that country realizing that I was going to loose the majority of my money. The new Russian government made wide declarations to the world that the controlled economy had been demolished and the society was building the market economy. Nonetheless all the serious businessmen watched only the economy destruction in the whole Former Soviet Union. My visits to Moscow and Petersburg assured me that the pompous proclamations of the new regime were far from the economical reality, which was forming in the country. That’s why I agreed to take part in the conversation with that group. I wished to understand what really was going on in Russia, which I had always been interested in, rather than to recover some lost business.
