“I am here,” said Anna’s voice, and she tightened my hand. After a while, I saw a little caravan of nomad tents, surrounded by horse riders wearing spiked helmets. Their dark outlines loomed through the night. Some of them were carrying torches, which were lighting up their snowy path. The path was a frozen narrow river, followed by flat open woods. Bluish but still darkened sky was shining with dull stars, while lunar light was shimmering with silver. It was very cold. The night began to grey.

“Now, be your eyes!” said Anna’s voice.

Suddenly, I saw a depressingly familiar man near to one of the nomad tents. I instantly recognized myself. The man had thick but tiny black beard, seasoned with grey. His long dark wavy hair flowed over his shoulders. The man’s face was very pale, and his eyes were half-closed. A bearskin enwrapped him. Under the bearskin I could see the metallic gleaming of his chain mail. It was immediately obvious he was dying. I knew that I used to be that man. I was hit by heavy aches and feverish chest pain. My head was full of desperate thoughts. “When on earth this path is going to be over? It is already the principality of Vladimir7, but no end in sight. Will I meet my intended, my sons and daughters? I feel violent pain in heart. Have they really poisoned me? Or have I just reached my old age? No, I won’t see them, no chance! What will happen next? They will impoverish Rus’. These dukes with their envy and greed are the ones to blame. Our lands are vast, there is enough for everybody. Why do people kill each other? Why don’ they want live in peace? Even animal’s life is better. The earth is eternal. The stars are eternal. What is in store for us beyond the veil? Lord thy God, you are eternal! Will you withstand it, Rus’? Our ancestors were wiser than we are. What would Yaroslav the Wise do if he was in my position? I have been sensing danger through all my life; and I always kept my eyes open. My heart and soul are so exhausted. Forgive me, Father. Forgive me, Rus’. Forgive me, wife and children. I go away…”

“Dmitry, give me your hand!”

“I am here, prince! Here is my hand!” I grasped the horse rider’s giant hand. “I am leaving, Dmitry. The Lord God saw fit to embrace me. Fare thee well. And send the word to…” I left a phrase dangling and dropped down dead.

“Wait!” screamed Dmitry with terrified voice. Horse riders stopped. Suddenly, my acute pain passed off. I was rushed by love and warmth again.

“Get away, Alex, get away!” Anna was calling me. In the next moment I was back to the movie hall.

“What did it feel like?” Yaroslav asked me. I was sitting in silence for a long time. Then I whispered, “Why? Why did I experience the most tragic moment of this man’s life? Why couldn’t I see his happier moments?”

“Dear Alex,” said Yaroslav. “The point is that you feared this past experience from the very beginning. You tortured yourself with the desire to cast a glance at this man. You’ve just got your way. Everyone in this world gets the wishes. That’s it. Now you may instinctively experience your past lives if you wish. But note that you will not be able to clearly distinguish the events and eras. Everything will be fine, Alex. You just need to gain more experience. You will learn it in the good time, but now you need to use the library. If you analyze the list of your past incarnations, you may unwillingly think that almost every of your past lives were relatively unified, especially at the first stage of your spiritual evolution. However, it is far from truth. During each incarnation, a human being learns certain lessons, which improve its knowledge and update its spiritual evolution. If you used to be a prince in one of your incarnations, you will not necessarily reincarnate the same noble and well-to-do person. If this was true, personalities would all degrade. Even the souls themselves would not agree with this evolutional path. In the end, souls give their consent for next available reincarnations. However, the majority of people on Earth do not understand this approach. They think historical figures cannot simply reincarnate as ordinary people. All kings, presidents, top scientists, writers, painters, and other great figures were ordinary people in their past carnations, and they will be ordinary people in their future ones. Otherwise, spiritual evolution of every one would stop. Mortal life of a historical figure will surely leave a mark on the entire spiritual evolution of a being in future. This is very admirable, but extremely difficult. Next generations will remember you, and you will keep existence through the centuries, together with your country and your people. This is why your soul and your personal 'self' set heart on Russia, even though your next incarnations appeared in other countries. Alex, you should have already noticed, that almost all of your next incarnations had referred to civilized European countries. The purpose of these incarnations is to make you familiar with European culture, history, and way of life. You enjoyed such countries as Czech lands and Hungary. You feel slight nostalgia, when you remember such cities like Prague, but your heart is forever given to Russia. When you lived your lives on Earth, you always longed for mysterious Russia, the former Rus’. Your soul was fighting strange stress for this country. Look, you’ve reincarnated in Russia again. Your life on Earth was very interesting: you have rich experience of juridical and legal activities. The most important thing is that it has pushed your creativity. Alex, your spiritual evolution in this incarnation is almost perfect. Metaphorically speaking, Russia itself protects you from the ills of life; meanwhile you support your desire for knowledge and wisdom. This book is going to be your reward.”

“Alex, my friend!” said Anna smilingly. “Glad you could meet Yaroslav the Wise. You used to treat him as your master in your past life. He was your example to follow at that difficult time of Rus’ history. Yaroslav is proud of you and calls you his son. He was your guardian angel and supported you in those rugged times.”

I was looking at the greatest knight of the Ancient Rus’, who was also the unifier, religious figure, and nationhood founding father. I didn’t believe my eyes. Yaroslav’s clear and keen glance made me feel warmth and coziness. His figure radiated inner power, credibility, and wisdom.

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