WHO WILL BRING UP OUR SON?
On our way back, when Anastasia was accompanying me to my motorboat,
we stopped for a rest exactly at the place where she left her outer
clothing and I asked her,
“Anastasia, how shall we bring our son
“You, Vladimir, try to realize one thing. You can't yet bring him
up. When his eyes are ready to look at the world intelligently for
the first time you should not be near him”.
I gripped her by her shoulders and gave her a good shake,
you talking about? You know, you are taking too many liberties. I
don't understand where are you getting these distinct conclusions
from? Generally speaking, the fact of your existence itself is
inconceivable. Although it does not give you any right to decide
everything your way against all laws of simple logic”.
“Please, Vladimir, calm down. I have no idea of the kind of logic
you mean but try to realize everything quietly”.
“What do I need to realize? This is not only your child but mine
also and I want him to have a father, I want him to be provided with
everything he may need and properly educated”.
“Please, try to understand, he does not need any material welfare
the way you understand it. He will get everything primordially.
While yet in his infancy
he will get and realize such amounts of information that education,
as you understand it, is absolutely ridiculous. It would be almost
the same as if they try to send a great mathematician to learn the
program of the first grade at a primary school. You would like to
bring to the baby some senseless trinket but it is absolutely
useless. The baby doesn't need it. You need it for
self-satisfaction. 'Oh, how nice and thoughtful I am! Everybody,
look at me!' If you believe that by providing your son with a car or
anything else that you believe to be 'a good thing of life', you are
doing a great blessing for him. You are wrong.
If he would like he will get it on his own. Just try to remain calm
and think what exactly you can say to your son or teach him? Have
you done anything great that he would like to follow?”
her speech saying it in a very soft and quiet voice but the words
were plunging me into tremors.
“Try to understand, when he starts to
understand the Universe and you, if you happen to be by his side, it
will look just like an undeveloped being. Do you want your son to
think his father is a dunderhead? The only thing that can bring you
more close to him is the degree of pure thinking. This purity can be
reached only by a few people in your world”.
I realized that it was absolutely useless to argue with her and
shouted at her giving myself up to despair:
“So, it means that he
will never know about me?!”
“I'll tell him about you and your world when he is ready to realize
everything intelligently and make his own decisions. I don't know
what he will do, it is up to him to decide”.
Pain, despair, offence and terrible guesswork, everything got mixed
up inside me. An unbearable desire to smash that beautiful,
intellectually hermitic face of hers awoke inside me. I realized
everything my own way and it made me short of breath because of what
I had realized!
I started my tirade:
“Well, everything, I guess, is evident? Now I have realized what you
are... Well, you could find nobody around to 'have a bad fall'
(Russian vulgarity for 'to have dirty sex') in order to have a baby
of yours. At the beginning you were even putting on airs, but you
are a poor plotter. You were trying to pretend to be a nun. You just
needed a baby. You even went to Moscow for this purpose. Look at
her, she had sold her berries and mushrooms! Why? You would rather
become a street-walker. You only had to take off your shawl and
quilted jacket and somebody would bite your hook. Then you would not
need to spin your web involving me into it.
Oh, yes! Of course. But of course! You needed a man who was dreaming
of having a son too and here you are! You have achieved that goal of
yours! I wonder, did you think about a child, a son, whose
predestination was to be a hermit? He is supposed to live his life
according to your modeling, what is right for you? Isn't it
something that you were talking so much about the Truth. You talk
too much of liberty and allow too much to yourself, poor hermit
woman. Are you thinking of yourself as the highest stage of Truth
itself? And what about me? Did you think about me?
Yes, that's right, I did dream about a son! I was dreaming about
leaving to him my business, teaching him to live right. I wanted to
love him. And now! What am I going to do now? How shall I live? What
kind of life would it be when one knows that his tiny baby son is
somewhere in a wild taiga crawling helplessly and unprotected?
Without a future! Without his father! Well, one would have a heart
break because of it. You can't understand it, you are a forest
“Maybe, your heart will become intelligent and everything will turn
to be good. This kind of pain will purify your soul, accelerate your
thinking, calling upon...” she pronounced quietly.
Such an anger was storming inside me that I could not control myself
any more. I gripped a stick, ran away from Anastasia and started
whipping against a small tree with all my might till it was broken.
Then I turned towards Anastasia and when I saw her... Although it
could sound strange but my anger started to vanish away.
crossed my mind:
“What's the matter with me, I have lost control of myself again and
Exactly the same way as it was at that time when I
was abusing her before, she was standing pressing herself against a
tree trunk with one hand raised up and her head was slightly bent
forward as if she was withstanding a hurricane wind. My anger was
I came closer to her and started to examine her.
Her hands were pressed against her chest, her body was trembling,
she was silent, only her kind, as kind as usual, eyes were looking
at me tenderly. We were examining each other for a while.
thinking to myself:
“No doubt, she is not able to say an untruth.
She could keep to herself everything she had said but she... She
knows that she is going to suffer and yet she speaks... She just
can't help it. Of course, it is also a kind of an extremity. One
can't live always telling only the truth, just the things one is
thinking about. Well, there is nothing to be done if she is the way
she is and she just can't be different. Everything had happened the
way it was supposed to. Whatever had to happen had just happened? It
was just inevitable”
I tried to comfort myself by positive thinking:
“Now she is going to
become the mother of my son, surely. No doubt she will, since she
has told it. It is true that she will be a strange mother, not a
regular one because of her way of life... her thinking... Well,
there is nothing I can do about it. I can't change her. On the other
hand, she is physically strong. She is kind; she knows a lot about
nature and animals. And she is smart, though her mind is a rather
peculiar one. Nevertheless, she knows a lot about the way to bring
up and educate children.
Wasn't she trying to speak all the time
about children? She will nurse my son. A woman like her will manage
to do it. She will go through cold and snowstorms. For sure, it is
just child's play to her. She will nurse him and bring him up. It is
just necessary for me somehow to adjust myself to the situation. I
will visit them in summer just like coming to a dacha. It is
impossible to come in wintertime, as I will not be able to stand it.
In summer I would be able to play with my son. When he grows up I
shall tell him about the people who live in large cities.
it is necessary at least to apologize for my behavior."
So I said,
“Sorry, Anastasia, I got nervous again”.
And she started to speak right away,
“It is not your fault,
Vladimir. You should not punish yourself. Don't worry. It is quite
natural because you are troubled and anxious about your son. Who
would not be? You were getting concerned that he will not be happy
here. That your son's mother is just a regular female. She is not
able to love with a real human love. Please, don't you worry, don't
You have told me everything just because you did not
know, you knew nothing, my beloved about my love”.
Back to Contents