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At home I pondered over the events that had occurred recently. And then I remembered my body. All the time that my thoughts were distracted, the pain was hidden and existed on some distant level of thought. But as soon as I thought about my overtrained muscles, they immediately replied with a sharp pain, just as a loyal dog responds to the call of its owner by barking. My entire body started to cry out and break apart, and my mind began to feel intensively sorry for my poor body, blaming my real âIâ for the trial I sentenced it to, to sympathize with and be compassionate to my extremities.
I forced myself to sit in the lotus pose to meditate. It was very hard to relax and even harder to concentrate. But still, my persistence brought me small results. In one of my attempts at purposeful concentration, the pain was forgotten. Meditation went smoothly. Only when a foul thought flashed across my mind did the pain commence again. At that time I clearly was feeling a streamlet down my hand. I thought, âThis hand muscle hurts the most. Stop! Aha, I got you, leader of distemper. Itâs you who spoils all my attempts. Alright, alright. This time I didnât manage to start a conversation with Sensei, but next time at the meditation training I will certainly find out how to cope with you.â
When I came out of the meditation, I started to reflect logically, âI wonder if I have schizophrenia. I start to speak with myself and try to catch someone inside of me. Maybe I am already going crazy?â And at the same time another thought appeared in my mind, âItâs a good indicator. If I were to think like that more often, I would reach my goal faster.â At some internal, inaccessible level, I understood what it meant. But my mind yelled, âWhat goal? Whoâs speaking again?â Completely confused by my thoughts, about who is who and what I really wanted, I fell asleep, following the example of my flesh, which was ruthlessly exhausted during the training.
The next day, my body became completely alien. Not only that, it was hurting and moving like a rusty robot. I got even more interested, as I had never seen myself in such a state. The autopilot evidently got turned off. I had to invent new ways to operate my body, even just to put clothes on. It was good that my parents went to work and didnât see all of my comic horrors. Since I was busy with this disobedient machine, I was almost late to school.
I felt pretty much fine during the lessons, although it was strange to feel like a robot. The very last lesson was gym class. This was the end of everything. I tried to obtain leave from the teacher, but he was a rather conservative man and an awful bureaucrat. Our pains didnât worry him. My only chance of leaving was by bringing him an official permission slip. I had an official note at home, hidden far away from my parents, because I liked gym class and didnât want to sit aside during them, despite the opinions of the doctors. Even more so, the exercises we did were never very difficult, in my opinion. During the trainings with Sensei, we tortured our bodies much more. But today for the first time I regretted that I didnât bring this paper with me.
Though during the day I had managed to move somehow, I had a hard time with the warm-up. And today, as if on purpose, there was a test on push-ups. âI certainly wonât survive. I wonât be able to do even one, especially after yesterday,â I thought. âHe is such a bureaucrat and will not even listen to me without a note...â And I began upbraiding this man in my evil thoughts.
During the next break, while thinking of a word worse than the previous one, suddenly the words of Sensei softly arose in my mind, âYou should not wish bad to other people, even in your thoughts.â âOh! What am I doing,â I woke up, âI am creating a trap for myself.â Cooling my temper down a little, I started to think soberly, âWhatâs the point of swearing at him in my thoughts and looking at him gloomily? I will just be more upset and will be rude to him during the test. He will return the favor, will give me a bad mark, and will call my parents. My parents will find out that I havenât brought my paper to school and also will become upset. Why do I need all of this? And what if, as Sensei says, I try to put myself in his shoes? After all itâs not his fault that I came to the lesson down and out. Does he know that all yesterday evening, I was in fact preparing for the test? He doesnât know. Then why should I be angry with him? He simply does his best to fulfil his job. And as far as my doctorâs note is concerned, he also needs to report for his lessons. What if the director or some revising commission comes to check on him? I can understand his position in this case.â Thus having put my thoughts in order, I noticed that my anger vanished and now I was able to think about how to solve this problem in peace.
After the warm-up, I again went to the teacher and calmly explained the situation to him. I said that the day before I had trained intensively and had suffered terribly, but for the next lesson I would certainly do push-ups, even twice as many. I also added that I completely understood that heâs fed up with our constant complaining.
âWell, you understand, you were also young once.â
That last sentence burst from me by accident, but obviously stirred up some good memories from the teacherâs past, because the next fifteen minutes we listened to stories about his active youth. And when the test finally began, I asked him, âSo, should I do push-ups?â
âAlright,â he genially waved his hand, âyou will do it next time. Weâll consider that you didnât have time today.â
To the great joy of the others, half of the class also âdidnât have enough time.â When the bell rang, my classmates said with smiles, âGreat! Listen, maybe for the other lessons youâll evoke the teachersâ memories of their far-away youth, and maybe they wonât have time to ask us about homework. That would be great!â
âIâm not a wizard,â I answered jokingly. âIâm just learning.â
After class, I had a rather pleasant feeling inside. Nobody suffered moral damage and, more than that, all remained satisfied. This pleased my vanity, and my megalomania started to grow by leaps and bounds. I didnât notice, though, until my friends listened to me in the evening and joked around.
âYou inflated this story like a soap bubble,â Andrew remarked with a smile. âWhatâs so special in that? I do such tricks almost every lesson. You simply need to act with ingenuity and humor.â
âYes, but do you tame your anger every lesson?â
Andrew thought about it and said, âThatâs true⊠but humor so far has always helped me to understand teachers.â
âListen!â Kostya tapped him on the shoulder. âThis is a brilliant method to fight with anger⊠Do you remember Senseiâs guys: Eugene, Stas, and others? They never stop joking.â
âExactly!â confirmed Andrew.
âYou see, everything is simple, as Sensei said. You were wondering the whole night how to fight with your anger. Here is an answer for you⊠Well, now youâll have to joke with your mind all your life.â
And then Kostya added calmingly, âDonât worry. We will bring you tasty cakes at the mental hostpitalâŠâ
âStop it! You always confuse everything.â
The guys laughed and we went to attack the overcrowded tram. On board the tram, Kostya said to Andrew, âBy the way, I have also spent this night in vain.â
âWith whom?â Andrew inquired with a smile.
âDirty mind! Not with whom, but on what, think deeper. I made a brilliant discovery!â
âIn the sphere of self-love?â
âIâm serious. Listen, Iâve discovered a chain of events. If you werenât beaten up by those lanky fellows five years ago, you wouldnât have started to practice karate. And if you wouldnât have started to practice martial arts, you wouldnât have pulled me into this business. And if you hadnât dragged me, we would have never met Sensei and wouldnât have found what we have found and what we are now learning. At least, if we had read about this information somewhere, then certainly we wouldâve considered it complete nonsense. While this way we were convinced and have seen it, as they say, with our own eyes. In short, if you hadnât been beaten up, we wouldnât have found this gold-bearing spiritual vein! Thatâs it!â
âI agree. But what makes you think that itâs because of you we met Sensei? The address of his school was given to us by a complete stranger from that previous school of Wushu. Neither you nor I knew anything for sure. We simply started a conversation about psychic phenomena by chance, and later found out about Sensei.â
âYes. But I dragged you to this training,â Kostya defended his theory. âYou were so resistant, remember, and didnât want to go. And that guy appeared exactly that day by chance. He was waiting for his friend in the changing room.â
âYes, he was waiting, but he wouldâve kept silent if he hadnât seen our magazine with an article about psychics.â
âWhich magazine?â
âWell, remember, Tatyana brought it from home that day. You and I were indignant that we would have to drag this burden with us all day instead of just giving it back in the evening.â
âAh! Exactly!â Kostya recalled.
âWell, I put it on the windowsill. And that guy was probably just bored sitting around, so he asked if he could read it. As you know, one word led to another, and he gave us Senseiâs address.
âRight, thatâs exactly how it was.â Having sighed, Kostya added, âIt is always like that: such small facts kill the most beautiful hypothesis⊠Alright, then my theory will look this way. If you hadnât pulled me into martial arts, I wouldnât have brought you to this training. And further, had Tatyana not brought a magazine, our group wouldnât have met Sensei, and so forth.â
âStill, everything started with the magazine,â persisted Andrew, further developing his thought, âand with the article. We became interested in these articles because⊠why?â
âWhat do you mean why? Because⊠Ah! It was she who launched all of that, she infected all of us with stories of phenomenal people,â said Kostya nodding towards me.
âExactly!â
The guys looked at me. âAnd why did you become interested in them?â
âMe?â I was a little confused and right away wiggled out. âMe⊠I was inspired by movies.â
âOh! And movies were shot byâŠâ
The guys were carried away, untwisting the whole chain of imaginary events.
Tatyana smiled and said, âYou guys, Iâm ashamed to say, will come soon to primitive man,â and she mimicked them in a funny way. âIf that man had been caught by a saber-toothed tiger, then you wouldnât have existed and therefore wouldnât have met Sensei.â
âHey, thatâs a thought,â smiled Kostya.
âMen,â complained Tatyana. âThey always find logic in everything. We have met Sensei, thatâs great. Thatâs the way it should be, itâs destiny. And thatâs
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