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I arrived in Paris just after the Kreytonskogo University at the invitation of the French company that worked on the project creating so-called "invisible" corporate networks. France was a country where my parents met. They were both exiles with great difficulty leave the USSR. Memories of the former "homeland" had a heavy impact on my upbringing. Since its birth in the house heard a French and English, so that the Russian in a number of other I learned when I was a teenager and became interested linguistics. While his father, a prominent biologist, was invited to work in the Center for Biotechnology in the State of Omaha. Since our family was in the U.S.. Not to say that I am delighted to perceive some attributes of American life, especially reaching the stupidity patriotism, followed by hanging flags everywhere. That's when I met o.Richardom. He was a Jesuit priest, he taught at the University of Kreytonskom. This meeting was indeed Darom Bozhim.Pyatnadtsat years in the Order formed in him an exceptional focus on missionary deyatelnosti.Molodoy people from non-religious family with a keen sense of spiritual search, how can leave a fallow area Roman Catholic priest, and even Jesuit. I gave it to him, expecting a violent reaction. But in reply. Richard laughed and somehow unnoticed by talking about that and this and that, offered to go in the house of the Order meditation-based spiritual uprazhneneniyah St. Ignatius of Loyola. Thus began my churching. Parents are surprisingly calm attitude to the fact that their son chose Catholicism. True father once remarked that the glory of God is not Orthodox, obviously mixing Moskovka patriarchy and the KGB. He was never interested in churches, including the Eastern, but of their mother's experience and knew a lot about an incurable dishonesty chekizma.
Kreytonsky I went to university on faculty Information Technology and plunged into student life, successfully combining their studies, research, leprosy, and flirtation with the girls, who were engaged in a musical and theatrical offices. Robert O. unobtrusively supported me, as he himself said, kosterchik faith. In my second year I went on a pilgrimage to places of spiritual revelations St. Ignatius in Montserrat, Manresa, and Paris. Armed with instructions, designed as an electronic guide, I moved from the Benedictine monastery in Montserrat in Manresa on the river bank Kordener.Provedya night in prayer and performing all of the way, I stopped to pozavtrakat.V this time it began to rain. I quickly opened the tent, baby, got a kerosene stove and began to boil water for coffee. Suddenly, from outside the tent something rustled and Zipper front of me was razdvigatsya.Peredo emerged female face, half-wet matted brown hair. "Suppose," asked, girl - "and then I just get wet." She gave a radical Parisian French. I nodded. After that, instead of the girls appeared backpack, followed by a slender figure in a bikini. I lowered my eyes and heard the pent-up laughter. Five minutes later, my guest was sitting next to jeans and a navy-blue jersey. I poured her coffee. We met. Her name was Sylvia, her father was French and her mother English. She studied at the Sorbonne at the same department as me. At Sylvia's was light hand, it quickly overcame my shyness and the further part of the way to town we spent together telling each other about their interests and concerns. In one cafe, where I led a girl, she went to call and came back focused and alienated. She had to quickly leave. I was discouraged by such a sudden changing attitudes and circumstances. Sylvia firmly rejected my proposal to write. "If God wants us to see, then so be it" - with these words she disappeared among the people passing by. Two years have passed. Sometimes I thought of Sylvia, her brown eyes, smile, hidden vulnerability and importance. And I became sad. On the first day on the road from the airport to the hotel I thought it might be, is very close to me. However, soon completely different thoughts began to turn in my head: the first day of the firm, that is necessary to remove housing. And of course that I was back in town, was born and what should be call to parents.
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