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«The Final Appeal to Mankind» by Nicolai Levashov

Russian History Viewed through Distorted Mirrors. Vol 1

As any Russian I always has been interested in the history of my country. In my
childhood I red a lot of historical novels, books on history of both Russia and other

countries of the world. As I went on gaining and analyzing historical information
available, my heart and mind began to fill with bewilderment and indignation. Every
nation on Earth, independently their real role in the destiny of the world, wrote their
own Great History using for this purpose both real events, folk legends and some times
purely fictitious events. There would be nothing unusual in it but except for just one

snag … everything applied to the history of Russia was filled with uncovered hatred of
those who wrote its history. According to their opinion the Slavs lived in earthen pits
up to the 9th century and were such primitive that even did not have their own state
system and had to invite Varangians to govern. Also they lived in horrified ignorance
until in the 10th century two saints, Cyril and Mefodiy, created the Slavonic written
language on the basis of the Greek language shedding thus the “light of knowledge”
on the obtuse Slavs. Also Mongols had kept Russian people in slavery for three

hundred years and only when Peter the Great cut through a “window” to Europe and
transformed Russia in accordance with European standards, Russia became the Great
Empire, etc. Any well-educated person understands perfectly that history is written
according to the orders of those in power and is rewritten following their requirements
and desire. Therefore, it would be appropriate to ask who were these “historians” and

why were they reluctant to create for Russian rulers something similar to that, what
had been created for Jewish, Chinese, Greek, Roman and other nations and empires?..

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The Mirror of my Soul

An Autobiographic chronicle. Vol 1

There are several reasons why I decided to write my own biography. First, whenever I
had occasion to talk about some events of my life, my stories would often come back
to me in the form of the most unimaginable “folklore.” In fact, my tales took on such

“facts” and colorations that even I listened to them with interest. The second reason
that impelled to such a “feat” was the fact that every now and then someone would
appear and offer to write my biography—and every time something stopped me. Once
I even agreed to have an American woman author garner my recollections onto
audiocassettes and spent several days with her recording them. But then I changed my

mind and gave up the offer.

First of all, I had to expend a lot of time describing and explaining events that had
happened to me. Secondly, to my utter astonishment, writers and journalists managed
to distort everything despite their having my recorded recollections: this would include
exaggerating, distorting facts and sometimes simply telling bare-faced lies. Therefore,
when Dmitri Baida, the administrator of my web site, suggested that I write the

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