This is a feeling of injustice that gnaws at a person from the inside. Revenge is what pushes people to terrible deeds in order to punish injustice.
Revenge: concept
Revenge is a feeling or act that harms the inner state of a person, it induces a person to terrible actions, the purpose of which is to cause harm in return.
The main reason pushing an individual to take revenge is injustice through the fault of another person. The thirst for revenge is quite dangerous psychological condition, it can live in the mind of a person for a very long period of time, until he takes revenge.
Is revenge a destructive feeling or a necessary solution?
Everyone deals with revenge differently. Someone considers it a manifestation of selfishness and intolerance to the peculiarities of the behavior of others. And someone is sure that revenge is necessary for the psychological peace that comes when the offender got what he deserved. What is revenge for you? Evil or necessity? You decide for yourself.
Revenge is a necessity that can lead to calm, peace, psychological balance, which was violated by injustice, resentment, evil and other negative emotions, actions. For some, revenge is a triumph over injustice, because each of us faces it. There are those who believe that everything bad will come back to us like a boomerang. They believe that it is precisely revenge that will help this, that it is with its help that evil will be punished by evil in return.
We are all different, some easily forgive insults, others cannot forget about it and start living as if nothing had happened. Such people usually delve into themselves, each time they recall a situation when a person was somehow hurt. It is these individuals who resort to revenge, there is nothing to judge them for. We are all different. Of course, you should not make revenge the meaning of life, but is the desire to respond to the offender really considered a terrible necessity?
On the other hand, some people may take offense out of the blue, after which they begin to figure out how to annoy the offender. They cannot forgive, forget, and be at peace until their desire for vengeance is satisfied. That is why there is an opinion that revenge is impossible. These are the people who need to ask themselves questions: “Will I lose my loved ones because of revenge?”; "Is the offender worthy of the time and effort spent?"
Revenge is a dish that should be served cold, but it takes a lot of time and effort. Does it make sense? Life is so short. Or is it better to forget everything, leave everything in the past? To learn the lesson that you learned from this situation, not to communicate with the person who humiliated you, offended you, or even worse?
Revenge or forgiveness is a purely personal matter, but is it worth what you can lose in the course of revenge?
Revenge is a must
Some peoples have such a thing as blood feud. Or, as you might call it, a vendetta. Blood feud is a necessity embedded in the minds of people in ancient times. According to this principle, if one of your relatives was killed, then the killer must take revenge by taking his life. For a given period of time, blood feuds are still common in the countries of the Middle East.
Is it possible to cope with the desire for revenge?
The psychology of the feeling of revenge as a concept is very complex, it can be hidden under the desire for retribution, an answer for what has been done, in general, under noble concepts.
If you yourself do not want to blunt the desire for revenge, then it will not disappear, as if by a wave of a magic wand. In order to somehow help yourself overcome this obsession, you need to honestly answer a few simple, but at the same time difficult questions. But be as honest as possible with yourself:
- What is revenge? Just for you. It's a terrible feeling to deal with. Or is it a noble desire aimed at punishing the offender and establishing retribution.
- The reason why you want revenge. Do you want to prove your superiority or do you want the one who offended you to be in your shoes and feel how it hurt you?
- How will you feel when you get revenge? Joy, satisfaction or nothing?
- What will you get when you fulfill your plan of retribution? Will there be a benefit or can you lose something expensive? And is it worth it?
How vindictive are you?
There are a huge number of tests to determine how vindictive you are. Below is a list of zodiac signs, detailing the degree of vindictiveness of each.
Aries. Likes to argue and win in every bet. Therefore, as far as retribution is concerned, he will try to compete, and moreover, to win against a person, and it is desirable that this be seen a large number of of people.
Taurus. "Revenge is a dish served cold" is about Taurus. He will hatch a plan of revenge for a long time, thinking over every detail. And when the plan is put into action, everything inside him will rejoice, although no one will see a drop of emotion on his face.
Twins. Spreading secrets, secrets, gossip - this is what Gemini uses when taking revenge on their enemy. They try to destroy the person as much as possible.
Cancer. By nature, very peaceful and a kind person, therefore, decides to forgive, not to take revenge. There will be a huge number of plans in his head to punish the offender, but he understands that he will hurt himself much more than him.
a lion. The best remedy with revenge - ignoring. This is what Leo is guided by. He immediately stops all contact with a person and demands the same from his environment.
Virgo. Does not go to the person face to face. He does everything on the sly, using various kinds of dirty tricks so that he is not exposed.
Scales. Humiliation - this is the tool Libra mainly uses. They try to humiliate a person, hurt his dignity. At the sight of the fact that the enemy is struck to the core, everything inside them begins to rejoice.
Scorpion. The most vengeful of all zodiac signs. For him, the most important thing is to clearly think over the plan of retribution, no matter how much time it takes. Scorpions take revenge slowly, gradually, which makes them more dangerous and unpredictable. Even if revenge took place, they will not be satisfied.
Sagittarius. Not a vindictive person, he tries to forget his offender and avoid communication with him so that he does not cause even more harm.
Capricorn. This is the second most vindictive of all the signs of the zodiac after Scorpio. He tries not to go directly to the enemy, but resorts to dirty tricks to set him up.
Aquarius. He does not know how to take revenge, like other signs of the zodiac, he prefers to forget everything, but communication with the offender will be rather strained.
Fish. So creative people, like Pisces, manage to express their anger or resentment in a more peaceful way. They will not directly humiliate the one who hurt them, but decide to bypass him.
What is vindictiveness?
Revenge is a negative concept, it is expressed in the desire to harm a person for the evil he has done, resentment, and so on. It is expressed in vindictiveness, unforgiveness, a sense of retribution and retribution.
Revenge is divided into two types: healthy and unhealthy. The first is expressed in the fact that the individual wants to stand up for himself in order to stop all attacks on him. The second is expressed in revenge until the complete destruction of the offender and in the inability to control oneself.
Quotes About Revenge
"Revenge is a dish to be served cold."
"Revenge is almost the same as biting the dog that bit you."
"The best revenge is oblivion, it will bury the enemy in the ashes of his insignificance."
"Cold revenge tastes best."
Conclusion
What is revenge? Everyone decides for himself - the necessary retribution or the quality of the weak. Revenge is present in every nation, in every person. But some know how to suppress it and live on, enjoying every day. And someone will not be able to sleep peacefully until the offender is punished.
Part 1 BEGINNING Chapter 1
The city of Kalach, our time. It was the end of March outside. Long icicles hung from the roofs. They often fell and scattered with a ringing on the ground or asphalt. The snow no longer covered the ground like a blanket, but lay in separate gray piles. In the city, almost all the snow was grayish. That's right, if the road next to which cars drive, the snow will not be very clean (!). It was already quite warm, and I was wearing a leather jacket and jeans. A bag hung over his shoulder. I was returning from the school where I studied in the eighth grade. There was no sign of any changes that evening. But the lull could be a trap. Someone who, but I will not fall into it! I must always be in full combat readiness. Walking slowly down the street, I heard what I feared. It was a scream. The cry of a girl who was tried to close her mouth with her hand. I tensed up and determined where it came from, I rushed in that direction. Running up, I saw that the abductors were no longer there, only a briefcase lay on the side of the road. I wondered where they might be heading and which way I should go, by the looks of it, the kidnappers were heading towards an old abandoned two-story building, a great place to hide. I, hoping for a favorable outcome, began to quietly approach the structure. I remembered that two months ago I agreed with the enemies about peace. The terms of the contract included that they do not touch me and my friends, and I do not climb to them. So far, the contract has not been violated. Let's see what happens now. Getting into the building was not a big problem, because the window closest to me was adorned with broken glass, and I climbed inside without any problems. I ended up in a long corridor with a bunch of doors. It was not very comfortable here, only evil spirits will live here, because she loves darkness, dampness and does not like tidy. I felt THEM. It was like a prick under the ribs, with a sharp dagger, it meant, for sure, that I was on the right track. Quickly pulling on the mask, from under which only shining eyes were now visible, and taking out from the sheath under the jacket the silver Sword, my reliable comrade, which gleamed jubilantly in anticipation of the next fight, I threw the bag behind my back and, holding the Sword with both hands, went forward. To my right was not tight closed door, and all the sounds coming from the unknown bowels of the room resounded in the corridor. Coming close to the door and twisting my neck so that the vertebrae crunched, warning that they would hurt all next week, I looked into the gap through which the most skinny and seedy ghost would not squeeze through, and saw that there were three vampires and a girl in the room. In appearance, vampires were indistinguishable from ordinary bandits, with high road who rob anyone they come across. The guy standing in the center of the room immediately caught the eye, he was almost a head taller than the rest, his muscles were much more developed than those of his brothers, and he held himself arrogantly than the rest. Everything points to the fact that he is the "leader". All three were dressed in leather jackets with strange patches on the sleeves. The girl was sitting in the corner, it's good, she won't interfere in the battle, one of the "subordinates" sitting on the windowsill of the window clogged from the outside said: - Boss, maybe we'll finish her off here? - No, - the powerful voice of the "leader" interrupted him, - we will wait for the others, if you don't want to wait, you can get out of here. The seated one decided not to argue any more. I was glad that the girl was all right, well, in this moment . It is necessary to act, and at the same time quickly. Judging by the conversation, soon there will be many more enemies, and even I can’t defeat them with my Sword, because I’m still far from a master of battle. A plan has already formed in my head. Closest to the door was a silent "subordinate", while not successfully turning his back to me. The "leader" was in the center of the room, and the "wise guy" was sitting on the windowsill. The rest of the room was empty, only the floor was covered in dust and debris. Not bad, there is a place where to turn around. I left the bag in the corridor, no matter what interfered, and with a powerful kick, I flung open the door and entered the room. Judging by the faces of the vampires, I was the least expected in this place. Without stopping at the threshold, making a short lunge with the Sword, I pierced the first one, and his corpse, not having time to touch the floor, turned into dust. Then the "leader" came to his senses, and, taking out a small knife from his pocket, he rushed at me. Easily moving sideways from the blow, I cut his throat with a turn, by inertia. The "clever" didn't want to test my Sword, and while I was dealing with two other vampires, I managed to overcome the distance between the window and the door, and when I turned to him, he was already stepping over the threshold. The sword could no longer reach him. But for such a case, I had a surprise in store, a dagger in my left sleeve. So I had only to wave my hand, and he, flashing, flying half the room, pierced the skull of the fleeing. I listened to see if the noise had attracted unwanted onlookers, but everything was calm. Since time immemorial, this house has enjoyed a bad reputation, and it was preferred to bypass the tenth road. It was said that ghosts lived here, but in truth, vampires often visited here, it was they who made the noise that they considered ghosts. So no spectators appeared, but now it’s hardly possible to guess what happened here, because all three corpses turned to dust immediately after the touch of silver. Having wiped all the dirt from the Sword and Dagger, I turned to the girl and easily recognized her. It was my classmate, Sasha. She did not recognize me only because of the mask that covered her face. And well, if I knew, it would be bad. After all, if there are those who know too much about me, they can give out this information to those who are not supposed to have it, as a result, I had to hide my face. A friend stood up and asked: - Who are you, and why did you save me? - Calm down, - I changed my voice a little so that it would not give me away, - I cannot answer your first question, but I will answer the second - I protect my friends from attacks. Seeing that Sasha wants to ask even more interest Ask, and maybe more than one, I quickly said: - You know me very well, even very well, you will find out the rest a little later, but now we need to get out of here. Sasha did not argue, and it is understandable who wants to be in the house where you were almost killed. Hiding the Sword, which now glowed with a steady sky-blue light, under my jacket, and the dagger back in my sleeve, where there was a mini-sheath for it, I went out into the corridor and picked up the bag, which was not very light due to the abundance of textbooks and weapons located in her. Without looking back at the scene of the massacre, I went to the window. Sasha followed me and looked at my clothes with interest, but she could not remember where she had seen me. Climbing out of the window, we went away from the unfortunate dwelling, some man saw us, swore at us, in general, the meaning was: "What, people like us only climb abandoned houses, break windows, and howl like ghosts." His swearing reached us all the way to the place of the abduction. Picking up Sasha's briefcase, I returned it to its rightful owner, and walked her home, stopping a new flow of questions, saying that she would find out everything, but later, and went to her place. Having moved a hundred steps from Sasha's house, I took off my mask and brushed off my clothes so that passers-by would not suspect anything. CHAPTER 2 After 20 minutes.
I lived in a big two-story house, although sometimes I myself was surprised how all of our not small family fit in it. On the ground floor there were: a kitchen, a bathroom, a dining room and my father's workshop, lovingly nicknamed by me "The Lair". On the upper level there were bedrooms, children's rooms and a large hall. Climbing up the wooden, carved staircase, prudently stepping over the penultimate step, which invariably betrayed everyone who stepped on it with a creak, I entered my room. Relaxing, and throwing a bag that rattled metal under the table, I collapsed onto the bed. I needed to rest and clean myself up. I looked around the room, there was nothing special in it: a bed, a wardrobe, a table on which there was a computer, a bedside table with a TV. Naturally, I did not keep weapons in the room, and in general no one in the family knew about my "hobby". Looking in the mirror, I saw an ordinary eighth-grader, taller than average, shoulder-length dark hair, named Oksana. "Passion", "passion", but after all, lessons also need to be taught, and, sitting at the table, I reluctantly pushed my Algebra textbook towards me. After finishing the lessons after about an hour and a half, I decided to pay a visit to " bunker"Check if everything is in place. "
bunker"
I call the shelter that people like me helped me build HUNTERS for the unclean. We designed it with every possibility in mind, from the ceiling collapsing to being hit by a tactical nuclear warhead. The "bunker" was located under my yard, and was an intricate interlacing of rooms and corridors, with many exits, the nearest one was between my house and high fence from the neighbors. Although there were many exits, I preferred this one. Pressing a secret button that opened the entrance to the shelter, I descended the stairs and headed forward, hearing the hatch automatically close behind me. I walked along narrow corridor, more like the hole of some monster from a computer game. The rooms to the right contained weapons, clothing, latest equipment thanks to my friends hunters, they stuffed "Bunker" that any American special would envy. office, to the left restrooms and warehouses. The shelter was designed for a long stay, so there was electricity, and heating, and water, and food, computers, etc. It was strange that, getting used to everything new, unfamiliar, I just can’t get used to the “COOL” weapon , which was contained in the special containers that are opened only after DNA identification. There were plasma guns, anigilators, and very strong protective suits. Luckily, I haven't needed them yet. But I have to be ready for everything and therefore I have to get used to it. In the recreation room, I sat down at my favorite table, which stood against the wall, completely hung with maps of the city and weapon diagrams, quickly overlooked everything that interested me, how many monsters were in our city and where their shelters were. No, of course, I was not going to attack now, you just have to be ready for any turn of events. After that, I got up and went to the weapons room. Like I said before, most of my weapons are there, but other than that, there was a shooting range. Taking a nine-millimeter pistol from the shelf, and turning to the targets, I decided that it was necessary to shoot more often than three times a week, because a bad shooter can be considered a cold corpse, and a corpse, of course, cannot protect relatives and friends.
After firing a couple of dozen simple rounds, since there were enough of them, I went back to the rest room and sat down at the computer. I didn’t spend a lot of time behind him, but sometimes a minute was given out, and I cut myself with computer opponents not for life, but for death, because it’s easier to win in a computer than in life. There were no interesting fights now, and I, looking up from the monitor, stretched out on the couch. There was something unimaginable in my head. The vampires broke the treaty, attacked my friend, which means the hunt is open again. But not only to evil spirits, but also to me. After all, after killing the spirit of dozens of "creatures", their authorities declared me and others hunters enemies No. 1, and now the war, after a two-month lull, continues! CHAPTER 3
On the outskirts of the city.
- Why the hell did they go there, because everyone knows that SHE lives there very close. Why did they steal that girl?" Reig's anger seemed to have no end, "Because now we have to fight her, and now we won't get off as easy as last time. Now SHE has become much stronger, and she has a lot of assistants, although there are none in the city yet, I would not be surprised if she calls them in the very near future. After all, you remember the prophecy, which says that a girl, without any superpowers, will destroy more of ours than her countless helpers destroyed in our entire long-term existence. It is unlikely that SHE will leave us alone until she destroys us all, or maybe something personal will stop her. Having issued such a tirade, Reig looked around the assembled gang members and asked: - What are we going to do? Fifteen vampires were present at the extraordinary meeting, with the exception of those who were killed by Oksana, and those who were now guarding the territory from her attack. The vampire gang was so frightened that Oksana would come and kill everyone that they put up a triple guard, armed to the teeth. But I didn’t know this, and I wasn’t going to take this gang on the fly ... sorry, I left the topic. Then Bryn got up and said: - Don't immediately panic, who knows, maybe SHE won't attack us right now, because now the girl doesn't rush headlong, now SHE is calculating everything, but after this calm we won't find it enough. In the meantime, we also need to prepare, maybe the huntress will not dare to attack, because well-organized resistance can stop more than one hunter, the vampire finished his speech. - Well, we take your advice, - said Reig, - we know that you always soberly and correctly assess the situation, we will all immediately begin preparations, now every vampire counts, you all go to collect everyone you can ... and I will prepare to the defense of our lair." Heroine's house. It's good that the holidays are coming, but before them, as always, exams, it spoils the whole mood, because the lion's share of all time is spent repeating what has been learned. And how you want to just take a walk, and you don’t have to abandon your “hobby”. In addition, I still have not figured out what to do now, because the enemies, probably, are not sitting idly by either. I knew that it would not be possible to capture their dwelling with a swoop, and I pondered what to do next. It's been a week since the attack. The vampires kept relatively calm, which naturally got on my nerves, during this time they could easily gather all their "relatives" and attack me or my friends, which would be very inconvenient, they could also find a bunker or hide somewhere either by the road. I met Sasha only at school, I didn’t have to draw her attention to myself, but I carefully and imperceptibly looked after her, because history could repeat itself. But everything was calm, only the girl, now walking, often turned back home, fearing that she would be attacked again, and what kind of nerves should be in order not to just go crazy. I remember myself in her place, it was a nightmare. Many, having seen enough films, think that if there are monsters and evil spirits, then it's cool, but it's not! Thinking and knowing are very different things. Everything I knew about my world turned out to be not a complete picture of life. Now I will not allow the same to happen to Sasha. I knew that I could not win this war alone and was looking for support. The attack on the vampire lair was a very risky business, because all of OURS were quite far away, and you can’t count on their help, they just won’t have time to arrive here, and I was looking for someone I knew to be an assistant. I was looking for a person strong in spirit who knew me well and knew how to stand up for himself, to my surprise, Sasha took the first place in this list, she possessed all these qualities and knew something about the "creatures" I hated. My choice finally took shape after an incident that happened three days ago. Three days ago. As always, I calmly watched the girl, it was good free time from the lessons, she walked out of the store with a bag in which there were groceries. Turning into an alleyway, Sasha walked about ten steps, and suddenly stopped approximately in front of me. I already thought that she saw me, but the reason for the sudden stop came from around the corner, these were three guys who were not very friendly towards my ward. I wonder how I missed their approach, although they made quite a loud noise, and one was driving a high-speed bike, the wheels of which made a soft chirp. These guys weren't vampires, but they were quite a threat to my friend, I don't know how, but I felt that they weren't armed, but they had strength in their hands and bad mood it was more than enough. Such people walk in groups of at least ten people, so other representatives of a not very good profession could appear here. Judging by their shabby appearance, they didn't have a very good day. Seeing Sasha, they looked at each other and decided that they didn’t come across a more accessible prey today, and the guy standing in front of the others quietly whispered to a friend standing on the left: “Ha, the bird wandered into the cage by itself,” and they moved forward, deciding to figure it out quickly and slip away. To my surprise, Sasha did not run, she stood still, although her face showed that she was not confident in her abilities, she lowered her bag to the ground and pulled out a small dagger from her belt. A fleeting glance was enough for me to recognize silver in it. Probably Sasha did not waste any time, she guessed that the "creatures" were vampires, and now she did not want to get caught again. She only lacked my instinct, otherwise she realized that the guys were people, and silver would not hurt them great harm. By the way, they just saw that something flashed in her hand, but decided that it was just a reflection from the clock, and suspecting nothing, approached, this was their biggest mistake. Sasha was not going to just stand and wait, she overcame the remaining distance with amazing speed and hit the first one with a dagger in the shoulder, spinning around her axis, knocked out the second with a powerful blow of the sneaker, but missed the third one. A powerful blow to the shoulder knocked the light girl off her feet, and she collapsed to the ground. Only the third of the entire campaign remained on his feet. He shouted: - Guys, come here! Immediately, as if out of nowhere, five more appeared. This group was already armed, four had knives, and the fifth had a pistol. Seeing the weapon, Sasha realized that this time things would not end well, because there was no protection nearby, and she herself would not be able to protect herself (Sasha, I’m not used to such pain). All actions took no more than five seconds, in speed the ward was only slightly inferior to me. It's amazing how the vampires could twist her, because she's not even a bad fight. But still vampires stronger than people so everything is clear. I realized that if I did not intervene, Sasha would have a bad time, as the six was quickly approaching. Having spit on all the rules, I crept behind the backs of the six and came out from behind the shelter, lowering my head, and said in a serious voice: - Guys... get off in a good way, huh...? The guys stopped, turned around and the one closest to me said: - You get the hell out of here, otherwise we’ll do it badly. I, shrugging my shoulders, answered: - No, I won’t let anyone with a weapon near my friend, - I nodded at the gun. - No, so no, he looked at Sasha and concluded: - Today you will have one less girlfriend. The guy raised his gun and fired three shots at me. The bullets would have hit in the heart, if not for the simple light bulletproof vest that I carried everywhere on myself, (here it is the feeling of danger), so the bullets just lightly hit the chest. Still, it's not a pleasant feeling. A thought flashed through my head, let them think that they killed me ... for the time being, and I immediately put it into practice. To heighten the effect, I, swaying, crashed to the ground, the trick worked (!), not paying attention to my "corpse" the guy continued to approach the ward, the rest were also advancing, but not so confidently. I decided that the first thing to fill up the guy with a gun. And yes, it's still a gun! Sasha, sat on the ground in an absolute stupor from the sudden appearance of a defender and from such a stupid and quick "death" of him. She must have thought that I was a super hero and that I couldn't be killed. Realizing that now is the best moment for an attack, I, tensing up, jumped right from a lying position, while my back reminded me with pain that I needed to be more careful, in a week it had not yet fully recovered, while I managed to catch the jaw of one of the approachers with a sneaker and hit my forehead across the bridge of the other. - I'll have to teach you a lesson, for bad behavior, - I proclaimed reproachfully, standing right behind the guy with the gun, having managed to pull out the Sword. Seeing who I am, Sasha's literally her jaw dropped, I don’t know who she expected to see in my place, but not me. The friend stepped back. At this time, without ceremony, I hit the hilt of the Sword on the back of the enemy's head, and he, releasing his pistol, collapsed at my feet. - So it's better ... - I said, stammering slightly, my breath has not yet recovered, - move away Sash ... so ... so that I don’t hurt you. The girl silently bounced two meters back and almost stuck to the corner of the building. The three opponents stood ten paces away from me. Such a distance has long ceased to be great for me, and I just switched to maximum acceleration and took three steps. From the outside, it looked like teleportation, but without any special effects. I had two hits for all of them. The first two collapsed from a powerful sweep, and the third got a personal blow to the face. This is where it all ended. I stood in the midst of the battle and, recuperating, the battle was easy, but had serious consequences. Firstly, I opened my face, and this was a serious violation of the rules, they won’t leave it like that, and secondly, the guys saw my face, but you can’t kill them, you can’t hide the corpses. Nothing, I'll figure it out later, I thought presumptuously, and we didn't get out of such troubles. Sasha, slowly approaching me, as if afraid that I would attack her, said: - It can’t be ... it’s you ... because I didn’t see anything strange in you ... even in that building I didn’t recognize you. .. why? She stammered slightly. - It's all about the mask, - I replied, - it helps me to be faceless, by the way, why did you decide to fight these idiots, and how do you know how to move well? - You're not the only one who has your own secrets, - a friend answered with a touch of pride and resentment, - but why didn't you tell me the truth, then ... after the attack? "It's too early for you to know," I said. -Cool you put them and with the "corpse" came up with a cool idea, - she praised me. - In such situations, only ingenuity helps out, - I said. I foresaw what would happen now, Sasha would get me questions, and most likely I would have to tell her everything. But it will be later, and now we need to get out of here. While Sasha was deciding what to ask me first, I went up to the guy with the gun and took the weapon. Turning around, I saw that Sasha, as if reading my thoughts, had already picked up her bag and, removing the knife, dusted off her clothes. I handed her the trunk: - You know how to handle? - If you learn, I will shoot no worse than you. - Okay, let's get out of here, - I decided that we need to get out of here as quickly as possible. - And where now? - a friend looked at me with such an expression on her face that it was clear that she was expecting something more cool from me. And she waited for this, but a little later. - Let's go to me, I need to tell you something, - I decided to clarify the situation a little. Chapter 4 I had guests. My parents did nothing to me. (Although I was not at home for almost two days.) I often said that I go for a walk or to the library so that there is time for "hobby", although what a hobby it is, it has already become an integral part of my life (thanks to some!). I told Sasha only the most important things: who I am (HUNTER), how many people like me (not very, but there are), etc. What I told should be enough for now. Sasha was very interested , who we are fighting, and how to protect ourselves.I also told you what the rules are:
- - Don't show your face. -- Do not give out secret objects. “Don't kill people except in very extreme cases. -- Do not reveal the secrets of the "HUNTERS" team. Etc.
Revenge ... How sweet this word sometimes seems to people. It paints in their imagination pictures of retribution, tears of the offender and his remorse. And then, not allowing them to enjoy deceptive justice, he makes them act. Makes you take revenge. But many take revenge. People who have been betrayed, offended, hurt. They want to let the offender feel the pain that they themselves experienced through his fault. They want justice, not realizing that they are only making things worse for themselves, poisoning life with their own hands.
Feeling of revenge- this is a destructive force that carries a negative, destructive energy. And this energy is directed not at all at the person to whom they wish evil, but at the one who wishes. After all revenge- this is satisfaction in the presentation of retribution, the wish of evil, grief and misfortune to another person. All our thoughts are mirrored, attracting what we think about. We wish someone sincerely good, then good will come into our life, and if we wish evil, then evil. At the same time, the negative has more energy than the positive, so it returns to us with a vengeance.
This is if we talk only about thoughts, but, unfortunately, sometimes the pain and indignation in the souls of people are so great that they bring their plans to life. Actions carry even more destructive power, and the law of retribution works on an accelerated principle. People succumbing revenge soon become even more miserable than they were. From somewhere they fall on the head of an incurable ,bankruptcy, accidents and other misfortunes. And no one wonders why this happens in their lives! Sees no connection with recent revenge and today's suffering.
The results of a study by American scientists showed that 90% of those who had a severe form of tuberculosis experienced a strong revenge, completely occupying all their thoughts and owning consciousness. People who had thoughts of revenge only periodically suffered from abscesses (pustules), which caused a lot of pain and anxiety. Also, vengeful people are more prone to the occurrence of tumors, since neoplasms arise as a result of deep resentment, and if a person thinks about revenge, then there is no question of forgiveness.
But it only raises us above ourselves, gives peace in the soul and harmony in life. Who are we to judge another person? According to the law of retribution known to us, the offender will also be rewarded in life. But not thanks to our efforts! All the will of God. We can only accept the situation, forgive the person and wish him happiness. And as soon as the thought of revenge creeps into our minds, we need to remember the well-known saying: “If you want revenge, dig two graves: one for the one you kill, the other for yourself.”
There is no socio-economic explanation for what happened in Russia in February and October 1917. The country's economy was on the rise. The workers (that same revolutionary proletariat) lived well. In any case, not in the hopeless darkness that communist historians later painted. Let's get a grasp of Gorky's novel Mother, beloved by Soviet ideologists, about the life of Pavel Vlasov in a working-class suburb. (It's actually amazing how we managed to skip such details past our eyes and past consciousness.)
“Paul did everything a young guy needed: he bought an harmonica, a shirt with a starched chest, a bright tie, galoshes, a cane and became the same as all teenagers of his age.”
Keep in mind that he is 15-16 years old, he has no special qualifications and, accordingly, he still does not have a salary. Father died, mother did not work. He supported a family alone. And they lived like this:
“A third of the house was occupied by the kitchen and, separated from it by a thin partition, a small room in which the mother slept. The other two-thirds square room with two windows; in one corner of it is Pavel's bed, in the front there is a table and two benches. A few chairs, a chest of drawers for linen, a small mirror on it, a chest with a dress, a clock on the wall and two icons in the corner - that's all.
This means that every person in the family of the oppressed worker Pavel Vlasov had separate room. I remember that the Communists wrote something like this not just anywhere, but into the program for building communism in the USSR. I can assure you Soviet people in the same remaining workers' settlements, and seventy years after Pavel Vlasov, life was little better. And often even worse: sometimes two or three families crowded in such houses: grandparents, father and mother, and even an older brother and wife.
And yet all the workers in 1917 were "evil". During perestroika, a familiar librarian gave me the notes of her grandfather, a Moscow locksmith, the same age as the century, so that I could offer them to a magazine, a newspaper. But then they thought in the family, changed their minds and asked to return. In those notes, the behavior of the proletarians was news to me. After all, like everyone else, I was brought up on a different image of a revolutionary worker. And they, judging by the memoirs, behaved aggressively, walked in flocks through the yards, streets, almost beat those they didn’t like. From what? Why?
Dead ends of justice
It has always been believed that the reason for the February demonstrations in St. Petersburg was the lack of bread. Some sources say that there were no food shortages, but there was an increase in the price of bread and butter. But in any case, this is not a reason for a riot in those conditions. After all, the country has been at war with foreigners for the third year, and it can be tolerated. However, the Russian people could not bear it. The workers took to the streets of St. Petersburg, the soldiers abandoned their positions and opened the front to the Germans. This is how the February Revolution of 1917 came about.
Now imagine 1942, the blockade of Leningrad. The daily ration of bread is cut off by another fifty grams. In response, the workers stop the machines and take to the streets with posters: "Down with Soviet power!", "Down with Stalin and Zhdanov!". The troops of the Leningrad and Volkhov fronts leave the trenches and join the demonstrators. Hitler's soldiers freely, playing harmonicas, enter Leningrad. Can this be allowed in the most sick imagination? And in St. Petersburg in February 1917, this is exactly what happened.
What happened? How to call it? How to determine? Massive insanity? General confusion? Did the Lord in a single year and hour deprive millions of people of their minds?
Chatter about the Russian character, sometimes daring and reckless to the point of foolishness, sometimes quiet and holy to the point of foolishness, seems to be mostly the property of the streets, pubs and other warm places where people scratch their tongues for the delight of the soul. In fact, in civilized countries, this very national character (or rather, national behavior) is dealt with by serious science.
We have open research on this topic began only after the fall of the communist regime. In 2001, a book by economist Mikhail Alekseev and philosopher Konstantin Krylov "Features of national behavior". Their previous books are "Behavior" and "Behavior - the science of the foundations of a new worldview." Neither more nor less - "about the foundations of a new worldview."
Alekseev and Krylov, speaking about the ethical dominant in the character of a Russian person, emphasize the concept of "justice".
And if the people overthrew the monarchy and then followed the Bolsheviks, it means that the Bolsheviks had touched the most sensitive string in the character of a Russian person - the thirst for justice. Even those who resisted the Bolsheviks did not resist actively enough, because they felt a certain justice behind them, and a certain unrighteousness behind them?
Justice is called for when there is no law. Or when laws are directed against the majority of the population. The cry of the soul of a Russian person is not accidental: “Judge us not according to the law, but according to justice!”
In such historical conditions, anyone who does not recognize power becomes a hero.
Sailors from the cruiser "Aurora" join the insurgent people during the February Revolution. Petrograd. 1917
Kudeyary, walls and emelki
And not only with us. Robin Hood immediately comes to mind. However, he led robbers through Sherwood Forest during the time of Richard the Lionheart, in the 12th century, when there was either dual power or inter-power in the country, any feudal lord could kill and rob a yeoman, including with the assistance of a sheriff. It is clear that the free shooter then became a people's defender and a people's hero.
But Robin Hood is, if not the only, then the last such hero in England. After the XIII century there is not a single robber whom the people would sing. Why?
Because in 1215 in England they put an end to both the arbitrariness of individual feudal lords and the omnipotence of the king and his administration. In 1215, the Magna Carta was adopted, which clearly defined the rights, duties and measure of judicial responsibility. state institutions and citizens.
“No free man shall be arrested, or imprisoned, or dispossessed, or outlawed, or exiled, or in any other way dispossessed, nor shall we go upon him or send upon him except by lawful sentence equal to him and according to the law of the country, ”says the 39th article of the Magna Carta, adopted, I repeat, in 1215.
Since then, any daring robber there is no longer a hero, but a violator of the law.
In our country, people were glorified (and are still glorified) ileikas, kudeyars, walls, emelki and others. Because power tsarist Russia until recent decades, it defended only the rights of slave owners and the ruling classes. When she realized it, it was already too late - a revolution broke out, which proclaimed violence as an ideology, "the midwife of history."
Russia is the only country in the world where the feudal system has been replaced by a slave system.
Russia is the only country in the world where the official slave system existed for four hundred years, until the second half of the 19th century.
Think about it, in London in 1860 the underground was already being built. And we infants we were torn from our parents, we played cards, we traded human children for greyhound puppies, we used the right of the first night.
If only four hundred years ... And the previous six hundred? According to Russkaya Pravda by Yaroslav the Wise, a fine (penalty) for killing a smerd or a serf is 5 hryvnias. “For a beaver stolen from a hole, 12 hryvnia fines are determined.”
It is no coincidence that in ancient times in the East it was believed that after the slave was set free, seven generations of his descendants should grow up in freedom, and only then the blood of the slave would be cleansed.
Slavery, in my opinion, led monarchist Russia to a terrible revolutionary explosion.
When a person becomes a slave, everything human falls off him from above, like a husk, and from the inside, from the soul, is burned to ashes.
A slave is a cattle, that is, cattle. And since you are a beast, then everything is possible, nothing is scary and nothing is ashamed. This is how children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, great-great-grandchildren grew up and were brought up ... If we count only four hundred years of serfdom, this is almost twenty generations born and raised in the yoke, knowing nothing in their upbringing except the vile science of servile survival.
And in the depths of those souls, conscious or unconscious hatred, a conscious or unconscious dream of revenge accumulated and accumulated. And when the men felt in their guts that the sweet opportunity had finally come to avenge the centuries of humiliation, they took revenge fiercely! Including themselves. And they changed the fate of Russia.
Betrayal
Back in 1839, the chief of the gendarmes A.Kh. Benckendorff warned the tsar: Serfdom there is a powder magazine under the state.
That is why the emancipation of the slaves in 1861 was already a belated act. Yes, the industrial revolution won in the country, political freedoms were even granted, Stolypin led the peasants to be cut off, to free management. But the boiler has already overheated. Not children, so the grandchildren of serfs became the so-called raznochintsy. That is, "went out to be gentlemen." So they could not forgive the power of slavery of their fathers and grandfathers. It was they, educated, who called Russia to the axe. The cup of hatred overflowed. And the country moved to the Seventeenth year.
Perhaps it was necessary to start the emancipation of the peasants in 1825? This is what the Decembrists understood. Having defeated Napoleon, having passed through the whole of Europe with weapons in their hands, they saw how simple peasants live there. Their hearts were filled with shame and pain for their own, dear. And they went to the Senate Square.
Yes, they chose a bloody path. But in that era, society did not know, did not yet develop other forms of protest.
But why did the other nobles, having gathered and one by one, not turn to the tsar, did not tell him that the Decembrists were not so much against the tsar, but against slavery?
The nobles did not. They watched the hangman hang their comrades on the Kronverk Curtain.
The nobles knew what the Decembrists encroached on. To the holy For the right of each of them to be king and god in their hunger strikes and burnouts, for the right to execute and pardon, rape serf girls, drag them from under the crown to their bed in front of the serf grooms.
And the nobles did not want to part with these vile rights for nothing.
That's why they were silent. That is why I believe that it was the nobles who led to the collapse of monarchical Russia. The responsibility for the revolution lies with them. Like the ruling class. (To ward off the reproach of class antipathies, I will say: my ancestor is mentioned in the Nikon Chronicle for 1424.)
No emperor - no power
Slavery corrupts both slaves and slave owners. The nation is deteriorating. The country is being destroyed on both sides. What the people did, we know. And where did the nobles look? After all, sparks were already flying. The atmosphere of Russia was electrified by a premonition of catastrophe. Alas. Nobody noticed. The ruling classes did not think or tried not to think, confident that in the last resort the Cossacks would come and disperse the rebellious cattle, as in 1905.
After all, they read Pushkin! That our people are kind, they will pull a cat out of a burning house, risking themselves. And then the landowner in the same house burns, laughing evilly. Read ... However, it seems that no one understood anything. Didn't want to understand.
Here is a group of people who were obliged, could not but realize the grave responsibility that lay on their shoulders. This is the chief of staff of the Headquarters of the Supreme Commander-in-Chief, the commanders of the fronts of the First World War. Already they, the military, could not but understand that during the hostilities the emperor and the Supreme Commander-in-Chief are not overthrown. They would have to nip in the bud any, even the weakest attempt.
And what did the commanders of the fronts, headed by the chief of staff, do? All of them (in response to a “request” from the headquarters) sent telegrams demanding the abdication of Nicholas II from the throne: Grand Duke Nikolai Romanov (Caucasian Front), General Brusilov (South Western Front), General Evert (Western Front), General Sakharov (Romanian Front), General Ruzsky (Northern Front), Admiral Nepenin (Baltic Fleet), Admiral Kolchak (Black Sea Fleet), General Alekseev - Chief of Staff of the Headquarters of the Supreme Commander.
It was they who, in fact, overthrew the emperor.
And in those terrible days for the country, Nicholas II noted in his diaries how he ate well and took a walk: “The weather was mild, gray ... I immediately got a bad cold ... I looked at a collection of drawings and photographs ... I read, got bored and rested; I didn’t go out because of a cough… I played dominoes in the evening.”
He played dominoes on the evening of February 26, and the revolution began on February 27-28. On March 2, Emperor Nicholas abdicated in favor of his brother, Grand Duke Mikhail Alexandrovich. “A delay in swearing in the troops will lead to disaster,” General Alekseev noted at the time. She happened. The troops had already begun to take the oath to the new emperor, and then the news broke out: Michael refused to accept power. There is no emperor. There is no power. Someone to swear. The final collapse of the army occurred precisely after the abdication of Michael, who turned the oath ceremony into a farce on an all-front scale. It is easy to imagine the state of millions of armed people, oppressed, angry with rumors of treason at the top and "mess in the country."
Whether Michael was frightened or not, whether he soberly assessed his strength or not, it does not matter. He should have understood that in such a situation it is impossible to leave Russia without power for even a second.
So, I didn't understand.
Both the February and October revolutions can, if desired, be called a coup, the overthrow of power by a narrow group of people. But then there was Civil War. Moreover, the White Army, which fought for the faith, the tsar and the Fatherland, was supported by the countries of the Entente - the countries of the West. This is the allied force the Red Army fought against. And she won. This means that millions and millions followed the Bolsheviks. The past exploded, the latent hatred accumulated over the centuries of slavery and the latent thirst for revenge exploded. There is no other way to explain why the God-bearing people rose up against the masters, smashed the master's estates and destroyed the churches.
Sergei Baimukhametov,
especially for the new
I am not going to talk about what is right, to take revenge or forgive my offenders and enemies, I am a psychologist and I see only the consequences of this or that action, and I think that a free person in his soul should have a choice between revenge and forgiveness. Therefore, it is up to you to decide how you will live, whether you will take revenge or forgive, but I will tell you about how both affect your psyche. The Bible teaches us to forgive, extolling it over the desire to take revenge, but does not say that a person who has forgiven an offense is mentally suppressed, his inner strength leaves him every time he is forced to forgive because of the inability to do something. Many psychologists advise to forgive your enemies, debtors, offenders, thereby relieving a person of a burden on the soul, and this really works, it really becomes easier for a person. But this is not because he did something great by forgiving everyone, no, he just stopped looking for an opportunity to take revenge or get his money back.
A person experiences anxiety not because he was offended, deceived or humiliated, but because he does not see the possibility of getting even for this, and also because his consciousness is nailed to the moment when he felt bad. The sacred fire of revenge, as far as I remember, these words belong to Al Capone, an Italian mafia who understood that to forgive means to die slowly. But the anxiety disappears with the feeling of knowing that your time may come when you make everyone pay you in full. Any mental anxiety can be removed without any forgiveness, you just need to believe in yourself and not put up with defeat. Therefore, I do not support my colleagues, who, it seems to me, are simply looking for a shorter way to help a person. If you approach the issue of forgiveness in this way - forgive and it will become easier for you, then it is better for a person to go not to a psychologist, but to a priest.
Religion is the means that consoles the weak, and the Bible is the only guide for them in life. However, the path of a strong person does not allow forgiveness in any way, because the strength of a person depends primarily on the strength of his spirit, which is simply impossible when you are constantly losing ground. An elementary example: if you were beaten, and you forgave the offenders for it, you will bypass the place where it happened and be afraid of everyone who tries to beat you. And this is because you do not know how to be in such a situation, you did not take revenge, which means you do not know what to do in such a situation. In addition, do not forget the main thing, the person who fucked you with impunity will definitely do it again, and will do it as long as you allow him to. This is the law of nature, there are no moral and moral aspects, this is our psychology.
Revenge is what allows you to take from someone who owes you, you just do it and that's it, you should not have any personal addictions, you return to yourself that inner strength and confidence that you were once deprived of. The main thing here is not to lose your head, revenge is a dish that is served cold on the table, I quote all the same mafiosi. No matter when and where you take revenge, if you are determined to do it, you will find an opportunity for revenge. Perhaps this will not give you anything, perhaps you will not return what you have lost, but you will regain self-confidence, you will do justice, you will not regret what you did not do, because it is completely pointless to regret what has been done. And in the end, you will die a strong person, even if you did not take revenge, but did not reconcile and did not forgive, you are a strong person. And whether it’s right or not, it’s not for us people to judge, nature created us like that, we just need to correctly understand our essence, and not be guided by the arguments of others, people like us. I don't know how to do the right thing, I'm just talking from the point of view of a person who analyzes the behavior and nature of the human individual.
I have forgiven and avenged in my life, and I do not regret anything. I act as I see fit to act, as I am an adult, aware of my actions and ready to take responsibility for them. I advise you to adhere to the same position. The main thing is not to forgive just because you can not take revenge. And if you do not want to forgive, but you are not going to take revenge, then you, dear friend, are killing yourself, you are own hand you sign your own impotence, you take a position weak man and it will haunt you for the rest of your life. Revenge shouldn't be taken for granted physical phenomenon, this is a pumping of the psyche, this is a state of mind and soul. A person who has done evil towards you has taken your power given to you by nature, and possibly by God, and you have the right to return it back. I know how a person who has forgiven feels, and one who has the hope of revenge. The latter has much more vitality than the one who has resigned himself. Therefore, friends, draw conclusions, if you have big plans for life, you simply cannot afford such a luxury as forgiveness.
