This happened in the summer of 1995 in Lipetsk. Since, by the nature of my profession, I come across many things that an ordinary person does not even suspect, I am used to everything. If something out of the ordinary happens, I just try to find an explanation for it. But what happened that summer was beyond what I have ever heard and read about. Again, if you're reading about something in science fiction novels or even historical sources, that's one thing. And when something transcendental happens to you, it is perceived in a completely different way.
Came to me … me.
I began to frantically remember that, it seems, Prince Vyazemsky saw himself at his writing table in his own apartment in Petersburg. It was in the 19th century. After reading what was written by the double, the prince fainted. Then, they say, he took this note and this secret with him to the grave …
No, I perceived the environment absolutely adequately. Since I am a psychiatrist by training and specialized in psychotherapy, I first checked to see if the alien was my hallucination.
He was real! From flesh and blood (blood could be seen under a microscope and all analyzes could be done). Besides, I was not the only one who saw him. When he made sure that I wasn't crazy, he asked me for help. I could not deny myself …
He told me who he was and how I ended up. The story is too far-fetched to be true. So now I almost mistook him for a psycho, incredibly similar to me … But what he was telling was not like nonsense. Moreover, he showed me a book called "World History" and was published in … 2007 in New York in Russian.
During the night I read this … textbook for universities. I have no doubts that this man was telling the truth. I reproduce briefly the story of my double.
“As you know from the book, in 1917 the October Revolution was victorious here, just like you did. Don't be surprised that I know your story. I have spent more than one day in your libraries. So, up to a certain time, our history developed in the same way as yours. Moreover, at first I thought that this world of yours is not yours, but mine. The fact is that you can't explain it right away … I'll try to explain everything to you, although I'll have to explain it from the very beginning."
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At this time, we sat in a pub and drank beer. There was a dictaphone on the table, and I wrote down everything he said to me. Therefore, now I am citing this entry almost literally with small abbreviations. My doppelganger took a long sip of beer and said:
“So, until about the early thirties, our story was an exact copy of your story. I mean the history of my world. Yes, imagine, I came from another world …"
Here, to be honest, my nerves could not stand it. I turned off the recorder and went out to get some air in order to somehow digest what I heard. No matter what they say, this is not how I imagined the aliens. Fifteen minutes later I came to my senses. I managed to pull myself together, and I decided to listen to his story to the end. He looked at me skeptically and said:
“Don't be so twitchy … I understand that what I say will be incredible for you. But the fact is that this is true. So, in our world, the Soviet Union in 1931 began a massive expansion, which ultimately ended in 1945 with the victory of the World Socialist Revolution. Thus, all power in the world passed to the Comintern. There was only one country left on Earth - the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, which was building communism. Joseph Stalin died on March 5, 1953. At the World Congress of the Comintern, George Kalakhan was elected General Secretary of the party.
And then it started … You can't describe it in a nutshell. The essence of his reforms was reduced to two postulates. The first. Everything that is produced, mined and sold belongs to the state. Second. The profit is then shared among everyone. Seems like nothing bad, right? But the fact is that the state has taken on too much and failed to cope with all this. Everyone wanted to do nothing, but get the maximum. Do you understand? Slowly but surely, the economy began to decline. Too many disaffected and parasites have appeared. The working day was first reduced to six, then to four hours a day.
The shortage of everything was such that at first the money was canceled, since nothing could be bought with it. And then a coupon-coupon system was introduced, according to which all goods were distributed. Propaganda trumpeted that communism had arrived. Maybe it was so, but there was simply nothing to eat. Hunger set in. Food riots began to arise spontaneously here and there. The people demanded freedom, money, a new government and food. And then a period began, which our propaganda called "cleansing the ranks." The dissatisfied were declared, as under Stalin, enemies of the people and without trial and investigation began to put in the re-education camps of the working people. It was easy to get there. It is impossible to get out of there. No, nobody was killed, tortured, or raped there. There they were simply forced to work sixteen hours a day. Seven days a week.
… Thirty years later, about a third of the population remained at large, which was afraid of everything and was absolutely loyal to the government. Two-thirds of the population was in camps and deprived of all rights. They were fed, clothed, and even allowed to have children, but they lived in prison. The third of the population that remained at large only nominally enjoyed the so-called freedom. All of us, in fact, were hostages of the situation, since the prospect of getting into the camps did not appeal to anyone.
Officially, of course, communism has triumphed all over the world. But in fact, we were all slaves to the marrow of our bones. This is how we lived. Latent dissatisfaction with the regime was very strong among the people, but everyone was afraid to talk about it. At this time, of course, there were no wars. And science has developed by leaps and bounds. We have come close to the idea of creating a time machine. And then they made and tested it. But we were in no hurry to report to the government. The intelligentsia has always lived its own isolated life … And in our midst the idea arose to try with the help of a time machine to change something in the existing world.
We thought for a long time, decided what to do and how. Then we settled on this option. Since our apparatus was experienced and not documented anywhere, I had to travel on it to the past and prevent - no more, no less - the birth of our General Secretary. With the current level of birth control and with my medical degree, this was not difficult for me to accomplish. Of course, I had to commit misconduct and put someone to sleep … But what needed to be done, I did. As a result, about a dozen scoundrels were not born.
It seemed to me that the world would only become cleaner and better from this. But I was wrong. Just think how wrong I was! No, I did everything as we planned … But, going back, I over and over again ended up not in my world, but in yours. Every now and again. Until I ran out of energy. Now was my last try. And that energy was enough for me only until this year. Apparently, what I did influenced the entire course of world history. And I'm not at all sure if it's for the better. My world just ceased to exist …
Your world has arisen instead of my world. With these endless wars of yours all over the world. With the collapse of the socialist system. With the rise of capitalism. With the same inequality and oppression of some by others. Essentially, everything is the same. Only in a different shell. I am in deep despair. I don't have your documents, money, work. Moreover, I know that the apparatus on which I arrived at you must be destroyed in order to avoid even greater evil. I need help with all this. Besides you, I have no one to turn to …"
We finished our beer. I did everything I could for what he asked me to do. Although, by and large, I still regret it. A man, like two peas in a pod, similar to me, who came from a world that no longer exists, left in an unknown direction. I never saw him again.
V. Tormyshev, Lipetsk