OLEN TAAS TÄÄLLÄ

For more than two weeks the visitor lived amid a round of evening parties and dinners; wherefore he spent (as the saying goes) a very pleasant time. Finally he decided to extend his visits beyond the urban boundaries by going and calling upon landowners Manilov and Sobakevitch, seeing that he had promised on his honour to do so. Yet what really incited him to this may have been a more essential cause, a matter of greater gravity, a purpose which stood nearer to his heart, than the motive which I have just given; and of that purpose the reader will learn if only he will have the patience to read this prefatory narrative (which, lengthy though it be, may yet develop and expand in proportion as we approach the denouement with which the present work is destined to be crowned).

One evening, therefore, Selifan the coachman received orders to have the horses harnessed in good time next morning; while Petrushka received orders to remain behind, for the purpose of looking after the portmanteau and the room. In passing, the reader may care to become more fully acquainted with the two serving-men of whom I have spoken. Naturally, they were not persons of much note, but merely what folk call characters of secondary, or even of tertiary, importance. Yet, despite the fact that the springs and the thread of this romance will not DEPEND upon them, but only touch upon them, and occasionally include them, the author has a passion for circumstantiality, and, like the average Russian, such a desire for accuracy as even a German could not rival. To what the reader already knows concerning the personages in hand it is therefore necessary to add that Petrushka usually wore a cast-off brown jacket of a size too large for him, as also that he had (according to the custom of individuals of his calling) a pair of thick lips and a very prominent nose. In temperament he was taciturn rather than loquacious, and he cherished a yearning for self-education. That is to say, he loved to read books, even though their contents came alike to him whether they were books of heroic adventure or mere grammars or liturgical compendia. As I say, he perused every book with an equal amount of attention, and, had he been offered a work on chemistry, would have accepted that also. Not the words which he read, but the mere solace derived from the act of reading, was what especially pleased his mind; even though at any moment there might launch itself from the page some devil-sent word whereof he could make neither head nor tail. For the most part, his task of reading was performed in a recumbent position in the anteroom; which circumstance ended by causing his mattress to become as ragged and as thin as a wafer. In addition to his love of poring over books, he could boast of two habits which constituted two other essential features of his character—namely, a habit of retiring to rest in his clothes (that is to say, in the brown jacket above-mentioned) and a habit of everywhere bearing with him his own peculiar atmosphere, his own peculiar smell—a smell which filled any lodging with such subtlety that he needed but to make up his bed anywhere, even in a room hitherto untenanted, and to drag thither his greatcoat and other impedimenta, for that room at once to assume an air of having been lived in during the past ten years. Nevertheless, though a fastidious, and even an irritable, man, Chichikov would merely frown when his nose caught this smell amid the freshness of the morning, and exclaim with a toss of his head: "The devil only knows what is up with you! Surely you sweat a good deal, do you not? The best thing you can do is to go and take a bath." To this Petrushka would make no reply, but, approaching, brush in hand, the spot where his master's coat would be pendent, or starting to arrange one and another article in order, would strive to seem wholly immersed in his work. Yet of what was he thinking as he remained thus silent? Perhaps he was saying to himself: "My master is a good fellow, but for him to keep on saying the same thing forty times over is a little wearisome." Only God knows and sees all things; wherefore for a mere human being to know what is in the mind of a servant while his master is scolding him is wholly impossible. However, no more need be said about Petrushka. On the other hand, Coachman Selifan—
Gogolin Petrushka on kuuluisa siitä, että hän luki kaiken minkä sai käsiinsä, muttei ymmärtänyt lukemansa sisältöä.

hAARP skalaariaseen käyttö on jo aloitettu siviilejä vastaan ja tätä radi/elektromagneettista säteilyä lähetetään asuntoihin smartmeter järjestelmän kautta. Eli asunnossa voi saada ihan sädehoitoa. Eli jos asuntosi tuntuu mikroaaltouunilta niin pitäisikö siinä vaiheessa kääntyä taloyhtiön puoleen? Kun itse pääpirut piileskelevät Yhdysvalloissa ja pitkin maailmaa pyramidin huipulla. Nyt on todellakin väestön harvennus alkanut ja skalaariaseita käytetään viimeiseen asti jotta uusi maailmanjärjestys saataisiin toteutumaan aikataulullaan. Tässä on kyse aivan puhtaasti ydinholocaustista.

Tämä huoneistojen säteilytys toimii sillä tavalla, että HAARP:sta lähtee sateelliitin kautta elektromagneettinen säde talon HAARP-vastaanottimeen, mitä kautta se voidaan sitten suunnata mihin tahansa asuinhuoneistoon.

Lisäksi smartmeter laitteella pystytään kalibroimaan esim. asunnon sähköverkon voimakkuutta, että minkälaiset säteilykertymät niistä tulee. Voi vain kuvitella minkälaiset säteilymäärät tulee siitä jos sädehoitoa saavassa asunnossa vielä HAARP sädettämisen lisäksi käytetään kännykkää ja 3G-modeemia.

http://www.scientificamerican.com/article.cfm?id=mind-control-by-cell

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=O66TlfhNc7Q

Anttiko se siinä rallattaa?