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  41. So, basically the page at 21:45 is a page from her personal archive, an occurrence as written down by her husband. It states the following: "It was the beginning of June, 1990. I was just back in my office after me and my colleagues went to drink coffee in the shop in the park in front of the National Theater, when my desk telephone rang. It was 10 in the morning when I picked up and I heard the voice of my wife, Eli, which asked me if I've just come in. Yes, why? - I replied. She said she was looking for me a couple of times and after that she "saw" how and with whom I'm at the coffee place. I smiled and said - What do you mean you saw me... She said I was sitting with my male and female colleagues and described to me who (by name) sat where around me. I was starting to get interested and got a bit angry at the same time. I've decided to check if it is even possible that she saw me and asked a provoking question: - Ok. Describe me the room I'm in and what I'm doing right now. And she began - How many desks there are, how many chairs, radio, television set and so on. I was smirking and waiting for her to make a mistake so I can laugh out loud. But when she finished describing the room and its contents for which I've never told her about at home, because my job is a secret, maybe I forgot to mention that I work in MoD (Ministry of Defense), and began to describe in what pose I'm sitting with feet up on the desk with a cigarette in my right hand and the telephone speaker in the other. I'd instinctively put down my feet, stand up and could only say: - Dear, let's continue the conversation about your abilities, when I get home. My wife told me that something's happening with my pencil or pen, they come to life in her hands and begin to move without her knowing what would they write in the following moment. Truthfully speaking, at first this didn't have any significance to me. Since she was in a maternity leave for a second year and was bit nervous from the constant sitting at home and taking care of our children. When she told me the pen is moving by itself in her hand I smiled and told her no to be afraid and let it to see what's going to happen, thinking to myself "She has this stuck in her mind because she's bored, I'll let her have this one, since she's at home all day, alone with the kids" .But after she described the contents of my office; my colleagues and myself, I was getting a bit scared. So she could, at any time, see where am I, and my self-confidence as a man and independence were scared. That was the first time when I began to believe that you can't play around with things like this. From the memoirs of Iliya Loginov (source: private archive of E. Loginova)"
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