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Posted by lahar9jhadav on August 30, 2006


“Four hours had passed since Soloviev had gone.

Suddenly one of us noticed a man lying several hundred paces away, and when we came up we recognized Soloviev, who was already dead. His neck had been bitten half through. All of us were overwhelmed with heart-rending grief, for we had all loved this exceptionally good man.

Making a litter of our guns, we carried Soloviev’s body back to the camp. The same day, headed by Skridlov, who performed the duty of priest, we buried Soloviev with great solemnity in the heart of the desert, and immediately left that for us accursed place.

Peace to thy soul, honest and ever loyal friend of all friends!”

G.I. Gurdjieff. Meetings With Remarkable Men


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