Still remains unsolved mystery library of Ivan IV the terrible, also known as Liberia. Sparkle versions, where you can keep an invaluable book. Some even declares that Liberia allegedly already was once someone found. I want to offer my story. Maybe it will shed light on the whereabouts of the mysterious library?

Remember all

Still no one knows where did invaluable book

For starters about themselves. The thing is that I have some extraordinary abilities. For example, I remember when he was born. Exactly remember! First the first left (to get a lump in my throat), then - first breath. It is difficult to describe with words. Millions of bubbles with a Bang filled my lungs, and something cold painful-burning into me. Then first cry, the second, and more, more, more. It hurts, this is cool, it is a new life!

I remember "ate mom". As hated it when I swaddled: he tossed and turned and couldn't sleep until I pull up to her breast. I remember my first tooth. The pain was cutting teeth, and I chewed own fingers, pacifier, toys.
I remember learning to crawl, walk, talk.
When I was ten years old, I once asked my mother:

"And what, my sister at birth has died?

Honestly, I didn't expect honest answers. Mom turned white.

"Who told you? How did you know? And not dead it is just forty minutes was in a coma: the umbilical cord around her neck was wound and strangled. But this is no one knew!

- Calm down, I just remember it.

It would be better if I didn't say that. My good, all forgiving mommy so looked at me that I lost any desire to ask any more questions.

- But you can't remember! The same can not be!

And so always, and not only the mother. Everyone I reminisced, shouted: the same can not be! This already now, in our time, information and publicity, I know that's not the only one that has the same - people who can remember from the first day of birth.

The librarian and the king

In a dream the boy saw himself as the Royal librarian

Now about Liberia. Now I am 47 years old, but I will never forget one strange beyond its reasonable explanation of the dream. Or rather there are three of them, and all pretty much the same, as twins. Dreamed I was five, seven and seventeen years. Despite the fact that since the last time it was 30 years old, I remember like it was yesterday.
I grew up in the South of Ukraine, but my mother's brother, uncle Vanya lived near Kazan, and we repeatedly came to visit him. This is where me and visited these strange visions. Just want to note: neither of which Ivan IV five years I did not know, as they say, neither hearing nor spirit. This is, actually, itself a dream.

First, in the dream, I felt absolutely adult 25-30 years (for the five-year boys AU-go-go!). Secondly, I was a real "book worm", a librarian, almost no door to the light of God. All the time spent in the library for books. Third, I knew all languages, even dead, and knew how to write cuneiform script, and the script, and the characters ... And most importantly: I could read any scroll, parchment, papyrus or clay tablet in the library. The library was not mine - sovereign.
And here run to me breathless the servant and said:

"Come. You Myself calling!

Get out in the yard, squint at the sun light. The yard is very large. Cross it and enter whether in Church, or in a large mansion. There after sunlight just pitch darkness. See, just lit some candles or oil lamps.
In the centre there is somebody in the black cassock with draped over the head with hood, face is not seen. He speaks quietly, but powerfully, so that to disobey or ignore anything even think impossible. Says:

- The old witch had told me impending death. If so, the priests shall burn literacy. Nothing will leave. This cannot be allowed. Get ready, go to the Kama. You know where. Keep it, not us, so future genera.

And at least he is in some old stale and are pretty worn robes, but holds in his hand an unprecedented rates staff: all in stones and gold. And the hand of all studded with precious rings. With the other hand for a moment, opened the robe on the floor, and under it... all sewn with gold and pearl beads clothes. Takes some leather scroll with coats of arms and tied with a ribbon:

- A diploma. Take in the Treasury, money and food. All working people and archers in your will and will do it as mine, and then, as if to himself: " If witches lied, burn the damned! And give you the news. All go.

The path to Kama

The man was old tore his robes, from under which shone sewn with gold clothing

Then there was vanity. We had all put into the boxes, cover well, Yes better to do tar mats that over the chests put, not wet. On top for the loyalty and even hides put. And late at night a big baggage carts without torches gardens, vegetable gardens left town.

The weather was chilly, all fine drizzling rain, mud, sleet.
Rode a week or so. Then on the planes on the Volga. In Kazan is not going down, were party to the other shore. And at the confluence of the Kama and the Volga almost died: rapids terrible, whirlpools, squally wind. On the shore of people and horses pulled the ropes planes, not sparing himself. I had one thought: how not to flood planes with books. Cost has done something like this, and glory to God.

Then, quietly, floated on the Kama day or two. Landed on the high steep Bank and another week or so lived on planes and in tents, while working leveled, strengthen, extend and generally has profoundly altered the old secret Prokop. He was a very deep and long - 250-300 meters, with branches and cunning traps. At the far end, laid out by a stone room somewhere 3x3 meters with an arch and put bound oak door. The whole room from the floor to the ceiling made chests with books, scrolls and clay tablets. Only in the corner stood a small couch and a table, and left a very small passage to the door.

In another passage equipped pantry: they put candles in boxes and jars with oil for lamps. Then all workers took archers. And I knew that they have no future: neither the workers nor the Riflemen. I knew it and didn't regret it: was justified by the need to keep the secret of the library. Whatever it was - to keep the secret!
The food I was given a true and faithful servant and helper. Once I saved him from death and was redeemed from slavery. He called my Savior and benefactor. I treated him not as a servant, but as a faithful friend and trusted him blindly. I didn't know how many days, weeks, months. Only remembered that our hasty departure was late in the autumn. I did not go on the air, sat in his stone den, reading some books, though, and so knew what each, and where this or that book or tablet. And in the little room, and Prokop I was guided freely, even without light, like a cat in the dark, knew every turn, each step.
I remember the day when I for the first time stepped into the light of God.

The light is very bright sun, lay melted snow, and there was a struggle green grass. The mood was some joy peaceful: peace and grace. Soon was to return my assistant with products and news about how and what is happening in the world. But for some reason it was delayed. I do so it back in the cupboard.

To save at any cost

I sat and pondered one long tormented me with a little problem as me suddenly as if pulled in reality some very disturbing hum of many voices.
They approached the entrance to the Prokop.
The hearing of the people, for a long time isolated in silence, very acute, not worse than a dog. The hum grew closer, already could read: "Dead! Died king! Burn the demons of the Scripture! Burn! All in fire!" And the loudest voice was my faithful assistant, "devotional" comrade. The trouble!

Without a second thought, I ran from the room, threw on the floor of an oil lamp, and, closing on the go door, ran down the Prokop. One thought: "if Only to catch!" Ran and believed support, knowing that one is special: it top notch, and if it is to knock, it will collapse the entire bottom of stairs. And the voices were coming closer and closer, it was clear that people already in Prokop on the top tier. "Only if in time! Not here to start! Impossible!" And here is the support! I tried to beat her, but she is there, or here. I panicked and rushed her whole body, exhausted... And hop! She fell. And with it I came down the great mass of stones and earth. All.

Can you imagine how he felt and what he thought little five-year, waking up after such a dream?! And though it is incomplete, so to say, an abbreviated version of the dream, but now this is not important. As I said, many are trying to track down a mysterious library of Ivan the terrible. Most often it is wanted in Moscow and its nearest neighborhood. But, it may be wise to change the direction of search and look, for example, somewhere on Kama?
Perhaps, books are still kept in littered with stones and soil, a small room, where the body lies in saving their unknown librarian...