Tsvetana Alekhina - Palmist

© Tsvetana Alekhina, 2022

ISBN 978-5-0055-9542-3

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Amir was born and raised in Laos, in the family of a noble doctor. He inherited his gift of reading the fate of people by the soles of his feet from his father as a child. His father taught him everything. With age, this gift gained strength and Amir felt this gift in himself, but unfortunately, he did not know how to use it competently, and he did not really like it. His father is the owner of a dental clinic; he fully devoted himself to his business. His mother has been engaged in home improvement and raising her son since her marriage. Amir’s childhood was joyful and carefree. This joy ended with the advent of the gift of palmistry and when this gift gained its strength, Amir lost his childhood and sense of protection. It seemed to him that he was in danger everywhere. He read people’s destinies without mistakes, and he was already known as a hereditary fortuneteller. Instead of being proud of his gift, Amir felt a sense of fear, and he could not understand what it meant. He never opened up to his father for fear of offending him.

After graduating from high school, Amir entered a medical institute in Moscow, the capital of Russia. A change of scenery and study dispelled his fears, and he thought little about his abilities. Sometimes he resorted to them to earn some money. At the institute, no one knew about his ability to read the fate of people. He was widely known in his homeland thanks to his father, he was well known as a hereditary predictor, and crowds of people turned to him. His father used this gift for its intended purpose and was a sought-after person. People loved him, knew and respected him. In his spare time, Rashid received people from a noble family. Thanks to his gift, he helped many successful businesspersons to conduct business, as well as many families successfully arranged the lives of their children. Rashid expected the same from his only son. But over time, he saw that his expectations did not justify his hopes. Deep down, he believed that Amir would prove himself and one day take his place.

Amir’s mother, first, was a loving wife, and a good mother. She always tried to try on her son and father, but in any position, she took the position of a father. From childhood memories, he recalled how his mother stroked his hair, listened to the problem taking his position, and eventually said, let us do as our father says. Amir always agreed with his father’s will because he loved his parents very much. His childhood was golden, this child was so spoiled that he really had nothing to complain about. This golden childhood did him good, he was very proud of his family, his origin, his gift, which was passed down from generation to generation. Sometimes this gift was given after a generation. Over time, these abilities manifested themselves so well that Amir could so accurately predict the time and date of the event, this ability came to him at the time of admission to the institute.

Life was much easier for Amir in Moscow than at home. This environment had a beneficial effect on him. And despite his religion of Buddhism and the climate in which he grew up, Amir felt like a fish in water. Since the upbringing once invested in him and the atmosphere that prevailed in his family so benefited him that many could envy him. Fellow students and teachers treated him with great respect, and since he was so well mannered that even many teachers greeted him as a colleague. Rashid did not prevent his son from choosing a profession, Amir chose the department of surgery, and he liked it. Rashid did not like this idea of studying in another country, believing that it was too far from home, and his parental instinct had a premonition of bad things. Amir did not want to practice dentistry, justifying this by the fact that you do not have to be a dentist to have your own clinic. It was easy for him to study, he studied well at school, and medical school subjects were given to him without much difficulty. He still has not revealed his gift to anyone, only occasionally he wondered to his well-known fellow students to find out about relationships with people. Amir asked them not to tell anyone about what is happening here. Carefully examining the girl’s foot, he saw much further than she expected. A seemingly smart girl sat and chatted incessantly, telling about some guy who didn’t stay in her life for long.

– I do not understand you. That is exactly what you are telling me. Why don’t you make money from it? Here, in Moscow, you can cut a lot of money on this. Even at our university. I can imagine how many girls would run after you. The guy abruptly interrupted her.

– I am asking you. Do not tell anyone about this. No one should know about this.

– “But why?” Amir himself could not explain the reason. But he was terrified of his gift. Amir was guessing at these two friends only out of friendship with them, and in order not to lose his gift. He understood that someday he would have to use his gift for its intended purpose, and waited for this day.

– You are going to have another boyfriend. You will see this a couple more times. If your friend wants to, then let her come today. I am home today. The friend left offended, quietly closing the door behind her. She was more offended by not wanting to talk than by the prediction. Amir knew about it, but he did not like chatting with girls. He was more of an ascetic. In the group, he was a sociable guy and helped those who did not study well. Everyone loved him.

Remembering his last prediction in his hometown, Amir remembered how wrong he was. He made a mistake by specifying an incorrect date, and this mistake sank so deeply into his soul that sometimes he doubted the accuracy of his predictions. The girl’s mom was so scandalous that she even went to swear at his father, accusing Amir of being a charlatan. Despite their abilities, Amir and his father never took money from people, especially from poor people. Poor people thanked them themselves as best they could; noble people paid generously, and gave gifts. On that day, Amir made a mistake with the date of the wedding, although in fact it was postponed. The bride’s mother screamed so much that Amir felt remorse. Perhaps that is why it was easier for him in Moscow than in Laos in his provincial town. No one here knew him as the son of his respected father. Amir could safely go outside and he did not need to either hide, or guess on his feet, or behave appropriately on the turn, since he is from a noble family. That is what Amir liked about this city, that here he is the way he is, just a person. But as Amir did not hide his gift, it became known sooner or later.

One day he stayed too long in a cafe and his attention focused on one man at the next table. This man was nervously overstressed. He had business problems. Amir was sitting at the table next to the bar and saw how this man was nervous and frantically throwing the phone at the bar. Amir understood that he could help, but he was in no hurry to help, and continued to watch, thinking about the situation, to help or not. Fearing the consequences that would follow from this situation, he thoughtfully looked at the red rims around the eyes of this man. – It would be easier if I could read the lines of fate on my hands, but it is not given to me, I cannot see anything. This is the essence of the hereditary gift, to read only what you see. Amir thought to himself and looked no longer at the man, but at what he imagined, trying to imagine his lines, a blurred picture emerged, and that was it. Through his thoughts, he heard the curses of this handsome man and when he came to himself, he saw him leaving the cafe. Amir quickly paid for the coffee and quickly followed him out. When he went outside, he looked for him with his eyes; the stranger was standing in front of him, with his back to him.