Who am I

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Ruslan Shamanov

  • Ready for extreme situations.
  • I passed training for the rescuer of the Ministry of Emergency Situations
  • Haves experience of participation in hostilities
  • Excellent driving skills for motorcycles, cars
  • IT – I quickly learn new devices, programs
  • Quadrocopters – tuning, control
  • I study practices and knowledge on health and longevity
  • Shaman

My plans for the future life

As my grandfather often told me, “Become a Man.” So I’m learning to become a Man by the end of my life.

Work as a lifeguard in volunteer and volunteer rescue teams.
Helps those in trouble. If necessary – departures on the territory of hostilities.
 I’m there are a lot of help experience in different situations. Without a first-aid kit and a set of first aid I do not go out even to the nearest store. I follow the rule: “A first-aid kit and a kit do not weigh much. And if something happens, they can help in saving people.”
Mountaineering.
Motorcycles.
 I love motorcycles very much. I ride to them since childhood. I fell, I got into accidents, but I still continue to love motorcycles and drive on.
Travels
 Interesting places and people. I am not interested in ordinary tourism “to come and relax on the seashore.” It is interesting to learn new places, communicate and help people living there.
Help Motherland
 I adopt interesting experience and knowledge from traveling and working in other countries and transfer it to my native land for relatives, friends and all those interested.
Shamanism and Vedovstvo
 Shaman. To know. To study. To convey it for the benefit of people.

Favorite poem

Redyard Kipling “Commandment”

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

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