A few months have passed (by Earth clock), but if someone had asked Esprit, he would have hesitantly said that it was three or four weeks.

In this short time, dramatic changes have taken place in Houris.

Esprit looked at “his girls” with love and pride.

From slaves who were beaten down and harassed by all sorts of Sharia laws, they became brave and free-thinking women.

From the “sex minions” of all the “righteous” to proud individuals who value their dignity and freedom.

They bravely ARGUED with the “master and teacher”, defending their point of view.

It was often incorrect and could not withstand serious logical analysis, but Esprit was happy about it like a child! After all, these were THEIR thoughts! Their own! Unlearned and not hammered into their heads from the beginning!

Even when they argued with Esprit, they adored him and were glad when, so far very rarely, the “master” nevertheless recognized their rightness. (Note that Esprit deliberately exaggerated their “rightness” in order to strengthen the Houris in their faith in their mental abilities.)

He recalled with emotion how the other day, one houri, who for some reason showed a special interest in his stories about “flying carpets”, however, used on earth, and therefore “not very similar” to carpets, came up to him and, shyly, said.

Oh, Master and Teacher, I must have some a headache.

Are you saying, dear Lydia, that you have a headache? Esprit asked and reached into the medicine box that the servant had delivered to him.

No, Sir,” Lydia replied, even more confused.

I don’t have a headache, but something began to appear in it, I do not know what to call it, that no one told me, not even you, oh, Lord!

Lydia,” Esprit exclaimed joyfully, “are you really trying to tell me that you have YOUR OWN THOUGHTS and ideas that no one has ever told you or read anywhere?

Yes, Sir! Lydia replied, blushing.

And it scares and worries me very much. Maybe I should take a course of psychotherapy with Alyona, she is our specialist in medicine?

Lydia, my dear, it’s wonderful! Let me kiss you on the cheek for that. Don’t be afraid and don’t be ashamed: You don’t need to go anywhere for psychotherapy!

YOU’VE ALREADY STARTED thinking on your own and coming up with things that don’t exist, or at least are unknown to you!

Esprit kissed Lydia on the cheek with feeling, which caused her to blush even more and tears ran down her beautiful cheeks.

(At the same time, Esprit thought: How strange! The taste of these tears is just like that of earthly women, slightly salty! “When a woman can no longer laugh,” he recalled Stendhal’s words, “she cries.”)

Yes, Sir, but we were taught that EVERYTHING is already written in the Quran, and what is NOT in the Quran is heresy and sin!

The Quran,” Esprit explained affectionately, “is, of course, a very clever book. But it’s just a book, and one book at that!

You’ve already read a lot of different books, right?

How can EVERYTHING be described in ONE book? It’s unreal. There is no such book.

And you have 14 billion nerve cells in your brain, neurons, remember, I explained this to you at the very beginning! And each one has from two thousand to two hundred thousand synapse contacts with other neurons. I remember you demonstrated a good knowledge of mathematics. So can you tell me how many possible combinations of these compounds there can be?

I do not know for sure,” Lydia replied confidently, “but there are definitely more than atoms in the universe!

That’s right,” Esprit exclaimed! And now look at the Quran..

It’s a good book, it has a lot of pages, but can it accommodate all the combinations just listed? No! It’s just not possible.

Therefore, there is no sin in your thoughts! On the contrary!

You started using SUCH connections of neurons in your charming head, which could not have appeared before!!!

That’s great!

Now tell me, what kind of thoughts did you have?

Oh, sir,” Lydia began, “I’ve watched in videos more than once how airplanes take off and land, such big fish-like creatures that look like birds. And sometimes, as you told us, several hundred people fly in them.

There are even 400 passengers in the Boeing 747 Jumbo. And the plane itself weighs hundreds of tons.

Then I looked at the ground, because I thought that maybe in the movies I see one thing, but in reality everything is different!

(Esprit looked admiringly at Lydia, who was talking. Well done, girl,” he thought, “she’s already thinking not only in an orderly way, but also critically! Compares movies and reality!)

But it was the same on earth,” Lydia continued, “when an airplane lands, the moment its wheels touch the concrete of the runway, a cloud of smoke escapes from under them! It’s like something’s on fire.

And what’s burning there?” asked Esprit, delirious with ecstasy.

The tires of the wheels are on fire! Lydia replied firmly.

Then I read in the specialized literature and found out that 70% of all aircraft accidents on the ground occur during landing! And I asked myself, are these two facts connected – the smoke from under the wheels and the number of accidents?

And she replied: YES!

During landing, the powerful landing gear of the aircraft very often breaks down. The structure “gets tired” of frequent impacts, because at the moment of contact, the aircraft receives a powerful blow from the nose to the tail, as if twisting the landing gear out of its socket. This blow breaks the chassis in the end!

And this impact occurs due to the fact that the wheels of the aircraft, weighing hundreds of kilograms, do not have time to start rotating at a sufficient speed at the first moment of contact with the runway! They just rub against the concrete, wear off and burn out before they can spin up to the appropriate speed.

After all, the plane lands at a speed of 250-300 km per hour!

And so I had an idea,” Lydia continued enthusiastically.

Spin the wheels in the right direction already in the air, before landing!

But that requires additional motors,” Esprit put in cautiously. And they’re pretty heavy, too… And powered by airplane batteries. It turns out the weight of the whole machine ……

But it’s not,” Lydia exclaimed joyfully.

No motors!

The aircraft releases the landing gear ten to fifteen minutes BEFORE landing.

Let’s say we put small special wings on the tires, on the side, on both sides, like those of turbines. Just smaller, much smaller, and once again, on the side of the tire.

These wingtips, appropriately oriented, will spin all the wheels and, during the time before landing, the wheels will have a sufficient rotational speed corresponding to the landing speed of the aircraft. Then there will simply be no impact, friction, or tire combustion.

The tires will last longer.

The chassis will not break!

Operational and other expenses will be reduced and, most importantly, we will save the lives of passengers! – Lydia concluded triumphantly.

Lydia, my clever girl,” Esprit said with feeling, “let me kiss you again, on the other cheek!”

But if you, not an aviation engineer, have come up with such a brilliantly simple idea, why on earth, in a hundred years of aviation, no one has thought of this.

I’m sure,” Lydia laughed cynically, “that they thought of it!

And understand, oh, Teacher! You yourself told us that any kind of human activity does NOT arise IN order to willingly improve the lives of other people!

But to make a PROFIT, parasitizing on the inability of most people: to bake bread, make cars, the inability of people to run like cheetahs, the inability to fly like birds.

Can’t you, can’t you? PAY the money!

But who is interested in accidents and burning tires? Esprit asked thoughtfully, amazed at the foresight of “his girl–

The ones who should have prevented this are the tire companies!!!

After all, they should slightly change the matrices and poissons in which these tires are cast. But for them it’s a loss! And for the reconstruction of equipment, and, most importantly, losses from the non-sale of a sufficient number of tires! It’s MORE PROFITABLE to produce old and dangerous ones,” Lydia replied with a cynical smile.

2013