A RassKuzik about the secrets of meditation

In the film "Peculiarities of the National Fishing" there's this episode: night, gamekeeper "Кузьмич" is meditating, sitting on the riverbank, and over all this tranquillity "hangs the huge eye of the moon". I proposed the following bit to Aleksandr Rogozhkin: "Кузьмич" doesn't just sit in the lotus position, but smoothly rotates on the spot, having reached the heights of mastery, "a proper guru". Sasha "sent me off to Spielberg". I didn't go to Spielberg and kept insisting on the presence of mysticism in this episode. Sasha grew tired of fighting me, said: "You want to rotate — then rotate. But there's no money in the budget for it. Nobody's going to rig you up on wires!" I said: "Fine! I bet you that, sitting in the lotus position, I'll spin three times around my own axis and return to the original point of moon-gazing?" "You're on!" — Sasha gave in to temptation, and we shook on it. All night before the shoot I trained. No, of course, I'm no guru, and I hadn't reached the heights of mastery like "Кузьмич". But I'd lugged a hefty gymnastic disc out on location. Remember, in Soviet times they were sold in sports shops. You stand on it, and you can rotate or, holding onto a support, do squats and "work on your waist". Remember them? That's the kind of disc I'd brought to the set. Imagine how galling it would have been to haul it all the way home without ever using it. Let's return to my nocturnal training. After several attempts, I managed it all! "The bet is won!" I thought, "And I'll thumb my nose at Spielberg too — he'd hardly have thought to lug a disc onto the set that had been gathering dust under the bed for about 4 years beforehand. Why, over there in his America they don't even have discs like that!" Just as I was about to turn in for the night, it dawned on me: "I trained without a cloak, and it might get in my way, slow down my movements! Spielberg would have thought of everything," I thought, and carried on training. I leapt out of bed, threw a blanket and a bedspread over my shoulders, and began to rotate. Meanwhile the clock struck 2 in the morning, and with a fit of laughter I flopped down to sleep. How I laughed!!! Imagine if someone had peeked into my room… Two in the morning, Bychkov in his underpants, wrapped in a bedspread, rotating as he sits on the floor. The next day I was fully armed. During the shoot I spun round three times and returned perfectly to the starting point. Such is the power of meditation. P.S.: So Rogozhkin lost the bet, and the huge moon was later "drawn" on the computer…