Sometimes mysterious events happen in people's lives, which a person cannot give an explanation for. Many try to forget them, erase them from memory - it’s safer to live this way. But they all the same emerge, stirring up consciousness and demanding to find answers
There is an official science that investigates all kinds of mysterious phenomena associated with time and space. The well-known "Philadelphia Experiment" is still well-known, but it cannot be fully explained by science. The Bermuda Triangle is a place of strange disasters, also on the lists of mysterious phenomena.
There are situations that are simpler, not on such a grand scale. I would like to cite several episodes from the life of my friend Sergei Ivanovich. You can treat them like a fairy tale, or you can take it for phenomena that have not yet been studied by scientists.
Episode one
As usual, Sergei Ivanovich and I did the exercises on the school playground. It was mid-autumn, a cool, early morning. Silence. Fog. This is rare in our area. When we finished studying, the sun rose, the fog became transparent, but did not disappear. It was amazingly nice. I didn't want to go home. Then Sergei Ivanovich remarked:
- I'm afraid of these mists.
- This is the first time I meet a person who is afraid of fog. Why suddenly?
- Mists, especially such quiet ones, hide all sorts of secrets.
- Secrets?
- Secrets of time. You know that time is fluid?
- Like this?
- Time is a flow, and eddies are possible in any flow. Imagine a river. In the middle is the fastest water, the main stream. Closer to the shore, the current slows down. On some small section of the current there is no current, the water seems to be standing. But in reality, the layers of water move in a vertical direction. There are snags, stones, holes at the bottom of the river. It is in these places that a whirlpool, swirls of the flow occur. Eddy anomalies on the river go downstream, upstream, and ahead of it. There are different situations. So it is with time. It has swirls too. When a person gets into such swirls, he can get stuck there.
- Stuck in time?
- Yes. Imagine this picture. The course of the river quickly carries chips along the surface of the water, some of them are slowly carried to the side, to the shore. At the coast, the current slows down, slows down. Here a chip falls into the whirlpool and swirls in it. The main water has already left, and an unknown force holds the chip in place. Then it throws it back into the stream, and it continues on its way. So it is with a person who is caught in the turbulence of time.
- Did you yourself come up with such a theory?
- No, it was nominated by Academician Ambartsumyan, President of the Armenian Academy of Sciences. But I believe this theory because I have experienced it myself.
- Practice is the criterion of truth ?! - I smiled incredulously. - So, what is your practice?
- Once I got into a mysterious situation, that's why I know that this is how time behaves.
- Indeed? Tell us, Sergei Ivanovich.
- It was … I remembered, just in 1999. I was returning from Izium on the Izyum-Kramatorsk train. I sit, look out the window - what else to do? We drove up to the station Krasny Liman. A light fog outside the window began to thicken. The train stopped in Liman for about seven minutes and moved on, in the direction of Slavyansk. I remember there were still old cars with wooden doors. I was sitting on the right side of the train trip. Suddenly, instead of concrete buildings, I saw old houses that were here 30 years ago. And the plant has disappeared somewhere? Then the woman, who was sitting on the left side of the car, runs up to my window and asks in surprise: “Yes, where are we going? When did this house stand here? It has been gone for a hundred years already. I looked, and it was true, there was a house covered with reeds, and in the whole village all the houses were under a straw hay. But all the buildings have long been with a slate roof. The village seems to be the same, recognizable,but all the houses look somehow strange, as if in a photograph of the 30s. I think: or did they start the train on a different path? And about that house that the woman pointed to, I can say - I remember it well. Back in 1944, my aunt and I - she was a hospital nurse, a senior lieutenant, and came on short-term leave - we went here with her. Then I also drew attention to this house. So, it was demolished in 1948. And now I see him again. As I understand it, we have moved to another time space, to the past.- we drove here with her. Then I also drew attention to this house. So, it was demolished in 1948. And now I see him again. As I understand it, we have moved to another time space, to the past.- we drove here with her. Then I also drew attention to this house. So, it was demolished in 1948. And now I see him again. As I understand it, we have moved to another time space, to the past.
- The whole train, the whole train?
- Yes, the whole train. He went back in time. And suddenly a strange melancholy attacked everyone, everyone began to doze. It seems that everyone suddenly became indifferent: well, we are going, so we are going, does it matter what terrain.
- Have you noticed how the other passengers behaved?
- Yes, I looked closely at people: everyone noticed that something was wrong, it was just impossible to understand. I look, the fog has penetrated into the carriage, but it is so thick: stretch out your hand - you will not see your palm. Soon the passengers became sleepy. Here the buildings ended, the forest began. I wanted to sleep too. And I thought: I'll take a little nap, until the next platform, and then we'll see. And he fell asleep soundly. I woke up when we drove up to the terminal station, to Kramatorsk. The fog is weak, weak. The train stopped. Passengers go to the platform. And we are already being met with a TV camera and a microphone. Television, press … They also approached me with a microphone. The question seemed stupid to me: where were you supposedly been? I ignored him and went quickly to the bus. The rest of the passengers were asked in detail: what and how.
- Why did the journalists ask you such a question?
- At first, I myself did not understand anything. We got on the train, we got off the train. What is unusual here? We took a nap on the way. And how many slept, who knows. At home, everything turned out by chance. I bought cottage cheese in Izium, and it turned out that it was all sour. It is 2 hours from Izium to us. The wife displeasedly asks: "When did you buy it?" But I bought it right before the train itself, that is, 2-3 hours ago. And then it turned out that 3 or 4 days had passed.
- A day later, my wife read an unusual article in the local newspaper about how people saw from the windows of a commuter train a strange picture, like a view from the past, and discussed it with her cousin. And she suddenly remembered: “Sergey Ivanovich was driving on the same train! And no one really knows where they were. Everyone was asleep. Here is such a case came out with a fog. Then I read in some magazine that there are such anomalies all over the world. But time also throws out other things. I also read that there are situations when a person is suddenly enveloped in darkness, but so thick that one cannot see it. And overtakes in broad daylight. But it passes quickly. A man is walking down the street, and suddenly darkness envelops him. It gradually thickens, thickens, and then part again.
I will tell you one curious case with my friend, Vera Stepanovna. One day she went with a mushroom company. We wandered through the forest with baskets in search of boletus and boletus. Unbeknownst to herself, Vera Stepanovna lagged behind the others. It’s past noon, the people hurried to the train. And suddenly, for no apparent reason, darkness fell on her. Moreover, it happened like this: dark - light, dark - light. I thought: “Yes, what is it? Is the sun hiding somewhere? Or is there something wrong with the eyes? But at some point it seemed to her that she saw the night sky with stars. Apparently imagined. Rejecting this thought, Vera Stepanovna began to look for a way to the station. I got to the railway, calmly got on the train and returned home. And the husband meets at the door: "Where have you been for five days ?!"
To be continued…