It all started after the death of my husband. Our daughter was raised exclusively by him. At the age of four, he began to teach her arithmetic, and at five he taught her to work with a soldering iron. Instead of dolls, he gave her radio parts and even decorated the New Year tree with them. On weekends, he took his daughter fishing with him and taught Anyuta how to winter fishing. But tragedy struck: under strange circumstances, he drowned.
Around the fortieth day after my husband's death, I began to notice that unusual things began to happen to my daughter. After twelve o'clock, she slowly got out of bed and, stretching out her arms forward, walked around the apartment absolutely noiselessly. Then she went to the window, stood on the windowsill. I had the impression that she was communicating with someone. When I touched her to wake her up and put her back to bed, my soul grew cold: there was not a single gram of weight in it, it was lighter than a feather. From the touch of my hands, she woke up, and I immediately began to feel the weight of her body. This was contrary to all physical laws.
After going to church and talking with the parishioners, I learned: sleepwalkers, so that they stop their night walks, should lay a wet white sheet in front of the bed. I did so. When Anyuta stood on her at night, she instantly woke up and burst into tears. She then said to me: “Mom, why are you stopping me from talking to my father at night? He comes to us with the moonlight and wants to tell how he died."
The next night, it was a full moon, I left her alone and even went to sleep in another room. Somewhere in the morning I was raised by the doorbell. It turned out that my daughter fell out of the window on the head of alcoholics who constantly drink under our windows. We live on the second floor of a block house, and therefore, fortunately, no one was hurt. Anyuta did not remember anything.
The next day she walked brooding, and late in the evening at the rising of the moon she spoke in detail about the death of her father. It struck me more than anything else. After all, my family and I, so as not to injure the child's soul, hid all the details of that tragedy from her. In the end, she said that dad asked not to blame anyone for his death. For that, there will soon be God's judgment - a misfortune will happen to the culprit. And so it happened. His friend, because of whom his father died, soon fell under the wheels of a car and remained disabled for the rest of his life. Then the thought occurred to me that soon the laws of modern physics will not be enough for humanity. It will discover one more physics - the physics of the subtle body, and only after that the vastness of the Cosmos will become available to us.