Stories about what there is no rational explanation, about extraordinary accidents, mysterious coincidences, unexplained phenomena, prophetic predictions and visions.
WHOSE FAULT?
My old acquaintance, a kind companion, a teacher, who recently retired, Lilia Zakharovna told me an unusual story. She went to visit her sister Irina in the neighboring Tula region.
Her neighbors, mother Lyudmila Petrovna and daughter Ksenia, lived in the same entrance on the same site with Irina. Even before retirement, Lyudmila Petrovna began to get sick. The doctors changed the diagnosis three times. There was no sense in the treatment: Lyudmila Petrovna died. On that tragic morning, Ksenia was awakened by the cat Muska, her mother's favorite. The doctor pronounced death. Lyudmila Petrovna was buried very close, in her native village.
Ksenia and her friend came to the cemetery for two days in a row. When we arrived on the third day, we saw a narrow, elbow-deep hole in the grave mound. Completely fresh. Muska was sitting nearby. There was no doubt about it. Almost simultaneously, they shouted: "That's who dug!" Surprised and gossiping, the girls filled the hole. The cat was not given to them, and they left without it.
The next day, Ksenia, feeling sorry for the hungry Muska, again went to the cemetery. She was accompanied by a relative. Imagine their amazement when they saw a rather large pit on the hill. Exhausted and hungry Muska sat next to her. She did not struggle, but calmly let herself be put into the bag, occasionally meowing plaintively.
Xenia now had an episode with a cat in her head. And now the thought began to emerge more and more clearly: what if mom was buried alive? Maybe Muska felt it in an unknown way? And the daughter decided to dig up the fob. Having paid money to some homeless people, she and her friend arrived at the cemetery.
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When they opened the coffin, they saw in horror what Xenia had foreseen. Lyudmila Petrovna, apparently, tried to lift the lid for a long time … The most terrible thing for Xenia was the thought that her mother was still alive when she and her friend came to her grave. They did not hear her, but the cat heard and tried to dig it out!
Evgeniya Martynenko
GRANDMA WALKED BY THE FOREST
My grandmother Ekaterina Ivanovna was a devout person. She grew up in the family of a forester and all her life
lived in a small village. I knew all the forest paths, where what kind of berries are found and where are the most secret mushroom places. She never believed in black supernatural powers, but once a strange and terrible story happened to her.
She needed to carry hay home from the meadow for the cow. Sons from the city came to the rescue, and she hurried home to cook dinner. It was autumn. It was getting dark. I walk to the village in only half an hour. The grandmother is walking the familiar path, and suddenly a familiar village resident comes out of the forest. She stopped and started talking about the village life.
Suddenly, the woman laughed loudly throughout the forest - and immediately disappeared, as if evaporated. The grandmother was seized with horror, she began to look around in confusion, not knowing which way to go. She rushed back and forth for two hours, until she fell exhausted. As soon as she was at a loss to think that she would have to wait in the forest until morning, the sound of a tractor reached her ears. She went to him in the dark. So I went to the village.
The next day my grandmother went to the forest fellow traveler's home. It turned out that she did not leave the house, she was not in any forest, and therefore she listened to her grandmother with great surprise. Since then, my grandmother tried to bypass that lost place, and in the village they said about him: this is the place where the goblin took Katerina. So no one understood what it was: was it a dream to grandmother, or the villager was hiding something. Or maybe it really was a goblin?
V. N. Potapova, Bryansk
A DREAM COME TRUE
Events constantly occur in my life that you cannot call anything other than miraculous, but all because there are no explanations for them. In 1980, my mother's common-law husband Pavel Matveyevich died. In the morgue, my mother was given his things and a watch. Mom kept the watch in memory of the deceased.
After the funeral, I had a dream, as if Pavel Matveyevich insistently demanded from my mother that she take the watch to his old apartment. I woke up at five o'clock and immediately ran to my mother to tell a strange dream. Mom agreed with me that the watch must be taken.
Suddenly a dog barked in the yard. Looking out the window, we saw that a man was standing at the gate under the lamp. Throwing on her coat in a hurry, my mother jumped out into the street, quickly returned, took something in the cupboard and again went to the gate. It turned out that Pavel Matveyevich's son from his first marriage came for the clock. He was passing through our city and came to us to ask for something in memory of his father. How he found us almost at night remains a mystery. I'm not talking about my strange dream …
At the end of 2000, my husband's father Pavel Ivanovich became seriously ill. Before the New Year, he was admitted to the hospital. At night, I again had a dream: as if some man insistently requires me to ask him about something important. Out of fear, I asked how old my parents would live, and the answer was: more than seventy. Then she asked what was waiting for my father-in-law.
In response I heard: "There will be an operation on the third of January." Indeed, the attending physician ordered an urgent operation for the second of January. “No, the operation will be the third,” I said confidently. Imagine the surprise of the family when the surgeon transferred the operation to the third!
And another story. I have never been particularly healthy, but rarely went to doctors. After the birth of my second daughter, I once had a very bad headache, well, it just burst. And so on throughout the day. I went to bed early in the hope that my head would pass in a dream. As soon as I started to fall asleep, little Katya was busy. There was a night light over my bed, and as soon as I tried to turn it on, I seemed to be electrocuted. And it seemed to me that I was soaring high in the sky above our house.
It became calm and not scary at all. But then I heard the crying of children, and some force brought me back to the bedroom and threw me into bed. I took the crying girl in my arms. My nightgown, my hair, my whole body was wet, as if I was caught in the rain, but my head did not hurt. I think that I experienced an instant clinical death, and the crying of a child brought me back to life.
After 50 years, I acquired the ability to draw, which I have always dreamed of. Now the walls of my apartment are covered with paintings …
Svetlana Nikolaevna Kulish, Timashevsk, Krasnodar Territory
Joked
My father was born in Odessa in 1890, died in 1984 (I was born when he was 55 years old). As a child, he often told me about the days of his youth. He grew up as the 18th child (the last) in the family, he enrolled himself in school, graduated from grade 4, but his parents were not allowed to continue studying: he had to work. Although he was a communist, he spoke well of the tsarist times, he believed that there was more order.
In 1918 he volunteered for the Red Army. To my question, what prompted him to take this step, he replied: there was no work, but he had to live on something, and there they offered rations, clothes, plus youthful romance. One day my father told me this story:
“There was a civil war. We stood in Nikolaev. We lived in a heating house on the railway. In our unit there was a joker Vasya, who often amused everyone. Once, along the carriages, two railroad workers were carrying a can of fuel oil, gagged.
Vasya jumps off the car in front of them, spreads his arms to the side and in a strange voice says: “Hush, hush, lower, lower, the machine gun scribbles with water, fire, water, lie down!”, He falls on all fours and begins to crawl. The dismayed railway workers immediately fell and began to crawl after him on all fours. The can fell, the gag fell out, the fuel oil began to flow out of the flask. After that Vasya got up, dusted himself off and, as if nothing had happened, went up to his Red Army men. Homeric laughter rang out, and the poor railroad workers, raising the can, quietly left.
This incident was strongly remembered, and my father decided to repeat it himself. Once in the city of Nikolaev, he saw that a gentleman in an Easter white suit, white canvas shoes and a white hat was walking towards him. The father came up to him, spread his arms to the sides and in an insinuating voice said: "Hush, hush, lower, lower, the machine gun scribbles with water, fire, water, lie down!", Knelt down and began to crawl in a circle. This gentleman, to the amazement of his father, also fell to his knees and began to crawl after him. The hat flew off, it was dirty around, people were walking nearby, but he was as if detached.
The father perceived what happened as a one-time hypnosis on a weak, unstable psyche: the power changed almost every day, uncertainty, tension and general panic reigned. Judging by some facts, a similar hypnotic effect on some people is common in our rational time.
I. T. Ivanov, settlement Beysug, Vyselkovsky district, Krasnodar region
SIGN OF Trouble
That year, my daughter and I moved to my grandmother's apartment, inherited. My blood pressure has jumped, my temperature has risen; writing off my fortune for an ordinary cold, as soon as I let go, I calmly left for a country house.
The daughter, who remained in the apartment, took up a little washing. Standing in the bathroom, with my back to the door, I suddenly heard a child's voice: "Mom, mom …" Turning around in fright, I saw that a little boy was standing in front of her and stretching out his hands to her. In a split second, the vision disappeared. My daughter was 21 years old and she was not married. I think the readers understand her feelings. She took this as a sign.
Events were not slow to unfold, but in a different direction. Two days later, I got on the operating table with an abscess. Thank God she survived. There seems to be no direct connection with my illness, and yet it was not an easy vision.
Nadezhda Titova, Novosibirsk
"Miracles and Adventures" 2013