This story took place in 1999. Researcher of anomalous phenomena Alexei Priyma received an interesting letter from pensioner Anna Sergeevna Loshkareva from a small village near Moscow. In the letter, the pensioner described her unusual encounters with the elk and Priyma came to visit the old woman to find out the details of her story.
“This devilry began four months ago. Just before the Old New Year. On the evening of January twelfth, - the old woman began the story, - I went at sunset with empty buckets in my hands to the spring for water. It's not far across the field to go to the edge of the forest. I go down into the ravine, go up to the spring, and there, I see, the elk is trampling. Serious beast, large. Not a youngster. I came, my dear, from the forest to a watering hole. The frost stood then strong. All the streams in the vicinity froze over, but there are no wide rivers in our area, so he came to a spring of water to drink.
He was polite. I stood in place and waited, while I collected water from the spring in my buckets. Standing close to me. Very close. And everything, I remember, wiggled his nostrils. He pulled the air in. Sniffed what smelled of me. Only when I walked away from the spring with full buckets along a path trodden in the snow, did he step to the spring.
I remember going up the slope of the ravine and looking back. I see the elk bent over the spring. Drinks water. Then I look, stomping along the path across the field towards me with empty buckets in her hands Marya, my neighbor. We stopped with her, converging on the path, having met. The buckets were lowered to the ground, she was empty, and I was full. We talked about this and that for about five minutes and dispersed. Maria also saw that elk.
Several days passed, and I can't remember how many. About eight or ten days. In those days I went to the spring regularly, but I never saw a moose there. Yes, and with a neighbor Marya on the way back from the spring to the house did not come across. I used to meet other people from our village on the path leading to the spring, but Maria was not.
And then one day I again stomped on the water at sunset to the spring. I come. And there - lo and behold! - the elk is worth it. The same. I recognized him immediately! It’s worth it and seems to be waiting for me there. Well, I got along the slope of the ravine to the spring. I collect water in buckets, and he stands beside me. Wiggles nostrils, breathes noisily. Like the last time, it is thoughtfully sniffing at me.
As soon as I walked away from the spring with full buckets in my hands, the elk stepped forward, bowed its head and let the water from the spring drink. I walk away along the path that stretches obliquely along the slope of the ravine, and I keep looking around. And he, I see, drinks everything.
Grunting, I walked out of the ravine into the field and noticed that my neighbor Marya was walking towards me along the path trodden in the snow through a narrow field. Clear business, with empty buckets. We stopped. Scratched with tongues. They parted … And Marya again saw that elk by the spring.
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Later, Priyma and Loshkareva visited the house of her neighbor Maria. The owner of the house fully confirmed the story of Loshkareva. She also saw a moose near the spring. Moreover, like Anna Sergeevna, she saw him there many times.
An important detail: according to Marya, none of the other residents of the village have ever met a moose in the ravine where the spring beats. Extremely intrigued by this whole moose story, Marya interviewed almost all of her fellow villagers about this.
- And then that's what happened, - continuing to remember, said Loshkareva. - Several days flew by again. I continued to regularly visit the edge of the forest for spring water. However, I never saw moose there. Yes, and Marya during all these days, too, never saw.
And once again I set off on the water at sunset. And somehow, you know, I was even delighted when I saw that elk again near the spring. Measured in place, handsome. It stands and again seems to be waiting for me there. I collected spring water in buckets, and he sniffed me again. On that and parted. I stomp along a path through the field back to my house. And I see Marya walking towards me with empty buckets in her hands.
It was then that my heart sank! Stop, I think. What kind of obsession is this ?! As I come across a moose at the spring, right there on the path I come face to face with Marya. Oh-oh-oh, I think. Wonders! Are they good?
Such miracles continued with Loshkareva until the very end of February.
- Over the course of two months, the moose came to see me five times. I repeat, five times! And every time I came, I met my neighbor Marya on the path on the way back from the spring to the house! We talked about this miracle with her, we frayed each other's nerves. Most importantly, we were scared! And with each new meeting with the elk it became more and more terrible.
Then we decided with Marya, all this is not good. Demon obsession, that's what it is, we decided. They thought it was a goblin, taking the form of an elk, giving me some unkind sign. To this day, I am at a loss! It happens that in the evenings I break my head over all this. And I do not find an answer to the question - what was it that happened? Why did it happen at all? Why, in the name of what, it, the miracle with the elk, entered, appeared in my life, simple and sinless? What did you want to say by its appearance to me? What was it hinting at?
After listening to and writing down Loshkareva's story about strange encounters and coincidences, Priima left the village. A few months later, he decided to write to the pensioner and ask if she had ever met that elk again near a spring in a ravine or somewhere else?
But the researcher did not receive a reply to his letter. Then he decided to go back to that village himself and learned that the pensioner Anna Sergeevna Loshkareva had suddenly died. She died on May 12, a little more than one month after talking with Priyma. The neighbors found the lifeless body of Anna Sergeevna lying in the beds of her garden. A shovel was lying on the ground next to the body.
Further, the end of this mystical story will go on behalf of the researcher himself.
Accompanied by Marya, a neighbor of the deceased, I went to the local small village cemetery to honor the memory of the deceased near the still-almost fresh grave. Standing in sorrowful silence shoulder to shoulder with Marya in front of the grave, I cast an absent-minded glance at one neighboring grave, then at another.
The grave mound above the body of Loshkareva, who had departed into another world, was literally squeezed, squeezed between these two old graves, which were not at all located on the outskirts of the cemetery, not where other new dead were buried in the land that was not yet occupied by graves.
Modest metal crosses towered over two low burial mounds to the left and right of Loshkareva's grave. Judging by the plate welded to one of the crosses, next to the grave of Anna Sergeevna lay her husband, who died much earlier than her - eight years ago. And under another cross on another nearby grave, judging again by the inscription on the tablet, a coffin was buried with the body of a woman who had died even earlier.
After reading the inscription on that plate, I was slightly taken aback. He turned sharply to Marya, who was silently standing next to me, and asked in a worried voice:
- And what kind of woman is resting under that cross?
- Under that? Marya asked. And she explained: - Underneath that eternal sleep is the sister of the late Anna, the kingdom of heaven is her. She also lived in our village.
- Why does she have a different surname?
- Yes, she was unmarried. Disabled from birth. None of the men wanted to marry a disabled woman. So all my life in girls and passed, poor.
From such an answer, a chill went down my spine in an unsteady wave.
With new eyes, amazed, I stared at the cross with a tablet, which towered over the grave of Anna Sergeevna. Loshkareva died on May 12 of this year. And she first met a moose on January 12 of the same year. There were five such meetings with elk in total. Anna Sergeevna died exactly five months after the first meeting with the elk. Smooth! Accurate to the day.
But that's not all.
The surname of her own, also deceased sister, who had spent all her life as girls, was … Loseva!
Once again, let's take a look at the occasion.
On January 12, 1999, Loshkareva first met an elk near a spring, and a few minutes later, her neighbor Marya. There were five such synchronous meetings on the relatively short-term line of fate "Loshkareva - elk near the spring - Marya". On May 12, 1999, that is, exactly five months after the first meeting with the elk, Loshkareva died. An incidental coincidence, suggesting a deliberately paranormal background to everything that happened: if the surname of Anna Sergeevna's unmarried sister was Loseva, then, consequently, Loshkareva was also born Loseva.
The role of Marya's neighbor in this completely stunning story was, in my guess, of a secondary tint. I find it nothing more than a passing one.
The hand of Providence invisibly emerged from the darkness of the Looking Glass on the appointed day, chosen by that Providence. She nudged Marya imperceptibly in the back every time. And Marya immediately set off on the water to the spring, led there by a force that she did not even know existed in nature. Guided by a mysterious force, she blended into the line of fate "Loshkareva - elk - Marya" from above, inaudible to her ears.
At the heart of all this lay clearly inhuman figures of logic, principles of thinking, ways of transmitting information. The metaphor was famously twisted according to the norms of thinking, infinitely alien to any person. And as a result, it turned out to be too complicated, incomprehensible for the person to whom it was addressed.
For Anna Sergeevna Loshkareva, she remained until the last day of her life a puzzle that could not be solved, deciphered …
From the book by Alexei Priima "The World Inside Out"
