In addition to the ghosts, "registered" in old castles, apartments, there are also "nomadic" ghosts, professionally tied to a particular area of human activity.
We have heard many stories about a strange parachutist who, in an incomprehensible way, rescues people in the air; the name "white parachutist" was assigned to him for his white clothes.
There are other names, for example, in the Ryazan Institute of the Airborne Forces it is called "Flying Ryazanets", but we are talking about the same thing, they will also tell many stories about the miraculous intervention of a heavenly instructor in disastrous situations.
In the Krasnaya Zvezda newspaper, journalist Nikolai Cherkashin described the story about the ghost parachutist he heard from the old paratrooper colonel:
“We jumped with the Il-76 in four streams, I left the car, one of the last, when most of my people were already extinguishing the domes on the ground. I fly - everything is in order, the mood is great. Suddenly I heard a cry from behind me: "Go to the right!"
Without hesitation, he pulled on the lines and went to the right. And then a soldier with a half-opened parachute flew past me. If I hesitated for a second, he would have landed in my dome. True, the soldier managed to open the spare tire and everything worked out. I turned to say thank you to my savior.
About a hundred meters I saw a parachutist in a white overalls. He slowly … climbed up! This is rare, but it happens when a person falls into a powerful ascending stream. We were quickly carried away in height. I didn’t even have time to see his face, as he disappeared into the higher …"
Athlete-paratrooper Vasily Maksimovich Krasnov had his own experience of meetings with the "white parachutist":
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“We jumped to the Pamirs at night, the most important thing in the mountains is to find a more or less comfortable landing site. And I was carried into such a jungle that in the literal sense of the word you can't collect bones. And I can't help it - I lost my bearings.
I feel in my gut: I’m about to groban. Suddenly I see someone flying ahead of me. And so clearly you can see him - white and even in the light of the moon. "Come after me!" - shouts.
I pulled on the slings - and behind him. I thought someone from our site noticed. And now he leads me to a tiny "patch" between rocky fangs on one side and an abyss on the other. I sit down like a fly on a platter!
And the dome so successfully covered the stony fang that it did not have to be extinguished, and stood on its feet. And my guide glided into the abyss. I just saw the white top of his parachute. All ours landed successfully - nearby. So guess who it was?.."
A similar story was told in Kiev by Vitaly Cherednichenko, Honored Master of Sports of the USSR:
“I was going to break the long jump record. A kilometer before the parachute deployment point, I heard a heart-rending cry: "Rip the ring!" He pulled away mechanically, involuntarily obeying the command and the instinct of self-preservation.
Of course, he did not break the record, but he saved his life, because the altitude machine turned out to be faulty. Who shouted? But this is the most incomprehensible thing. There was no one in the sky except me. More precisely, it shouldn't have been. But from somewhere a parachutist in all white was carried away.
I caught sight of him when I raised my head to inspect my dome. Nobody saw him from the ground. And they just didn't believe me when I reported what happened in the air …"
In Tsarskoye Selo, within the walls of the former guards barracks, and now the Naval Engineering Institute, cadets-sailors told N. Cherkashin an old school legend about how in the dead of nights one can see a white figure on the parade ground, which, having spread parachute silk on the asphalt, knits endless loop slings.
Where did the ghost of a mysterious parachutist come from within the walls of the Naval Institute? In the 1930s, one of the first airborne brigades in the USSR was formed in these old yellow buildings on Kadetsky Boulevard. The paratroopers lived in the then Pushkin, and made their jumps in the area of the Gatchina airfield.
Among them was the fearless and daring Ivan Volkorez, he was famous for his long jumps - he flew to the ground with a stone the longest, without opening the parachute, and only a few seconds before the seemingly inevitable blow tore the ring and, of course, landed the very first, which in the troops was highly valued.
Those who watched him jump at the range were breathtaking with horror. But Ivan was lucky. At the edge of the training field there was an abandoned church, on the bell tower of which the command and observation post was located, and then one day Ivan Volkorez argued with his friends that he would open the parachute at the height of this bell tower: “As soon as my boots with a cross on the top are level, the dome will unfold. Check it out!"
And since Ivan Volkorez did not believe, as befits a Komsomol member, neither in God nor in the devil, he swore at the same time: "So that I never set foot on earth again!" And so it happened.
Everyone gasped when a white dome blazed up at the height of the cross and … went up, lifting the bold one away from the ground. Only he was seen!
Actually, they saw him later. But only those who suffered distress in the sky. That "white parachutist" saved many lives: he will warn about the danger, to whom he will shout what to do.