Devil's swamp
Once a year I go to the spring hunting in the Novgorod region. This tradition has never been broken for 7 years. A. Fedorov reports:
This time, too, my friend and I, as always, fired at the evening dawn of flying gogols or sat in turn in ambush with a decoy mallard, and closer to the night we set off for a distant capercaillie current.
The hunt was wonderful, although it was often drizzling, turning from time to time into heavy snow in the evening. The shooting rate for waterfowl was carried out accurately. However, on the 4th day, my friend started to mope, or he was tired, or maybe he shot enough, and as soon as I went for the wood grouse that night alone, with a firm intention I would not return without a trophy.
And exactly, after several unsuccessful exits to the current went, so to speak, "luck". Even in the predawn twilight he "took" a good "bearded man" from the tree, and already around the world - another one in the clearing. I put the spoils in my backpack and happily went to our parking lot in anticipation of hot tea and other pleasures put on this occasion.
I walked along the path along the river hundreds of times, and never straight through the swamp. Because every hunter knows what it is like in spring, it is better not to meddle. However, this time spring was belated - May is on the doorstep, and the snow in the forest is knee-deep, and in the swamp there is a strong snow crust, like asphalt. So I wanted to take a shortcut.
I got my bearings on the terrain on the map, determined the azimuth by the compass and … got lost. The compass needle spun in all directions, like a clockwork, and the most incomprehensible thing is that I can not walk: my legs were filled with incredible weight. He knocked down a dry tree, sat down and began to read Our Father. The compass needle stopped and no longer fooled. Within half an hour I went out to the village, cursing my own stupidity and atmospheric anomalies.
“A lost place,” one local guard admitted to me, who let me in to warm up after all my misadventures.
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- It was also lucky that he was able to get out of this damned swamp alive … - And he told me several stories.
… Once in these places two elderly women got lost. We went in the fall for cranberries. They were looking for them for about a month. We managed to find only one near the river, completely devoid of reason. A few days later, she died without really telling anything.
Another woman-summer resident was taken out of the swamp by local men-hunters. What she was told was more than strange. She went to pick mushrooms and met an unfamiliar old woman in a clearing with a basket full of incredibly large porcini mushrooms.
- Where, granny, could you collect so much?
- In the middle of nowhere, - the old snapped.
- And where are these "damn kulichki"? the summer resident asked jokingly.
She showed her to the swamp. The hunters walked along the road and heard heart-rending screams coming from the swamp. They went to see who was shouting, and they came across her. When they asked why you were shouting, the road was, they say, very close, she replied that she could not go out to her.
“I’m walking, and I’m as if bumping into an invisible wall. That's terrible! I saw people with guns and started screaming.
After this summer resident drove off to St. Petersburg. Her house is still boarded up, since then no one comes here.
In the afternoon the next day, I returned to the parking lot. The friend fussed about the fire, clearly alarmed.
- Wow! I already began to think that the devils took you, - he exclaimed.
At that moment, a wild cry rang out in the swamp, and then a chilling laughter. Our blood froze in our veins. All night long we took turns reading Our Father and burning a fire. Since then, I have not gone to these places.
Bermuda Triangle of Moscow Region
If you look at the map of the Vladimir-Shatura Priklyazmenye, then the first thing that catches your eye is the almost complete absence of any settlements - only forests and swamps. And you can't say that there was life some 100 years ago - it didn’t hit, of course, with a key, but these places were not in such desolation as they are now. And there are almost no remnants of this life, although some traces, of course, remain. Nowadays, looking at the lane poorly marked on a large-scale map, you will not immediately guess that this is a former postal road from Vladimir to Kolomna. And somewhere on the outskirts of the swamp it is possible to unexpectedly stumble upon a dilapidated brick church, grimly looking at the chipped eye sockets of the windows. Grass-covered roads are leaving for the forest, and God knows what kind of bad places they will lead …
Somewhere in the wilds of the Klyazmen forests there is Shushmor - a mysterious natural boundary, which few have heard of and which almost nobody has seen. Before the revolution there was a "guard" - a forest cordon, but now it is a wilderness, a lost place, where there is no road or path. But the local population remember about Shushmore - a wonderful place. According to a few eyewitnesses, there, in a deep forest, a hemisphere made of stones of regular shape rose - six meters in diameter and three meters in height. Remnants of stone pillars were visible around the hemisphere. All structures were very ancient, overgrown with moss.
A stone in these forests is generally a rare thing. And here is a whole stone mountain! Who was able to build it and give it the correct shape? And why? No answer. As there is no answer to the mysterious disappearances of people that began here 100 years ago …
… 1885, summer - Pokrovskoe district zemstvo carried out repair work on the Kolomenskoye tract, which ran from the city of Pokrova through Senga Lake to Yegoryevsk. The peasant Perfiliev contracted for 850 rubles "to build an earthen dam with two spans for the passage of water on the Kovikha River instead of the old pile bridge." To accept the work, a member of the local council Kuryshkin left Pokrov. And … disappeared. Together with him, the carrier, Gerasim Kudrin, disappeared. The horse and cart also disappeared without a trace. The search for Kuryshkin and Kudrin led nowhere. They began to sin on the robbers - the famous Guslitskaya volost was not far away, from where many famous ugorez came out, the most famous of which is Ataman Churkin. But there were no traces or news of the robbers, and the case of the disappearance of Kuryshkin and Kudrin was handed over to the archive.
And two years later, on the Kolomenskoye tract, a whole wagon train disappeared without a trace - four carts, loaded with iron. With them both the carters and the clerk Ivan Ryumin who accompanied the cargo disappeared. And again the Pokrovsk district police in vain ransacked the forests along the highway. And a new "dark" case ended up on dusty archival shelves …
Meanwhile, the mysterious disappearances did not stop. 1893 - the postman who was carrying mail from Yegoryevsk to Vladimir disappeared. 1896 - the surveyor Rodionov disappeared along with the chaise and the driver - Ivan Sedykh. 1897 - the peasants Aleksey Guzhov and Rodion Sidorov disappeared on the highway … In total, until 1921, 19 traceless disappearances were recorded on the former Kolomensky highway.
Until recently, all attempts to explain the mysterious disappearances of people constantly rested on "police" plots: robbers, accidents, "got drunk and fell into a swamp", etc. But the lightness of these versions was obvious every time - where are the robbers themselves? And where are the bodies of the dead and "drunken"?
Since the end of the 1920s, traffic on the highway has gradually stopped - the new era was building new roads. Together with the abandoned road, its secrets have sunk into the past. And relatively not so long ago, interest in this long-standing mystery began to awaken again.
Several years ago, a group of enthusiasts from Vladimir and Moscow, while studying the geomagnetic field of the Earth, discovered the phenomenal phenomenon of "twisting" of the lines of magnetic field strength. And the epicenter of "twisting" every time was … a strange tract Shushmor!
Researchers tried to compare the facts of the disappearances of people on the Kolomenskoye tract with the "Shushmore phenomenon." They hypothesized that the periods of Shushmore's "activity" each time produce an effect very similar to the effect of the "Bermuda Triangle", only on a much smaller scale.
… Nobody uses the old Kolomenskoye tract for a long time. And the road to Shushmore is forgotten. But somewhere in a remote tract to this day there is a mysterious stone ball overgrown with moss, concealing the clue to the gloomy disappearances …
Miracles on the Patriarchal
Little remains of old Moscow these days. The center was especially unlucky: whole neighborhoods were demolished here. The Dog Playground has disappeared, Zaryadye is no longer there, the gardens on Sadovaya have been filled with asphalt. But some parts of old Moscow were still miraculously able to endure. One of them is the famous Patriarch's Ponds, popularly called Patrick.
Once upon a time, there were ponds and the Goat bog, the memory of them is preserved in the names of the “adjacent” lanes: Kozikhinskie, Trekhprudny. And then the patriarchal settlement grew up here, and the remaining pond began to be called the Patriarch's.
Centuries passed, and people began to notice that this place was somehow not easy, enchanted in a way. It began with the fact that from time to time animals began to disappear from the patriarchal court. There is nothing to say about geese and ducks! It used to be that a pig, if at night comes to the pond to drink water or lie in the coastal mud, disappears. And the pond is small, and it seems not very deep, but come on! And no matter how much they rummage with hooks - nothing.
Few people know that an interesting document is kept in the archives of the ninth police department. Its essence is as follows. During the war, there was no one to look after the pond, and local boys with might and main caught fish and swam in Patrick. 10-year-old Misha K. argued with his comrades that he could swim across the pond. It was about 9 pm. The boy undressed and swam. In the middle of the pond, he suddenly screamed wildly and went under the water like a stone. The frightened children ran away and told the adults about what had happened only the next morning. The search did not lead to anything: the body was never found …
No, it was not in vain, probably, Woland paid his first visit to the Patriarch's Ponds. It is no coincidence that Beria's mansion is located nearby. And they say that in the evenings here you can hear the sound of a car approaching, the sound of a slammed door, slow heavy steps. Hear - and see nothing. Here, on quiet Spiridonovka, on Vspolny, in Granatnoye, they see shadows, soundlessly leaving the walls of houses …
Somehow the ubiquitous cooperators wanted to organize fishing at the Patriarch's Ponds. We set up a van with a rental fishing tackle, released bream and crucian carp into the pond, and prepared to collect profits. At first everything went well: for two days the shores were littered with fishermen. And on the third - as cut off: not a single bite. Cooperators have launched a batch of fish. They threw the net - at least they got one fry! Spat - and reeled up the fishing rods.
Here's what else is curious. In summer, ducks and swans swim on the pond. But only during the day. At night, everyone flies to the zoo, fortunately not far. And the old-timers also said: not a single nearby dog or cat comes close to the water …
Doctor of Biological Sciences, Professor B. Shishkin commented on these facts:
- It is difficult to state something categorically without thorough research. Therefore, I ask you to consider my opinion unofficial. It may be that we are dealing with a phenomenon of the Loch Ness type. As you know, biological structures are infinitely diverse and multifaceted. Therefore, it is possible that a rather highly organized living creature lives in the Patriarch's Ponds. How could it get there? It is difficult to judge, therefore I will express nothing more than a hypothesis. But since the reservoir is closed, there is no runoff, it can be assumed that it was waterfowl that brought fertilized eggs or live protoplasm here. We must not forget that migratory birds cover quite considerable distances, wintering in the river basins of Africa, Asia and even South America. And there, as we know, there are the most exotic forms of life not known to science to this day.
Anomalies of the black places
District in the north-west of the Samara region. always enjoyed the close attention of specialists in anomalous phenomena. People call it the Volga Alps. The local population has dark beliefs associated with these places. They claim that these rocks, forests and swamps are inhabited by evil spirits … And although no one dares to admit it directly, they are afraid of these lost places and those creatures who, in their opinion, live here.
Ethnographer K. Serebrenitsky, interviewing local residents, found out that almost everyone who at least once visited these swamps at night saw wandering fires - flying evil. They call her Pata-Kabusya.
According to ancient beliefs, Pata-Kabusya lives in a large moss swamp. If in the village someone died a violent death and he was not buried according to a certain rite, "Pata-Kabusya" may arrive. "The sheaf of fire flies in the form of a serpent, the head is thick and thinner towards the tail and flies straight to the village."
Several times this area was explored by expeditions of "anomalies", paying special attention to the search for the so-called Shikhan Mountain.
According to legend, there are unusual lakes on this mountain. Even in the driest summer, they do not dry out, because it is in them that the Spirit of Water dwells.
Before the revolution, many went to these lakes to pray. The place where the spirit dwelt was marked with a “special stone”, and on it they left offerings: bread, salt, honey.
After the revolution, people almost stopped walking up the mountain, sacrifices stopped, and an angry spirit "poured" the lakes and they turned into swamps.
1994, May 28 - and our group went in search of this mountain. Steppe. Endless steppe, stretching to the horizon, and suddenly - a mountain. The domed vault, composed of hard rocks, covered with a thin layer of sedimentary layers. Its top is overgrown with forest, framing a swampy swamp.
In that year, we did not find a "prayer stone" or found any ruins. But conversations with the inhabitants of the surrounding villages revealed a lot of interesting things.
First of all, these are “flying balls”. In these places, they appear almost daily. The local attitude towards balls is unambiguous: they are a kind of witchcraft damage. Such balls, iridescent with all the colors of the rainbow, are "lowered" by the sorcerers to a certain letter, that is, they are sent to a person whose name begins with "the chosen letter." Having scattered on their victim, the balls cause dangerous diseases.
The sorcerers who mastered this art lived somewhere in swamps and in branched caves stretching for tens of kilometers and going out to the Volga.
Where is hell?
The incandescent sea, stretching hundreds of hectares under the southeastern part of Brazil at a depth of about 600 km, was discovered at the end of 1992. It was believed that a giant mass of molten rock is nothing more than a geological anomaly. But Dr. Renato Cruz, a leading Brazilian geologist and theologian, has a different opinion: this is a real biblical hell. It is there, assures R. Cruz, Satan dwells and sinners suffer.
The American and Brazilian researchers who discovered the sea of fire emphasized that it has existed for millions of years: since the time when the Earth was almost entirely composed of molten rock. Its center remains the same now. But where did the lava beneath South America come from? Leaked up from Earth's liquid core? But why is its temperature about 2,000 degrees - almost equal to the temperature of the core, although, logically, it should be no more than 1,200 degrees? Why is lava in this particular place?
Dr. Cruz sees nothing mysterious here. “This is not a natural phenomenon,” he insists. The doctor says that people think hell is fiction, but it is "as real as heaven." And adds:
- The Hebrew scriptures that were not included in the Bible say that the Lord threw Satan and his devils to Earth, where they were swallowed up by a sea of hot rock. God called this place Hades, the underworld. But if scientists do not believe in God, how can they believe that hell exists?
Dr. Cruz is raising funds for further research. He is convinced that with more sensitive listening equipment, it will be possible to hear the screams of human souls coming from the depths of the fiery sea.
N. Nepomniachtchi