I heard this story from Olga, a woman whom I met while on vacation in the south. It happened in the 1990s, when everything in the country was in short supply and any purchase became a success.
One day off Olga went to the market to buy shoes. There, an unfamiliar dark-skinned woman approached her and asked: do you need cosmetics? She showed a beautiful French set: pearlescent shadows, lip gloss, black mascara, blush. Oddly enough, the set was inexpensive, and Olga bought it, postponing the purchase of shoes until the next time.
At home, she began to examine the box with cosmetics more carefully - and a piece of paper fell out of the case, folded in half. At first she thought it was a recommendation for use, but unfolding the sheet, she realized that it was some kind of conspiracy. It was written in very small handwriting. Olga barely read the text: “Whoever takes this thing in his hands will take the disease from my face. Amen.
Olga got scared and just in case she burned a piece of paper with a conspiracy.
About a week later, the girl had a dream, as if she sailed on a boat along the river to the place where a lonely house stood. Olga went into it, there was an elderly woman in the room. She bent over an empty jar, poured salt into it with her fingers and whispered something, no words could be heard. Olga went to the mirror on the wall and saw her face, which was covered in ulcers.
She woke up in horror. I had a severe headache, my face itched. Olga took aspirin and suprastin, she decided that she had eaten something wrong the day before and she was allergic.
From that day on, Olga constantly lived with a headache, and her face itched all the time. It was covered with red scaly patches.
Olga was taking tests, everything was normal. She changed doctors, medicines, ointments, but it didn't get better. The woman tried once again not to leave the house, she dreamed of a terrible thing: either the witch would take her by the hands and whirl at a frantic pace, then an incomprehensible creature asks to give him his soul. Olga developed a feeling of fear and uncertainty, she even thought that she would soon die.
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Once Olga once again went to the clinic. There was a lot of time before the start of the doctor's appointment, and she decided to sit on a park bench. An elderly woman sat down next to her. Olga tried not to turn to her, she was ashamed of her face, covered with red sores. The woman, without looking at her, spoke:
- You are sick with someone else's disease. You bought it along with some thing, most likely with cosmetics. I bought this thing inexpensively, but paid with my health.
Olga turned to her, and she took her hand.
- Now we will go to where you bought your disease. Lead me.
Olga completely trusted her. When they arrived at the market, the woman told Olga to get up and beg. That was very ashamed, but for some reason she unconditionally believed her new friend. Stretching out her hand, she began to repeat: "For the sake of Jesus Christ, help."
Someone gave a trifle, someone swore: "It's not a shame, go to work, you are young at all!" But Olga stood as she was told. Then a new acquaintance took her to church and ordered her to buy candles with all the money she had collected and put them on the eve.
“Light them with any candle and wait until they burn to the end,” the woman said. - I will wait for you on the street and read prayers so that God will help you recover.
Olga did as she was told. While the candles were burning, she stood and looked at the fire. Suddenly everything around seemed to darken. It seemed to Olga that she went blind for a while, but then her sight returned.
The candles burned out, Olga went out into the street. A new acquaintance was waiting for her at the door. When Olga told her that she had stopped seeing for a while, the woman reassured her:
- It was the one who came to you who sold the disease, do not worry, now everything is in order. She is gone, her sorcery will no longer affect you.
She ordered the purchased cosmetics to be burned in the wasteland. Gradually the skin on Olga's face became clean and smooth. Life got better, the girl got married. Now she sincerely regrets that she did not even recognize the name of the woman she told me about. He says that he often remembers her and wishes her all the best.
Tatiana YASTREBOVA, Moscow. Magazine "Non-fictional stories" №23
