From session to session, students live happily. Potatoes, new acquaintances, noisy parties, get-togethers until the morning, hiking, romantic dates, pranks. Complete separation!.. Surely everyone who chopped off five years in college will have something to remember. But sometimes from such stories the frost runs over the skin …
It was in the early 90s of the last century. It’s scary to say: more than twenty years ago, but the impression is as if yesterday… We had just entered the Faculty of Psychology, ran with enthusiasm to lectures and seminars and sat in our pants in libraries.
Today in every store there are mountains of psychological literature, and then every book was worth its weight in gold. In addition, there was no Internet at all. Therefore, any information, one way or another related to psychology, immediately found a warm response in our hearts.
Once we found out that our neighbors in the dormitory call spirits at night. It was like a bolt from the blue. We, yesterday's Komsomol members, brought up in the spirit of Marxist-Leninist ideology, have never heard the word "spiritualism". And they didn’t even know that a hobby for such experiments could end badly.
The public interest in everything supernatural in those years was enormous. Kashpirovsky's sessions began to be shown on TV, and the whole country froze in front of the screens. We also ran to the "TV room" in the hostel and charged water in three-liter cans for Allan Chumak's sessions.
NIGHT VIGUNS
I will not describe the techniques with which we established a connection with the spirits - this is not so important. New acquaintances who had night conversations with us, each time introduced themselves differently. Now Peter I, then Emelyan Pugachev, then Pushkin. At first we took everything at face value and firmly believed that we had the honor of talking with this or that historical figure. How naive we were!
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And how not to believe if the mysterious creatures knew everything about us to the smallest detail. And not only about us, but also about our relatives and close friends. For example, they said about the grandfather of one of his friends that in the 1930s he was repressed with the wording “enemy of the people”, then he rewound all
term and was released after Stalin's death. He returned to Moscow and went to work in the archive, where he worked until the end of his days, and died - God forbid everyone! - at 87 years old.
At the same time, grandpa was a real zest - at 70 he dragged after the ladies better than any young man. When our friend heard about this, he flashed like a poppy. Even after the death of the faithful, my grandmother could not forgive him for betrayal and sometimes reprimanded her grandson: “Your grandfather was a dog, he offended me all my life! All of you, men, are smeared with one world."
But the affairs of bygone days did not bother us so much, it was much more interesting to bring fellow students out into the open. For example, we first of all began to find out who Mishka S. liked (all the girls of the faculty were dry on him), and with amazement we learned that he had an affair with a teacher - a woman almost twice his age. By the way, Mishka later married this lady and, thanks to her efforts, made a good career at the faculty.
Reversal
But there were even more amazing discoveries. Somehow the spirit, now I don’t remember whose, said that soon tanks would be moving across Moscow, that they would shoot in the city, and many people would die. We didn't believe it. What tanks, what kind of shooting ?! It was May, trees and bushes were blooming, nightingales were singing in the parks at night, and we, despite the approach of the session, were all in love.
The summer passed, and at the end of August 1991 there was a coup d'etat - the State Emergency Committee. Tanks really went through the streets, and then they began to shoot at the White House. We were shocked and even ran to the Humpback Bridge to see for ourselves that all this was true.
If before that we were not serious about communicating with otherworldly entities, then during the coup we realized that we were dealing with some kind of force beyond our control.
OBSESSIVE CONDITION
After some time, we, five young and healthy girls and boys, realized that some unpleasant changes were happening to us. We have become more taciturn, withdrawn, uncommunicative. Gone is youthful carelessness and, as they would say now, recklessness. We were not attracted by the noisy and cheerful gatherings of our comrades. We avoided going to the cinema, to concerts, even trying to go to the student canteen in splendid isolation. We stopped understanding jokes, and when at seminars the whole group fell under the tables from a successful joke of a teacher or student, we sat with stone faces, sincerely wondering why everyone was laughing.
And then it became clear to us that we, future psychologists, became hostages of depression. It seemed that we knew everything about this disease inside and out, but we could not help ourselves. Something strange was happening to us, which we ourselves did not realize.
REQUEST
At night, like somnambulists, we got out of bed to summon spirits over and over again. As real alcoholics, we could not resist the temptation, although deep down everyone understood that it was time to quit.
And then one winter night we again sat down at the table and took up the old. As far as I remember, the spirit of Lermontov got in touch. We prepared to ask him our questions, but Mikhail Yuryevich suddenly shouted:
- Help! I'm dying! We were terribly alarmed. This have not happened before.
- What's wrong with you? What happened? How can we help you?
- I suffer unbearably. Oh, if you knew how hard it is for me … But if you are ready to help me … I will be glad, I will be so grateful to you.
- So tell me finally, what should we do? - we don't
I was eager to know how we can alleviate the fate of the poor poet.
“It’s not easy to help me. But if you agree to take pity on the unfortunate sufferer … Oh, I can't …
- What is it? we shouted. - We are happy to help you. Speak!
- If so, then I think I will say. You can help me if you jump out of the window.
There was a heavy silence in the room. We looked at each other with all eyes, and each tried to understand if he had heard it. But no, the spirit wanted us to commit suicide. When the meaning of the request reached us, we dropped everything and ran out into the corridor. We were shaking with fear. So that's who we were dealing with all this time! With the demons who nearly killed us!
Since that night we have firmly decided - no perfume. We didn't play these games anymore.
Oksana VOLKOVA