The affairs of bygone days, a month before the State Emergency Committee (attempted coup d'etat in Moscow), fate again threw its knee - and from the Murmansk region I leave for the Vologda region for the whole summer to live in a house that my elder brother Vladimir bought. We left in Moskvich 412, and our families were to fly to Kotlas a little later.
On the third day, as we got together, I climbed into the hayloft in the middle of the day. Previously, a cow was kept in this house and on the second floor above the barn there was a room for hay - this was called the hayloft. This is for those unfamiliar with twentieth century village life.
So, I climbed into the hayloft, where a bed with a straw mattress was made. I am lying down, resting and suddenly I feel that someone in this empty room is carefully examining me … "A neighbor's cat or some kind of ferret," I think, and without twitching, I examine the hayloft, especially the side from where, as it seemed to me, they were looking at me … The hayloft is empty. No cats, no ferrets … It remains only to telepathically scan this section of the hayloft, since every minute I became more and more convinced that I was being viewed from there. A few seconds of attunement and I perceive someone's thought: "Now, I am at this mug, sopr something while he is resting and let him look after that …"
"Now I will" sop something "for you! I'm planning to joke with me here!”I tell him mentally.
An attempt to collapse to zero and disappear, I stopped at the very beginning. After the story with the "Black Invisible", some brownie tried to wallow in my bioenergetic trap. He was scared very seriously. Of course, mocking simpletons from the Vologda hinterland is much more interesting than getting into the trap of a real psychic. He was really scared, so he had to calm down: - “Calm down, nothing will happen to you. Nobody will drive you out of this house … if you don’t act like a hooligan. I have nothing against the brownie if he doesn't mock those living in the house. But you have to promise that you will guard and protect the house."
So the "peace treaty" was concluded with the brownie. More precisely, it was not even an agreement, but a contract, since I "hired" him to guard my brother's house. I hired him without any reward on my part, only a favorable attitude on my part.
At the table, when everyone gathered together, I publicly announced that the house was guarded by brownies from that day, to which the objection rained down that these were grandmother's tales and all that. In short, they didn’t believe it … but what happened to me because of their distrust.
A little time passed and now all the women gathered for the Sunday fair, which were then held due to the lack of goods in the shops and two and nephew Alyosha remained at home. We are sitting on the Sun warming ourselves under the windows and then I ask the nephew: - "Do you hear anything?" At first he thoughtfully looked around, and then he heard the same thing that I had heard before - the clink of forks and spoons in the kitchen in the house. There was a complete understanding that in the room someone washes forks and spoons in a basin, so he concluded almost indifferently: - "So this is the mother washing the spoons."
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- "What kind of mother?" I tapped him lightly on the forehead. - “Where is your mother now? On the market. At home now we are alone and at the same time both are on the street …"
He then fell into a stupor and there was something … in broad daylight in an empty house someone washes spoons and forks. He slowly began to rise and turn towards the windows that were above our heads. Then I seriously slapped his head. “Never try to spy on the brownie, if you anger him, he will live with the light, and he will choke him at night. If he wants, he will show himself, but don't even think to look! Excuse me that I am so strong for you … but only painfully, you briskly decided to look out the window, but this cannot be done. If, when you still hear this, never rush to look … first you need to warn the brownie, ask: "Who is there?"
I have no doubt that very soon he told everyone about it, but the continuation of our story took place next year - in late autumn. Then I found out that my brother boarded up his private house in Krasavino and returned to Monchegorsk for the winter. I come to him and the first thing he does is take out a bottle of good vintage wine and not the cheapest one. “This is for my whole family… I arrived in Krasavino, but on the way the traffic cops took my license away. And the license is returned to the place of registration - to Monchegorsk. How can I go there all summer? Well, I said to my friend's cop: - “Help me out, make sure that the license is sent to Krasavino, and not to Monchegorsk. He promised to do everything, but for the repair of his Moskvich 412th. Spare parts are his, but the work is mine. I worked on his car, finished assembling it by midnight. Then they drank. I came home already at two o'clock and my friend - to rest. Only suddenly someone was shaking me by the shoulder and so persistently. At first I thought that one of the children was hungry and asked for food. What else can come to mind at a time like this? I shout: - "Food in the fridge!" But again someone is shaking the shoulder, I look around and look into the twilight of the room … but everyone is asleep! I went into the kitchen to drink some spring water (not from a spring, but from a milk can, where spring water was kept for all household needs, I must say excellent water, I rinsed my mouth with fresh water in the morning and there is no need to brush my teeth). I drank and I see that from the basement, through the cracks, light is breaking through. I think: "Even the light in the basement was not turned off, and it is not far from the fire." I open the lid of the basement, and there is smoke from there. I'm in the basement, and the corner of the house in the basement is already on fire, I see a flame through the smoke. I shout to the children to run into the street and call the neighbors for help. I pour water from cans on fire myself. Well, the neighbors are already running with buckets, they draw water from the barrels, which is prepared for the garden. In general, they put out the house, defended it, only the corner in the basement was charred. Only three days later I heard footsteps in the kitchen at night, turned my head and saw how a plump woman, the size of a midget, walked behind the stove, but at the last moment she looked at me. Since that night, as you said, I bought a doll and jewelry for the "housemaker", but as I buy milk from a neighbor, the first thing I did was put a saucer of milk under the stove. And each time the saucer was dry, the next time it was as clean as washed. "I went behind the stove, but at the last moment she looked at me. Since that night, as you said, I bought a doll and jewelry for the "housemaker", but as I buy milk from a neighbor, the first thing I did was put a saucer of milk under the stove. And each time the saucer was dry, the next time it was as clean as washed. "I went behind the stove, but at the last moment she looked at me. Since that night, as you said, I bought a doll and jewelry for the "housemaker", but as I buy milk from a neighbor, the first thing I did was put a saucer of milk under the stove. And each time the saucer was dry, the next time it was as clean as washed."
And it was remarkable that in the house, in the absence of a cat, not a single rat or mouse. A neighbor's cat once entered the yard. We were sitting on the porch. "Kis-kis" - to her. She began to approach already, then behind our backs she saw something, the fur on end, arched her back and how it would burst out of the yard. “I saw the brownie,” I say, “apparently the rats have the same fear of him.”
Author: Pavel Shasherin