Each village has its own legend or scary story associated with a particular inhabitant. Our small village in Rostov was not spared. I learned the revelation of one resident two weeks ago, and now I still sit in shock, not knowing whether to believe or not.
When we enter the village from the side of the city, we can see the cemetery, it is conditionally divided into new and old. To save money, people from the city bury their relatives here. And I was a little creepy to see such a mixture of old fences, which were long abandoned by everyone, and new ones.
When we went to visit our deceased relatives, I got acquainted in more detail with the old monuments. They were really abandoned by everyone. Except one. The photo on the monument faded long ago, but a man in military uniform was clearly visible on it. There was no tall grass or dirt around. As if they continue to come here after so many years for cleaning.
And once I met the very culprit of this order. The woman's name is Daria, she is already quite old, but continues to take care of the house. This is our neighbor, so I could not not get to know her, especially since our cat constantly comes to her.
And it so happened that I dropped in for tea. The room is quite clean, although it is clear that the old woman is rarely visited. Daria's story began with a portrait hanging over the TV. On it was the grandmother herself, but very young, as well as a young guy, very similar to the one at the grave.
Further from her words: “This is Sasha, my ex-fiancé, or maybe he is still waiting for me. I am almost 18 in this photo, and Sasha is 20. It was already after the war, there was no money in the village, food too, so my Sasha went to the city to work. They offered him to become a movie mechanic.
With his first salary, we were supposed to get married, and the date had already been set. I even bought a veil in advance. At first, I received letters almost every day, and then my beloved wrote me less and less.
It got to the point that there was no answer for a month. My relatives and him began to worry, and his enemies claimed that he had abandoned me at the very crown. I was very worried. In the meantime, months passed. My brother came to me, said that in the city nothing was even heard about Sasha. Then I bowed my head altogether.
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There was some kind of summer holiday, so my friends actively invited me to walk with them, but I refused, because there was a strange premonition. And it did not let me down. It was already well past midnight when they knocked on the iron gate. I thought that drunk friends came to call. But as I got out, I was a little dumbfounded. My Sasha stood at the gate, only slightly shabby. Stands, smiles. And he begins to call me with him, he says, to collect things and a veil is obligatory, we are moving to a new place right now.
I’m a fool, in joy I ran to collect things, and did not even think about why he returned so late and where he was at all. I packed everything in one suitcase, and ran out of the house to my beloved who was waiting for me. We began at first silently walking forward through the darkness.
I tried to talk to Sasha, asked him, but he constantly kept repeating that when we came to a new home, then he would tell me everything. I suspected something was wrong. And when we turned towards the cemetery, she panicked. I began to hesitate, but Sasha took me by the elbow with a cold hand so that I could walk faster.
We came to a completely fresh pit, and my fiance tells me to jump there. To say that I was shocked is to say nothing. I beg to begin, but the future husband is adamant. Soon dawn, I think, we must stretch to it. I started giving Sasha almost one thing at a time.
For this, the deceased climbed into the pit, waited while I threw off his shawl or dress. When I had an empty suitcase, the roosters crowed. In an instant, Sasha fell dead. And I ran home screaming and crying. There was no one except my brother. So he helped me, found the grave, went to church. But you can't do it in a day. I knew that the groom would come back for me.
The next night I saw Sasha again, was waiting for me, and when I refused, I began to break out the doors of the gate, how much strength he had. I took an icon, a cross with me, began to read a prayer on the way, the distance between me and the deceased increased.
But as soon as I stopped talking, the deceased immediately took my hand and literally dragged me to the grave. We approach the pit, but there are no things anymore, there is nothing to throw. Sasha orders me to climb, but I asked him first to go there, and then give me a hand, obeyed.
While he was climbing, she put a cross on his head, began to run wherever his eyes were looking. But I heard his cries that we would still be together in the next world.
Then there was a funeral service, relatives cried. It turns out that Sasha was stabbed to death a week ago, and the body was thrown near the cemetery. He came to me only once in a dream, asking me not to forget about him. Since then I have been helping him in our housing, taking care of him.
A trail of tears ran down my grandmother's cheek. It was evident that she loved him, and still loves him. In all her life, Daria has not had a husband, everyone is waiting for them to be with Sasha.