Moving Brownie
I realized that brownies exist long ago. And she was often convinced of this. Here is just one example.
When I was 16, my father built a new house next to the old one. We started to drag and drop things, but we haven’t finally got there yet.
And so the neighbor's grandmother called me to her to say something important. Since childhood, I have listened to her extraordinary stories with great pleasure.
The old woman told me:
- Call the brownie with you. Take a chip from the new house, go around the old one three times with the words: "Brownie, brownie, let's go to the new house with me." And he will listen to you.
My parents were atheists. The authorities strictly prohibited obscurantism. I, stealthily, secretly from my parents, performed the ritual, and threw the chip into the basement window of the new house.
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And now we have finally moved completely. I now had my own room! How joyful it is to lie down in the evening with a book in your hands and enjoy the peace when no one forces you to turn off the light, because your parents are early for work.
Our cat Murka, which I bought 10 years ago for 15 kopecks, always slept at my feet. The time was about midnight. Suddenly I heard some rustle in the basement. Murka jumped up, arched her back and hissed. I listened. Some kind of fuss was heard in the basement. I thought that strange cats had climbed there.
In the morning I tell my dad:
- Hammer the basement windows with bars.
And he, it turns out, did it yesterday. I was not too lazy, climbed to check who rustled at night in the underground. There was nothing and no one there. I'm sure it was the brownie who told me that he was with us.
Olga Nikolaevna SEVEROVA, Mezhdurechensk, Kemerovo region
Brownie Blagushka
It happened in Kazakhstan in 2002. We then moved to a new apartment for two years. I worked on the railway in shifts.
On the day in question, I had to go to the night shift.
After lunch, I lay down to rest before work. The children went to school, and the husband went to work.
I was at home alone.
I was almost asleep, lying on my side, when I felt a push in my back. Not understanding anything, she opened her eyes. I thought I was dreaming of something, and again tried to sleep.
As soon as I dozed off, I felt a jolt again. And so several times.
And then some force made me get up and go to the hall. I walked like a zombie, stumbling.
But when I was in the hall, sleep vanished like a hand. There was a carpet on the floor in the middle of the room, and a flame was burning on it. The fire seems to have just happened.
It turned out that an extension cord was lying under the carpet, plugged in, the wire bent over, got hot, and the carpet caught fire.
I quickly pulled the wire out of the socket, and threw a rag over the flame. There was a big hole in the carpet, and the linoleum was burnt under it.
I think it was our brownie Blagushka who saved me from death. I named him that after one incident.
My nephew came to visit with his friends, and one of them noticed a sleeping cat under the kitchen table. But we didn't have any cat! So, I decided, it was the keeper of the house, the brownie. I called him Blagushka.
On the first days of every month, I poured milk into a cup and put something delicious in the kitchen. So he repaid me well, saved me from death. After all, in a dream I would suffocate from the smoke.
When we moved to Russia in 2006, Blagushka was invited with us. And now he protects us in a new place.
Galina NIKITINA, Anapa
Brownie, give me money!"
This story happened to me when I was still studying at the institute. And, like any normal student, I did not have enough money.
Once I read a book about all sorts of otherworldly beings (I no longer remember what it was called). I read, in particular, that you can turn to a domovoy with small requests.
Therefore, exhausted by the lack of money, I decided to ask him for money. Let him help me find my wallet on the street!
After completing a simple ritual, I turned to the brownie with such a request. After that, I looked very closely at my feet for several days. Alas, the coveted wallet never came to me.
And a week later, the whole group went "for potatoes" - in the days of my youth this was practiced by students. We did our best to help the collective farmers in the harvest. At the end of the first day, it turned out that the physics teacher had lost her wallet, and in it, in addition to money, were the keys to the apartment, and now she could not get home.
We continued our work. And suddenly I wanted to move away from the guys, and then move towards them. So I did.
In less than a minute, I saw a black wallet lying between the ridges. Maybe this is the physicist's wallet? I picked it up and took it to our teacher. Yes, it was her wallet! She was very happy.
After this incident, it became much easier for me to take tests in physics. And as an additional bonus, the physicist gave me a huge chocolate bar. It turns out that the brownie did fulfill my request?
Elena Viktorovna AKINFEEVA, Zhukovsky, Moscow region
The brownie saved from the fire
The events that I will tell you about took place almost 30 years ago, when my daughter was 2.5 years old.
They say that little children see the brownie. Probably, it really is. Because kids cannot deceive, there is still not enough intelligence for this.
We were lying with her one afternoon on the bed, I read her children's books.
She loved listening to rhymes and fairy tales. She listened, so she listened, then she says, pointing with her finger above the wardrobe:
- Mom, what is hanging there?
I look where she points and I see nothing. I tell her:
- Lyubochka, I don't see anything there.
And she again:
- Hangs from the ceiling.
I ask her:
- What does it look like?
“Something round, like a big ball, dark and fluffy,” she replied.
But this is how brownies are usually described!
We were finally convinced that the brownie lives with us not so long ago - five years ago. It was summer, my daughter and I were talking in the kitchen. Suddenly, a sneeze sounded behind the refrigerator, which was behind me. There was no one in the house except my daughter and me.
The daughter, who was sitting at the table, fell silent in mid-sentence. We looked at each other inquiringly, then she asks:
- Did you hear that too?
I told her yes. She scrambled from her seat, climbed onto the kitchen table and looked behind the refrigerator.
- Who do you want to see there?
- Maybe there is a cat?
- It cannot be, - I answered, - cats in the yard, I just saw there.
Looking at each other, we said the same thing together:
- Brownie!
He must be, but who else?
Soon after, I put the tomatoes on tomato paste to boil. The pan is not small, seven liters. Forgetting to turn off the stove, I went into the city for shopping. I walked for a long time, but suddenly someone mentally said to me: "Go home, you have to go home."
I hurried to the house. Opening the door, I felt a strong smell of burning. She rushed to the stove, there was a black bottom of a saucepan and stuck tomato peels. I think it was the brownie who sent me a telepathic signal, warning of danger.
Since then, when I leave home for a long time, mentally, just in case, I ask: "Master, take care of our house." And he protects.
Lilia Vasilievna AVRAMENKO, Ostrogozhsk, Voronezh region.