The village of Podkamennoye, located on the very bank of the Sylva not far from Kungur, is one of the most picturesque places in the Kungur region (Perm Territory).
The village seemed to be lost among firs and pines and white-trunk birches. On the other side of the river, like in a fairy tale, ancient boulders rise like statues. Village guards. Her keepers. The sensations are extraordinary. It must be full of miracles.
Let's listen to the locals. To begin with, I go to Ivan Alexandrovich NOVIKOV, a resident of the village of Podkamenny. He was born and lives in his native land.
Innovator and inventor, from whose hands came bicycles and motorcycles, mini-tractors and snowmobiles and other equipment.
A great worker and joker-joker, Ivan Aleksandrovich believes that miracles happen in the sub-Kamensk places. No wonder he will find a mammoth tooth, or some other ancient object.
And with him various wonderful stories happened. Once, in his youth, Ivan went to bed with all his teeth, in the morning he woke up - there was no root. And as if it was not.
- Aliens, or something, took away, - the veteran laughs.
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We bring to your attention two stories by Ivan Alexandrovich.
On foot - along Sylva
“This story was told to my mother Anastasia Timofeevna by my grandmother, who lived in the now defunct village of Tokarevo, down to the river from the village of Plashkino. A local carrier told grandma and the whole village this miracle.
Earlier, many paths ran to Sylva, to the ferry. People went to a church located on the other side of the river, in the village of Kashirino. They say there was a big parish there. And the temple, such a beautiful one, stood on a high rock - was visible to the whole area. Now there is a restoration after the destruction during the Soviet era.
So that's it. It was summer. It was some kind of holiday. The boatman barely had time to transport the parishioners. And then there was a lull. There is nobody. The carrier sees that a lonely traveler is going down from Plashkino to Sylva. Prepared to meet him, transport him. The service in the church will begin soon. And there is no man and no.
And suddenly the boatman sees: this same man is standing at a distance near the river. He crossed himself. He crossed the river … And walked along the water. So the whole Sylva, quite wide in this place, went over the water as if on the ground.
The carrier stood in a daze for a long time after everything he had seen. He did not immediately dare to tell the neighbors about this story. Believe it or not. But that's how it happened, they say."
The drowned woman resurrected a day later
“Mom also told me the story of her miraculous resurrection. When she was little, she rode a boat with older girls on the lake (Sylva came under the village of Deikovo in the spring). Nastya and her friends were sitting on a board that was laid on the side of the boat.
When they approached the shore, the girls jumped off the board, jumped out of the boat. The board turned over and fell into the water with Nastya. She went to the bottom. And the girls, frightened, fled to their homes and hid. Nobody was told anything.
After a while, the parents missed Nastya. They ran through the village, asking everyone who their daughter was running with. Upon learning that his daughter had drowned, the father gathered the men. Everyone began to dive - to look for a drowned woman in the water. Found an hour later.
Her father Timothy was prompted to revive her daughter, she must not stop swinging in her arms. Father took Nastya in his arms (she was 3-4 years old then), began to wear and swing her. And so - all day and all night. In the morning, Nastya opened her eyes and said:
- Tyatya, why are you carrying me in your arms?
Risen! Miraculously.
Nina Pavlovna SHCHEKALINA is a native of the village of Podkamenny. Lives in Kungur. Her mother, Anna Vasilievna NOVIKOVA, a well-known teacher in Kungur and beyond, is an excellent student of public education.
Last year, Anna Vasilyevna would have turned 90 years old. The villagers remember how the teacher studied at home with their children. As she always and in everything tried to help everyone living nearby.
I am heading to Nina Pavlovna, who, speaking about native places, emphasized that miracles really wander in them. In modern terms, it is an anomalous zone. After all, all around are the faults of ancient mountains. Nina Pavlovna also told several interesting stories.
View from the ravine
“Since childhood, I loved picking strawberries. Once (I was already in my second year at the pedagogical college) I went into the forest with a five-liter bucket.
I walk through the strawberry glades all day. Time passes quickly. Berry by berry - the bucket is collected. I see there is a cliff ahead. The ravine is so deep. And the whole region is covered with ripe strawberries. I go there. I pick the berries by handfuls. And suddenly I feel that someone is looking at me. Direct shiver on the skin.
I looked around. Nobody. Just in case, I left the ravine aside. But berry after berry - I was again drawn to the cliff. I climbed there again - it was too many berries, but all large ones. I just got carried away, again felt the look - piercing such. As if someone was looking at me from the depths of the ravine.
So I took ten steps several times. Nothing. As I approach the ravine, I again feel someone's gaze. I felt terrible then. Goosebumps ran. And I ran home. My father later told me that maybe the fox was hiding. But I saw that there was no one in the ravine. And the look from there was …"
Goblin drives
“Once again I was very scared when I was picking mushrooms not far from Podkamenny, also on the side of a mountain. They used to run through the forest one at a time - they were not afraid of anyone.
So, I walk between the trees and pines, only have time to fill the basket with butter. And they are families, circles. Small, pretty. And suddenly my basket fell through the ground. Was at the tree - and it is not. I started walking in circles. I think maybe I got confused, I put it on the wrong tree.
For about 20 minutes I ran around that place, did not go far. And then the thunder rumbled. The sky began to turn black before our eyes. I roar. It is a pity for a round beautiful basket. And the mushrooms are almost to the top. And I see - the basket is in the same place, as it was, it is still there. By the same tree.
What is this? They say that the goblin leads through the forest. He, apparently, played with me.
Don't go to bed - you'll become a dog
I heard this story from my older relatives. And from different people. Although it is hard to believe in what happened.
In the village, in one family, a wedding bed was prepared for the young. And in the old days in Russia they believed in different signs, adhered to strict rules. They said it was impossible for anyone to be allowed to the bed prepared for the newlyweds. No one should even see the wedding bed.
And then the bride, it turns out, beat off the groom from her friend. A friend, apparently, decided to take revenge on her. She made her way to the bed of the newlyweds and whispered something. We saw her that day at the groom's house.
At night, when the young have gone to bed, the bride will howl like a dog, or will cry like a rooster.
This went on every night. They began to take her to healer grandmothers. Not immediately, but cured. They only say that before everything went away, a piece of meat fell out of her mouth. These are the horror stories.
Vera MEDVEDEVA, Kungur