Several years ago, my father was on vacation at a boarding house. There he really liked it. He made many new acquaintances and generally had a great time. Upon arrival, he excitedly told how he was interested and what entertainment and recreational activities he attended. But the most interesting, in my opinion, was the acquaintance of the Pope with a certain Pyotr Andreevich.
In the evening, when we gathered at the family table, my father told us an amazing story.
On the third day of his stay at the boarding house, dad met a very cheerful old man of eighty years, named Pyotr Andreyevich. The old man looked much younger than his years, did not drink alcohol and was in good physical shape. At the same time, he did long exercises every day, swam in the pool and still quite cheerfully drove a completely well-groomed foreign car.
So, one evening dad and Pyotr Andreevich decided to sit in the evening over a cup of tea with bagels. During this warm village, the men started talking "for life."
It was then that the cheerful and cheerful Pyotr Andreevich became sad and even a little haggard. At first he somehow didn't even want to tell his story, but then he spat and began.
The fact is that at one time Pyotr Andreevich was the director of a large enterprise, and then he also worked in the regional administration in a high position. Everything in this man's life was good. Big money, a beautiful wife and a huge house.
But happiness was not destined to last forever. After the birth of her son, the wife of Peter Andreevich got bored, because she did not want to work, and the twentieth mink coat did not surprise anyone. As a result, the woman began to kiss the bottle.
What a loving husband did not do. He treated, coded, but it was all in vain. Already five years after the wife began to drink heavily, she died very painfully from cirrhosis of the liver. The inconsolable husband could not survive the loss and devoted himself entirely to raising his son. When the son grew up, dad sent him to study abroad, where the guy settled down well and stayed to live abroad.
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And then one day, living in a huge house, a completely lonely old man. Pyotr Andreyevich suddenly heard a strong knock on the door. He understood that it was difficult to get to his site just like that. There is a three-meter stone fence around the perimeter, and two ferocious Alabai are running around in the yard. And yet there was a knock on the door. Not feeling danger, Pyotr Andreyevich simply opened the front door. But behind it was empty. When the man returned to the house, he clearly felt the smell of fumes. It was very strange, because there was not a single gram of alcohol in the house, and the owner himself had long forgotten what alcohol was.
From that day on, almost every day, the old man began to jump from a strong knock on the door. And each time he opened it and again felt a persistent fume. It was also strange that the dogs did not react at all to the knock. And sometimes even a few seconds before the blows on the door began, they raised their heads and happily wagged their tails. As if they knew who was going to knock.
At times Pyotr Andreyevich thought he was going crazy. Meanwhile, the blows got stronger and stronger. Sometimes, when the old man did not open it, they beat on the door so that it seemed that they would soon take it out, or at least the plaster would fall off. This devilry went on for almost three months. Pyotr Andreevich, began to slowly hand over. Once he could not resist and went to a neighbor, who was set up to help people, rolling them out with an egg or pouring melted wax.
The woman listened attentively to her neighbor and, after a short thought, reported what Pyotr Andreyevich himself had long suspected. The unrepentant soul of the old man's wife constantly comes to the house. Perhaps some rituals were not observed and now the woman's soul cannot find peace.
The old man then received strange advice from a neighbor. When they knock on the door again, the named guest must be sent with the very last curses. Do not open the door in this case.
The next day, when they started pounding at Pyotr Andreyevich's door again, with tears in his eyes, he sent the named guest in such a foul language that he was even surprised that he knew such curses. The knocking stopped instantly.
The next day, there was another knock on the door that was not so strong. And this time the man, gathering his will into a fist, broke out in selective abuse. And this time, after the abuse, the knocking stopped.
On the third day, there was a knock on the door very quietly and carefully. Pyotr Andreevich did not even immediately hear, but even then he did not retreat and again cursed the newcomer. After that, the knocking stopped completely.
A week later, Pyotr Andreevich received a call from his son. He was thrilled. He told his father that the other day he had a dream. In a dream, my mother stood pale and confused in a deaf room with brick walls, where there were no doors and windows. She darted about the room and felt the bricks. She seemed to be frantically looking for the door. But there is no way out of this brick chamber. The son watched this from the sidelines. At some point, he felt very sorry for his mother, and he asked her, "Why doesn't she go home?" And my mother turned to him in a terrible grin and hissed in a drunken voice, "I was sent there!" After that, the son woke up in a cold sweat.
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