Baba Yaga, a goblin, a brownie … these are not only fairy tales of our childhood, it is also our past. Once these characters lived next to people in the times of Vedic Russia and did not hide their wonderful abilities, but Russian Christianity came to earth and all at once changed, they all became "outlawed". One of them is the story of our new user.
It was in the early 80s. I was still a schoolboy, and my parents worked for 3 years without a vacation on a business trip in one distant African country. I only went to them on summer vacations. Then we lived in a 2-room apartment in Medvedkovo with my grandmother, aunt (mother's sister) and younger sister (she was 3-4 years old then).
And then one autumn evening we receive a letter from my relatives that everything, the business trip is over, the tickets are already on hand, and in a week they will come to Moscow. The letter was read in unison several times, there was a very good and joyful mood, and on such a positive note everyone went to bed. Granny and her sister are in a small room, and my aunt and I are in a big one. She's on the couch, I'm on the bed. I want to note right away that both the grandmother and the aunt had their own apartments in Moscow, they simply lived in ours in the absence of their parents.
I lie, fall asleep, in my dreams I imagine a sea of gum, a tape recorder, souvenirs and other interesting gifts. Suddenly the aunt (and we never closed the doors between the rooms if we went to bed at the same time) shouts, addressing granny: "Mom, are you walking around the kitchen?" - "no, I thought it was you" - was heard in response. We lay down for a while and again: "Mom, tell me, are you making dishes there?" - in response to denial. Everyone got up, turned on the light and started looking around the apartment for a cat.
I can't hear anything, but everything has turned into ears. Then, finding nothing, they sat for another ten minutes in the corridor and dispersed. And fifteen minutes later, a granny flies from a small room with a squeal and bulging eyes, all in a frightened shock. What I said - I hear someone again rattled the cupboard doors in the kitchen, and then went down the corridor (we had very creaky parquet flooring there), went into the room and stood near the bed. Granny even says “I can hear how she is breathing, but I’m afraid to open my eyes - suddenly I will see someone and then generally Khan”. And at that moment, the sleeping sister next to her, turning in bed with her hand put her hand on the grandmother's nose … you understand the state. Moreover, my aunt also heard this "passage of someone from the kitchen."
They turned on the light again, sat down and the granny said: "the brownie is driving us out, the owners are coming soon" - "why didn't I hear anything?" - I ask - "and you are also the owner, you live here, so he does not touch you."
And the next morning, she and her aunt began to collect their things and slowly transport them to their apartments. The brownie didn't bother them anymore, and a week later, when my parents returned, they moved out themselves.