Sometimes events occur in life that cannot be explained from the point of view of science, logic or common sense. The notorious life experience does not help, none of the known patterns work. All that remains is to believe your eyes and wonder at how much the world that surrounds us has not yet been studied and mysterious.
It is better not to share such incidents and strange events with anyone. Mysterious adventures should only be told to those who themselves have experienced similar experiences and will not think that you are crazy.
On that day, I arrived in the village alone, my husband was late in the city, and we agreed that on Saturday he would arrive by bus, and from the regional center I would pick him up by car.
I don't really like spending the night alone, although there is a dog in the house, but it is rather a decorative creature: a kind of overgrown zucchini with ears, ready to kiss anyone who offers something tasty. Until the very last moment, until sleep finally overcomes, I burn light in all the rooms, wander aimlessly on the Internet, flicking the TV remote control. Just not to listen nervously to the rustles and creaks of the old house. Yes, I understand, the neurosis of a city dweller, accustomed to noise, but I can’t help myself.
Having washed up until one o'clock in the morning under the muttering TV, I eventually fell asleep. The call to the intercom, installed on the gate, cruelly interrupted the sleepy dreams. Mechanically she glanced at the clock: a quarter past three. Cursing everyone and everything, she glanced at the screen: a familiar figure loomed by the gate. Neighbor, be he not okay! Sanka was not a bad man, despite his passion for strong drinks, he did not completely lose his human appearance. But his most important quality was immeasurable kindness to all living things. The stern man adored cats, dogs, birds. Even a mouse that had fallen into a humane mousetrap was carefully released away from the house, for which his wife would fire up his last words. My dog adored him: when she met him on the street, she ran at his chest. Often, not calculating her ardor and weight, she knocked him down and, already in the stalls, continued to happily lick."My little dog!" - Sanya was moved to tears and kissed the dog on his wet nose.
- Get up, the guard of the couch, your friend has come!
But the dog just stuck its nose out from under the blanket, wagged its tail and buried itself deeper into the pillows. Swearing loudly, I pressed the button, opened the gate and moved towards my neighbor.
- You at least know what time it is! I yelled as I threw open the front door.
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Sanya by this time managed to cross the site and, modestly looking down, stood in front of the porch.
- Hi, Ksanka. I would have … I would have cigarettes, otherwise I don't have any at all. And I wanted to ask for some more money. How much is not a pity.
No matter how sorry - it meant two hundred rubles. Just the cheapest bottle should have been enough. I waved my hand, they say, what to do with you and invited the uninvited guest into the house. But the neighbor shook his head and said he would wait right here.
I went back to the house, found an unopened package, shook a couple hundred out of my wallet. The neighbor always gave money, not right away, but he tried not to delay for a long time. It was not for me to give him these hundreds, the only thing that made me angry was the inaccurate visits. Like midnight, he was drawn to adventure, and his soul needed more. The stern wife, who loved to drink no less than him, calmed down quickly, so he went to the neighbors in search of something to drink.
The dog still left the room. Stretching and yawning, she stomped to the front door.
- My little dog. - Sanya was touched. - Well, go, let's say hello to you.
Contrary to custom, Zlata did not rush to embrace with all her arms. She wagged her tail delicately and stopped at the threshold, carefully examining the guest.
I went down the porch and handed Sanya cigarettes and money. The man took the offering and began to thank him heartily.
- Thank you, you are so kind. I will always remember you. I went, it's time for me. Doggy, can you at least walk me along?
The dog jumped off the porch and followed Sanya along the path. She did not jump around him, did not try to lick. It was strange: with a silent shadow, she accompanied her neighbor to the very end of the site. She waited for the door to close and silently, with a downcast head, shuffled back.
- Hey, what's wrong with you? Are you sick, friend ?!
Zlata sighed loudly and entered the house. She quietly went into the room and buried herself under the covers.
The next morning, there was silence at the neighbors' plot. Nobody sang songs, did not row and sort things out. In the hustle and bustle of suburban everyday life, the night adventure was somehow forgotten.
A few days later I met another neighbor and asked her how our brawlers were doing.
Lenka looked at me intently and asked why I was asking. I opened my mouth to say about the night visit, but she got ahead of me.
- What, did he come to you too?
- You mean, "too"? Yes, three days ago, as he came, he shot cigarettes, and two hundred rubles.
The neighbor chewed her lips and said in a colorless voice:
- So he died, that's how it was three days ago forty days. He just came, about five to four. He asked me for a bottle of vodka. Gave, you have to respect. Then I went to see you.
I looked dumbfounded at Lenka.
- Can not be! How I saw you! Do the dead walk? And even if you believe in the spirits, then he was real. I asked for cigarettes, money.
- And this is because nothing was put in his coffin. I said, but they are not Christian.
- No, Lenka, it doesn't happen! Even the soul is immortal, then how would it come? And I saw him as alive, as a person, not as an incorporeal spirit.
- We know a lot how it really happens! Don't tell anyone. They won't believe it anyway. I wouldn't have believed it either, if anyone had told.
I remembered the behavior of the dog, and it dawned on me: she was a guide. For many peoples, the dog is the guardian of the border between the worlds, so Zlata accompanied him to the exit. Silently, without emotion, as if carrying out an important mission.
I followed my neighbor's advice and didn't tell any of the locals about the strange visit. She is right: no one knows how this world actually works, and what happens after we leave.