“Now I am 40 years old. Twenty-two years ago, in the city of Kuibyshev, now Samara, an old gypsy woman was reading my hand. She told me the following: “You will live far from these places. At first you will make mistakes and pour a lot of "water", then your life will go in a straight line, and you will not turn anywhere from this line. Your husband will be a golden man, you will give birth to his sons. You yourself build some kind of castle or tower and you will see yourself from the side. There will be a lot of people in your house all the time. You will always tell your relatives in advance that there is sadness."
I came to the hostel and wrote down the words of the gypsy woman in my diary. And a year later she got married. Five years later, my husband and I moved to his hometown of Kislovodsk. The husband in me still does not like the soul, and this fact is known to everyone who is familiar with us and leads friendship. We have two sons. For the time being, the gypsy woman fell out of my memory; my diary of my youth once reminded me of her. I began to check: everything came true!
Two weeks before my father's death, I had a dream: my father was sitting at a table and reading a newspaper. Suddenly dad falls, the chair too … In a dream, I understand that he died. In the morning I write to him from Kislovodsk to a distant village near Saratov, in which I describe my strange dream. He says to his mother: "Here is a fool, she is bored there …" And a week after the letter was received, my father dies exactly as I dreamed. It was in 1985.
My place of work for many years is a hotel administrator. In 1992, the hotel was undergoing major repairs and we, the administrators, took turns spending the night in an unpopulated building, locking ourselves from the inside.
Once on my watch at about twelve in the morning I fell asleep. It seems to me that I did not have time to sleep. I lay down to sleep with my head to the window, in which I could see the dense crowns of trees. And suddenly I saw how the dense crown "fell apart" in half and appeared … the moon. It so happened that the moon, as it were, spread her branches with her hands and looked. I suddenly asked: "Who are you?" The answer appeared in my head: "Ask questions." "What will happen to me and my husband's brother in the next two months?" (he was just at odds with his wife and was terribly worried.) Answer: “A test awaits you. Three troubles will fall on your lot. The last misfortune is bitter."
At this time, something fell behind the wall. It fell as if an iron box had been dropped. "What's in there?" I asked. "There's a little dwarf from the star Sirius," I heard the answer and immediately fell asleep. I came home with a terrible headache. The pressure jumped. But I still talked right and left about what happened to me at night. The husband got angry: "And you are there - UFO …" And the next day his brother got drunk, got behind the wheel and crashed into a motorcyclist. The victim was barely rescued, part of his right arm and leg was amputated. The motorcyclist turned out to be a tailor and a father of many children …
Three weeks later, they barely saved my husband. He took a sip from a bottle on which was written "Tarhun", a liquid for washing some kind of machine - terchlorethylene. All night we sat with his brother under the doors of the intensive care unit. At this time, a young nurse came out and told the same young trainee: "And this long one will die by morning." I lost consciousness. Already at dawn she whispered to Igor: "Do you remember the dwarf from the star Sirius?" He nodded bitterly. “So, Vitya cannot die. This is only the second trouble. " In the morning my husband came out to us pale, haggard … And three weeks later my father-in-law was cleaning the well of his mother-in-law and fell into it. Diagnosis: cerebral hemorrhage. Three misfortunes were done in two months, and the last misfortune turned out to be more irreversible and bitter than the previous ones in tragedy”.
Julia Kaunova, Kislovodsk
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