“It was the summer of 1954. A neighbor's guy was walking with a huge bouquet of bird cherry. Told me where she grows. I gathered my friends, there were about eight of us, and in a merry crowd we headed towards the blooming ravine.
When they saw the bird cherry, they rushed to it with joyful shouts. The ravine was deep, small and all-covered in bird cherry. I was also surprised that everywhere bird cherry is torn off, but here it is not touched. This place is near the then closed zone - Volynskoe, Stalin's dacha. I walked along the edge of the ravine farther than my friends, yielding to them the most luxurious branches.
She went down to the bottom of the ravine and began to pick bird cherry. When I plucked the first one, I felt that from behind someone was sniffing right in the back of my head and crunching with branches. I thought, surprised: now, I did not notice how someone followed me. I plucked the second branch, a chill passed down my back: an eerie silence, only a strong crunch of branches around and puffing. I thought it was a brother or a neighbor. The breath is not girlish.
I turned around and saw no one. I was surprised. She shouted: "Guys, where are you ?!" All responded - they were at the beginning of the ravine. I was even more surprised and reached for the branch again and suddenly saw that a translucent male hand was reaching through the branches behind my hand. I pulled my hand back in fright.
The ghostly hand slowly crawled behind the branches. I again reached for the bird cherry, she again appeared behind my hand. And I suddenly realized that if I reached for the branch, a ghostly hand would grab my wrist and that I could not stand it, I would die.
I silently climbed out of the ravine. My heart was pounding like crazy. Having calmed down a little, I again slowly began to descend into the ravine and look for the border where fear appears. Found it! I take a step down: again puffing, cold and horror, I retreat - everything is fine. "Got badly" to the point that horror pierced the whole body. I jumped upstairs, looked around - the sun was all around, warmth, the larks were singing, but here, even near the ravine, it was cold, everything was dead, the butterfly flew and suddenly turned away from the ravine. No bug, no crow - everything is dead. The guys were silently breaking the bird cherry. I called out to them: "Guys, something is creepy here!"
All, as if on command, just as silently flew out of the ravine and started to run to the houses. Their fear spurred me on. I was then an athlete and ran and swam better than them. I ran so fast that my ears whistled, but to my surprise, I didn't catch up with the guys.
When I ran, I felt: someone was catching up with me - I heard stamping and puffing. I was surprised: didn’t I really notice and overtook someone? Turned to the left - no one, to the right - the same. We ran about 1.5 km. When they reached the outermost houses, everyone stopped at once and excitedly began to tell each other who saw and felt what. Everyone in the ravine was silent, thinking: it seems to them. And yet everyone was guided by me. Since I am silent, then everything is fine. My words for them were a confirmation that the ravine was unclean, and a signal to flee.
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I asked my mother why it was so scary in the ravine. She said: this ravine used to be buried drowned and strangled. She ordered me not to go there again.
Several years have passed. I already worked, I got married. Once we came to visit our mother. Sitting in a hammock, I suddenly remembered that unusual incident and decided to check again. I tell my husband:
"There is such a beautiful place here, the flowers there are extraordinary, would you like to show them?" He agreed.
All the way I talked about the beauty of this corner. They began to approach the ravine. I discreetly watched my husband. At first he was silent, then he began to twist his head, became so tense. I say:
"Let's go further, we'll cross the ravine to the other side, it's even better there." And I myself keep watching him furtively. He reluctantly agreed, but kept looking around all the time. We crossed the ravine, I say:
"Let's sit for a while." We sat down, I moved my hand and said: "Look what beauty is around!" He screamed like: “Where, you fool, see the beauty ?! Where did you take me ?! There are not even crows here! Everything is dead, like in a cemetery. No, it's even worse, at least there are crows, but here? !! " “Yes,” I say, “at the age of 17, I experienced a terrible fear here, I wanted to check why. Mom said there was a cemetery for drowned and strangled people."
What happened! He jumped up and started running away from the ravine with such speed that I caught up with him only near the railway.
Offended. Long did not speak to me. I explained everything to him that all these years I was tormented by the question: how can you see what is not, and how can you be afraid of what is not visible? “You,” I say, “have confirmed once again that there is something here.” And a few years later a good man hanged himself in this ravine, knowing nothing about the history of this place …"
Raisa Surikova, Moscow