Researcher of anomalous phenomena Aleksey Priyma at the beginning of the 2000s talked with an elderly resident of Rostov, N. O. Trofimenko. She told him about a unique incident that happened when she was still a little girl.
“It was a long time ago,” the pensioner recalled, “back in the thirties. My grandfather was known in our near Don village for treating people with herbs, and sometimes with conspiracies. Even the local big bosses turned to him for help. And the grandfather cured them. That is why, probably, the NKVD did not touch my grandfather, although the time in the yard was fierce. Every now and then some of my fellow countrymen were arrested.
And then one day my grandfather worked a miracle! Only members of our family knew about this miracle of his - my mother, my two brothers, my father and me. Grandfather strictly forbade us to talk about the miracle. We didn’t talk. Everyone understood that if he started chatting, he would immediately end up in a prison cell for "religious propaganda."
He revived his son, that is, my father. Dad worked as a cattleman on a farm. He worked from morning till night like a damn. So it was reworked. Probably overstrained. He came home late one evening from work, entered the hut, fell to the floor and died.
At that moment I was here, in the hut. Father fell and died right before our eyes - my mother, my brothers, grandfather and me. We were all sitting in a hut then. I screamed in horror. The brothers began to cry. Mom started crying too.
And my grandfather silently squatted down next to my father and felt the pulse on his hand. Then he said, “Yes. Dead. " Mom burst into tears already in full voice, and grandfather thought for a long time. And suddenly he says: “Leave the hut to the courtyard. Get out of here quickly! I'll try to revive him now. " Mom says to him through tears: “What are you talking about, old one? The dead do not come to life. " And the grandfather answered: "If you ask God very strongly, it happens, sometimes they come to life."
Mother: "How do you know this?" Grandfather: “My grandfather told me. He was a great sorcerer, so he once told me how to revive the dead … Get out of the hut! I'll try to revive my son. If it doesn’t work, then it’s impossible to revive. Not allowed. It turns out that his term has come, more than appointed. And it will turn out - well, thank God. Allowed, then, he still live."
My mother and brothers and I left the hut into the courtyard. Mother took my brothers and me to the barn where the hay was kept. She told us this: “Get away from sin! Our old man is not starting a work of God. How can you awaken the dead ?!"
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After about an hour, footsteps were heard in the yard. The barn door flew open, and my father and grandfather walked into the barn one after another. We couldn't believe our eyes when we saw our father come to life! With a yell, his mother threw herself into his arms. What started here! How much joy it was!
Later, the grandfather told about what he was doing. That same evening. My father persuaded him long and hard before he agreed to tell. My grandfather said that after praying to God, he laid my father on the floor, face and chest up, and he lay down on top of him. Then, as he put it, he stopped thinking at all. I began to mentally and continuously repeat the same phrase: "Lord, allow the soul to return back to the body!"
According to him, he, in a certain special witchcraft way, which his grandfather taught him by his own, drove himself into a state of intoxication. And he kept repeating and repeating that phrase. Grandfather called it a witchcraft dope. He didn't know how much time had passed. Lost sense of time. And suddenly, he says, he felt a certain energy pouring from top to bottom through his whole body into the body of my deceased father.
But no, he didn't say that word - energy. He said something like this: “Warm fresh milk was pouring through me like rain. A milky rain fell through me. And every drop of it trembled violently. And then the milky rain of quivering droplets stopped. And then, no one knows where, the dope disappeared, enveloping his grandfather, as it seemed to him, from all sides.
Grandfather opened his eyes and stared into the eyes of my father, on whom he was lying on top. Father's eyes were also open. Father breathed … But he himself did not remember any of this. My brothers and I specifically asked him about this. He said he just fell into darkness.
The grandfather, according to him, received this gift from his grandfather and perhaps wanted to pass it on to one of us. But he didn't have time. The war soon began. She also came to our region. Grandfather was killed by a fragment of an exploding aerial bomb …