Stories about incredible events that happened to specific people or their close relatives
It happened in a village surrounded by virgin forests, in which, by the will of fate, I had to work. It was a rainy summer day. When I came home from work, very tired and completely overwhelmed, I decided to rest. Throwing off his wet clothes, he blissfully stretched out on the old bed, which creaked plaintively at the slightest movement of mine.
I lay on my back, listening to the monotonous beat of the rain outside the window. This knock, light, ringing, with a tinge of quiet sadness, bewitched, charmed and lulled. Thoughts, always swirling in my head, melted away. And I felt a pleasant heaviness and warmth slowly spread over my body. I was seized by some kind of detachment, primordial emptiness.
And suddenly the heaviness in my body disappeared, and I felt an amazing lightness, bordering on weightlessness. What is it? The bed creaked and I began to slowly climb up. I was floating in the air! No, I didn’t sleep or even doze. I distinctly heard gusts of wind and the sound of rain outside the window. I listened to my body, to unfamiliar sensations, and did not even try to analyze them. Yes, it would be impossible - I was in euphoria. My soul was filled with insane glee.
How long I was in the air, I don't know. Perhaps five minutes, perhaps more. But then I began to descend slowly. The body touched the bed, and a weight began to fill me. She came in a powerful wave from below, from the ground. The bed creaked under my heavy body, and I realized that it was all over.
For a while I lay with my eyes closed, enjoying the indescribable bliss that seized me. Then I got up and looked at my watch. My unusual rest lasted just over twenty minutes, but I felt so rested as if I had slept for eight hours.
S. N. Blasernik, Tver region, Peno
In my student years, many guys and girls were eager to join student construction brigades to earn money. However, not all units were monetary. There were some where students came as if on vacation. They were fed there, no one was straining at work and, as a rule, a cheerful company gathered.
This is exactly what the detachment for the restoration of one inoperative monastery was. We settled down, hastily repaired some sheds for housing, right on the territory of the monastery courtyard.
There was a river nearby. Go to her - through the cemetery. Ancient graves overgrown with human-sized burdocks …
Once, the girls-students at night looking were going to go swimming. The guys decided to play a trick on them and, taking a few sheets, went to the cemetery to wait in ambush. However, the girls noticed their gathering. They figured out from what grave they would be frightened, and themselves settled down nearby under burdocks.
And now the student, getting ready to scare the girls, gets up on the grave, begins to unfold the sheet, and a hand, cold and wet with dew, crawls into his trouser leg from below. The guy's cry, I think, went down in the history of not only student groups, but also the monastery. Then the failed joker told the girls that you can scare to death. "Which one of you has such cold hands - like the dead man's?"
From the cemetery to the river the girls walked contentedly. They laughed.
- And Irka! Irka is great! How she is in his pants!
- Yes, it is not me. Tanya.
- How could I? Well I was sitting far away.
- Who, then? Girls? Who?..
Yuri Pavlovich, St. Petersburg
In the village of Verkhnyaya Rostov Region, I heard an unusual story, which I myself did not really believe. But the locals swear it's all true.
The Orlovka River flows not far from the village. In June 2003, five people drowned in it. It would be called a tragic accident, if not for one oddity. Bites and blue spots were found on the bodies of all drowned people. It seemed that someone was grabbing the unfortunate with tenacious fingers and dragging them to the bottom.
And in this village there lived an old woman, her name was Baba Sasha. It was she who remembered either a fairy tale or a legend that girls who died before the wedding become mermaids. And mermaids are famous for tickling, strangling, biting people, and then pulling them to the bottom. In April of that year, Tanya Tka-chenko drowned herself in Orlovka: a twenty-year-old girl could not survive the betrayal of her groom. Her body was never found. Baba Sasha said that the drowned were probably Tanya's handiwork. She will continue to take revenge on people until her soul calms down.
Neighbors began to joke at Baba Sasha that, they say, she fell into childhood in her old age: she herself believes in fairy tales and hangs noodles on others. The old woman was offended, of course. And the next day the man drowned in the river again - the guests came to Baba Sasha, drank and went swimming. One of them I choked. What is there to be surprised at? There is no need for a drunk to climb into the water. Yes, only when three days later the body was found and taken out of the water, there was a clear bite mark on his shoulder …
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I must say, this was the last drowned man. Since then - as cut off, the river has stopped its terrible "leprosy". And a few years later, one of those guests who swam drunk again found themselves in Upper. It was he who told the villagers that after the drowned man had been found, Baba Sasha went to Orlovka at night and allegedly spoke there with Tanya Tkachenko. What did you talk about? She seemed to persuade her to go to the cemetery, where, at her request, the men dug a grave for a bottle. “Go,” the old woman begged, “go, Tanechka, rest, you are very tired”. Well, she supposedly went. And in the morning the men filled up the grave and set a stone.
Tatiana Bondina, Rostov-on-Don
I'll tell you a case from my childhood. On that day, dad brought home a ticket to the pioneer camp. The year was 1966, and not every child was so lucky to go on vacation in the summer. Plus my dad bought me a tracksuit! Spinning and dancing in the middle of the courtyard, I was happy about my future trip. And suddenly, as if an icy hand squeezed my heart - I had a strange thought: if I go to the camp, I will never see either my mother or my father … What to do? Refuse? Don't go? I was dumbfounded. How do I explain this to dad? He is an atheist and does not believe in any premonitions. I didn’t tell anyone about this, and in the evening I silently watched my mother packing a large suitcase for me.
The month in the camp passed calmly. I suppressed the foreboding of trouble, which I had over and over again. Finally, we go home. But we, children from Taganrog, were brought late at night to the port. All the guys were quickly dismantled, I was left alone. Soon my dad came - he worked in the port on the night shift, but he was allowed to take me home.
We drove for a long time, with two buses. Two guys got on the second bus with us. They got off at the same stop and followed us for a long time. Ahead was a wasteland. The guys seemed to have lagged behind, but soon I heard an iron clang from behind - they pulled out a metal pipe from someone from the fence.
Cape dad reached the middle of the wasteland, when suddenly there was a stamp from behind. These guys run up to us, one hits Dad on the head with a pipe, the other pulls out his suitcase, and I have Dad's work bag. From the jerk, I turn around, I see blood streaming down my father's face, and the bandit who once again brandishes his terrible pipe. It was a full moon, I saw everything clearly and uttered a wild, animal-like cry from horror. Dad managed to cover the bloody wound. The blow fell on his arm. We ran to the nearest houses. They ran up and knocked on the windows. Lights came on in many windows, but they didn’t open for us.
Dad's acquaintance lived nearby who had a car. It was he who took us to the hospital.
From a strong fright, I stopped talking. The doctors could not help me. Mom took me to a healer, and she cured me in one day.
Since then I was not afraid of anything, but I had no premonitions either. Recently, a healer friend said that I have a very strong guardian angel. It was he who saved us on that terrible night …
L. M. Petrochenkova, Taganrog
This happened on August 22, 1943 at 10 o'clock in the evening, 15 kilometers from Orsha on the Moscow-Minsk highway. The mortal danger did not frighten me, I was not afraid of injury. Although he managed to notice that the love of life before the battle is exacerbated precisely by those who are destined to die in this battle.
I thought that what was destined by fate would definitely come true. And here is a confirmation of this: we twice broke through the enemy's defenses with huge losses, and I was wounded both times, but I survived.
This time, which I want to talk about, we got some breathing room. From the side of the Germans (they were 400 meters away from us, at the edge of the forest) - not a shot. Silence. We, the tank driver, my messenger (unfortunately, I do not remember their names) and I, the commander of the battalion's communications line platoon, stood at the T-34, next to the trench recaptured from the Germans, and talked about civilian life: who, where and by whom he worked before the service.
And suddenly I felt: now it hurts me, and I have to lie all night in a trench. I immediately told my comrades about this. The driver laughed: "You, comrade junior lieutenant, also say:" Give me an orderly, otherwise it will hurt me now! " I shouted: "There is no time to explain!" - and jumped into the trench. And immediately a six-barreled German mortar howled and roared. Hearing the noise of flying mines, I gave the command: "Take cover, they will cover now!" The tankman rushed for his car, and the messenger rushed into my trench. At that moment all six mines covered us. I was wounded in both thighs, in the lower back, neck, head and right arm, and my messenger had a large splinter stuck in his left arm below the elbow.
Everyone then wondered at my premonition. We had to lie in a trench until four in the morning. In the end, we were taken to a hospital in the village of Komissarovo, Smolensk Region.
Maybe if I had not obeyed my foreboding and then jumped into the trench, I would no longer have been among the living.
Panin Pavel Vasilievich, Kemerovo region, village Tyazhinsky
About three years ago, on Easter night, my cousin walked with his friends in our village. Either they overdid it with alcohol, or because of nothing to do, one of them came up with an idea to joke. In general, the guys brought what they could - some a hat, some a jacket, some boots, and some old trousers … All this was stuffed with hay, and they got a stuffed animal that looked like a man. They called him Fedka.
And the joke was this: they threw Fedka onto the road and scattered, and then they waited, hiding, for the next night cargo flight. So they ran laughing from one place to another and dragged Fedka along with them. Drivers, one after another, with a rattle of brakes, stopped to help the poor fellow, and as soon as they discovered that they had become the object of someone's stupid joke, they left, cursing and cursing the pranksters.
And now another trucker could not hold back his emotions, poured something on Fedka (maybe gasoline) and set it on fire. Fedka burst into a bright flame, and then suddenly … got up and ran along the road!
Seeing this, the guys first froze in horror, and then rushed home. When my brother ran home, he could not come to his senses for a long time, and then told his grandmother about what had happened. And do you know what she said to the unlucky grandson?
It turns out that on Easter, the Lord God releases souls to earth. Maybe some lost soul raised Fedka to his feet … I don't know whether to believe this explanation, but there is no other …
Barbashin Dmitry, Lipetsk, p. LT
My youngest son Denis was then 23 years old. The guy is above average height, athletic, healthy. He worked as a security guard in a private security company.
One evening Denis did not return from work for a long time - he was on duty at the bar. The wait dragged on, I couldn't sit still. I went from one room to another and prayed to God to protect my son. And suddenly I heard a loud moan in the street. We lived on the second floor, I looked down from the window and saw Denis on the bench. He lifted his head, his pale face illuminated by the lantern in anguish. I opened the window, wanted to ask what was the matter, but my son was gone. In a few seconds, I ran down the stairs to the street. I went to the bench - no one. I ran around the house, looked at every bush - no one! Hiding? No! My son will not joke like that, he knows how I worry when he is late. Then where is he? What's happening? Anxiety squeezed my heart, thoughts began to appear one more terrible than the other.
I cannot say that I am a diligent Christian. I rarely go to church, I know only one prayer: "Our Father." Reading it in an undertone, I came home and repeated it until I heard the steps of my son.
Denis said that the shift was delayed for almost two hours. Having handed over the weapon to him, the son went home on foot, he wanted to breathe fresh air after the smoky room. It was at the beginning of the third. On the way, he was joined by a friend, Igor, also a guard. The guys had covered most of the way when they were suddenly surrounded by five thugs that grew out of the ground. You cannot name them otherwise. Without saying a word, they began waving their fists. Denis and Igor mastered hand-to-hand fighting techniques, fought back as best they could.
And suddenly Denis noticed a knife from one of the bandits. This bastard was going to stab Igor in the back. The son shouted to his friend: “Behind! Knife , - distracted for a second and missed a kick in the stomach. The pain nearly fainted. A strong blow under the knees, and Denis fell to the ground with a groan. He knew, if he didn’t get up, they would kick him and, possibly, kill him. But the sharp, draining pain in my abdomen prevented me from getting up. I thought: “I’m sorry for my mother, she will not survive this,” and suddenly I clearly saw that I was standing between them and the bandits. I'm about to get all the blows. An unknown force instantly brought him to his feet. The terrible abdominal pain disappeared. He scattered the bandits and rushed to help Igor. But he had already done it himself, the thugs flew away in all directions.
Then, comparing all the facts, Denis and I realized: I heard his groan exactly when my son was really moaning from unbearable pain in his stomach. At the time when he saw me in the thick of the fight, I saw him on a bench near our house. But in fact, the distance between us at that moment was about one and a half kilometers.
It's incredible how my son and I, being in different places, albeit for a short moment, but were in the field of visibility of each other? I have only one explanation: when a child is born and his umbilical cord is cut, by God's will, an invisible thread appears, which tightly binds mother and child together for life.
Kapustina Nadezhda Ilyinichna, Smolensk
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