In the early 90s, Elena Potapova from Tula wrote down in detail, then published in a local newspaper a curious "contact story" that happened to a middle-aged lady. The name of the lady is Tatyana Grigorievna Gavrilina.
In the summer of 1987, Tatyana Grigorievna went to the store one afternoon. Coming out of the house, I saw a boy of about six standing on a hillock in the shade of trees. He riveted her attention to himself by the fact that he stood motionless on the hillock, "like a monument", and, most importantly, was dressed completely out of season. There was a terrible debilitating heat outside, and the child was wearing a very tight-fitting jumpsuit. A hat that looked like a helmet wrapped around his head.
“Wow, what an interesting hat they have tied,” Tatyana Grigorievna thought absently. “We attached decorations on top of it that looked like antennas…” Pondering this simple idea, the woman was just passing by the hump on which the boy froze.
Suddenly he asked her in some strange "metallic" voice:
- Who are you?
“I’m mom,” she replied. - I'm going to the store to shop. I just want to buy shoes for my daughter …
Tatyana Grigorievna went to a department store, from where she soon returned home. Then she went to the shops a couple more times, but this time to the grocery stores. And every time, leaving the house or returning home, again and again she stumbled upon the same motionless boy.
As soon as he saw her, he loudly turned to her with another question:
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- And now what have you bought? Where are you going now?
Having finished shopping that day, Tatyana Grigorievna sat down on a stool in the kitchen and became thoughtful. What is this boy? Why is he dressed so strangely? Why is it behaving no less strangely - standing like an idol on a hillock, not even moving your fingers? And it’s like a robot talking …
She never saw this boy again. But it is difficult to say something definite about the connection between the appearance of the strange "boy-robot" and further events in the life of Tatyana Grigorievna Gavrilina. However, for some reason it is believed that such a connection exists.
Let T. G. Gavrilina herself tell about further events:
- On the evening of November 25, 1990, I went to bed as usual. But, contrary to usual, she could not sleep for a long time. I lie, twirl on the bed, twirl - can't sleep! And suddenly the door to my room opens. A woman in a silver jumpsuit enters. She stood near the door and looked at me with her tremendous eyes. Seeing her, I got scared and crossed myself. And the woman continues to stand near the door and stares at me point-blank.
A few seconds later, the stranger with a smooth gesture raised her right hand up and forward and, as it were, aimed her palm at Tatyana Grigorievna. As if the latter immediately began to penetrate her body, some rays. They had the maximum effect on the head, which began to grow numb under the hairline. TG Gavrilina realized that she was being put to sleep. In a panic, she tried to shield herself from these rays with her hand. There was a sensation: the rays pierced the hand through and through, and it was instantly numb.
Tatyana Grigorievna lost consciousness.
“I don’t know how much time has passed,” she recalls. - After waking up, I saw myself sitting in the oval hall on a soft brown seat. To my left are two pretty earthly girls. Before us is a low object, like a long table.
Behind him, in the distance, near the opposite wall of the hall, there is a certain structure resembling a small control panel, a screen hangs on the wall above the “control panel”, and two men are sitting in armchairs right in front of the “control panel”. Both are dressed in exactly the same silvery suits, which was on the stranger who entered my house without asking … A curtain hangs on the wall to the left of the screen.
T. G. Gavrilina continues her story:
“Suddenly, two women came out from behind the curtain, one of whom I recognized immediately. It was she who was an uninvited guest to my house. Her companion, barely leaving the curtain, sat down at a small table that stood aside. And my "old friend" went to me … I don't remember the rest very well. At that moment I felt kind of sleepy, inhibited. Only by an effort of will she forced herself not to sleep …
I suddenly realize that I am sitting on a long table with my knees pulled up to my chest. My "old friend" is standing next to me. Her silvery suit has a light bulb mounted at the waist level that illuminates me. A lady with a light bulb on her stomach begins to speak, and I understand that she is communicating with me telepathically, mentally.
She says:
- Now I will check your health, examine your body, starting with the ankle joint.
And he begins to illuminate my legs with his light bulb, a ray of light from which runs up my legs from the feet up, lingers on my knees.
I say:
- What are you, dear, checking my knees? There is nothing interesting about them. - Then I point my hand at two girls standing at some distance, and advise: - Look at those young ones, study. No need to study me. I am already an elderly person.
“Well, maybe you’re right,” the lady with a light bulb on her stomach drops, as if in passing, but continues to drive a luminous beam over my body.
While she is doing this, one of the men sitting at the "control panel" watches me, from time to time glancing at the "control panel". The second does not pay attention to me, is engaged in some of his own affairs.
Here something like an insight descends on me: I got into an experimental group of people-earthlings, who are checked to see if there is at least one healthy person among them. A strange idea appears, as if embedded in the brain from the outside, that the piece of paper lying on the side of the "remote control" in front of the man watching me is the list of the experimental group, and I am the last on the list.
A woman with a light bulb at her waist suddenly reports:
- Your knees are normal, but your stomach is in a terrible state.
- Is it possible to cure him? - I am interested.
And I hear a telepathic response:
- To cure, you need to put a branch of a tree over your eyes at night …
The answer is strange, incomprehensible, but I do not have time to think it over and ask clarifying questions. I am losing consciousness.
TG Gavrilina came to her senses after an indefinite time and realized that she was again sitting on a soft brown seat, and not at all on the table. The man, who was sitting in a chair at the “remote control” and constantly glancing from Tatyana Grigorievna to the “remote control” and then back to her, is also not hunched over in his chair. He stands next to Gavrilina and hands her several narrow small boxes made of something that looks like cardboard.
- I take the boxes in my hands, - Tatyana Grigorievna recalls, - and in my gut I sense that two earthly girls who are right there, in this oval hall, are very envious of me. I look at the boxes and think sluggishly: why do I need so many of these boxes? There were about six or seven of them in my hands. I turned them over in my fingers, examined them from all sides and decided to leave two for myself - the shortest and the longest.
And I gave all the others to those two girls … You should have seen how happy they were! The man who handed me the boxes stands silently next to me, does not interfere in anything. I open a long box. I see there are pieces like chess, but not chess. I open a short box, and in it is something that looks like dominoes, but also not dominoes, but something else.
A man, turning to me, says mentally:
- This is our sugar jelly. Try it.
I took out two candies from the box. I gave one to a girl who was closer to me than her partner. And I put another candy in my mouth. And immediately something ached in my stomach - severe pain began. A man in a silver suit, this "Martian", "commander of the Martians," as I called him for myself, saw that I felt bad. He quickly stepped to the "remote control" and pressed some buttons on it. A loud bell rang and I instantly passed out.
TG Gavrilina came to herself, lying on the bed in her own house. How she got home, the woman did not remember. The abdominal pain subsided completely. Tatyana Grigorievna felt great.
