It happened in December 1967. At that time I was 16 years old, I just got married and got pregnant. It was snowing heavily on the day in question. I went home from work for a break. On the way, crossing the town, there was a railway line.
It was unsuccessful, I must say frankly, lying - people often died under the wheels of the train. I almost became another victim too …
When I approached the railway, a train was rushing along the track farthest from me. I waited for it to pass and stepped over the short-track rail. And suddenly there was a desperate cry from behind:
- Train!
It turned out that another train was approaching along my track. I fell from surprise. Hands on one rail, feet on the other, herself in the middle! I raised my head, looked to the left and realized that I had no chances. The locomotive was so close that I met the eyes of the driver, round with terror.
I don't know why, but I wasn't scared at all. A thought flashed through: "Well, he'll hit me on the head, and then I won't feel anything!" In general, I resigned myself. However, the hands somehow, independently of consciousness, pulled the body to the side. Their legs began to help them. Slowly, slowly, hearing nothing around, I crawled out almost from under the train itself, not thinking about anything and not hoping for anything. As soon as I removed my feet from the rails, the train rumbled along them. I heard a desperate obscenity from the driver from above, who flew right over me, having managed to shout out that he was thinking "about such an idiot."
Still not in the least scared, I got up from the snow, dusted myself off and went my own way. Some grandmother stepped towards me - a witness of the incident.
- Pray, daughter, the angels carried you out. You couldn't do it yourself! - she said.
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Later, witnesses told me how it all looked from the outside. It turns out that the train was rushing with a roar at breakneck speed. I really didn't have a chance. But for me everything was different! Events took place as in slow motion, and there was absolute silence around - until the very moment when the danger passed. Many then asked me how I managed to get out. What could I answer? One witness then for many years shied away from me with superstitious horror.
By the way, I got scared, but only later. I dreamed of that train for another six months until the very birth, causing a belated horror.
Willy-nilly, I began to think: how did I manage to escape? Once in a popular science magazine I read about the so-called time capsule. Say, it happens: in a moment of mortal danger, a person creates a special capsule around him, in which time flows at a different speed. Perhaps this is what happened to me? What power do you think saved me?
Lyubov KASHTANOVA, p. Sosnovoborsk, Penza region.