This story took place in September 2014. Saturday, sunny warm day. In the afternoon, my mother called me and said that she and my sister Victoria and her boyfriend Max were going to go to a barbecue in the village of Vladimirovka, Bezenchuksky district, Samara region.
Village Vladimirovka, Bezenchuksky district, Samara region
In this village my mother, Goltsova (nee Pankratova) Nina Pavlovna, was born and spent her entire childhood. Three years ago, she buried her mother there, my grandmother Pelageya Grigorievna. After the funeral, none of us came to my grandmother's grave - after all, the village is far enough away.
So, my mother called and persuaded me to go with them - to relax, to eat barbecue. Well, and at the same time, of course, go to the grave of my grandmother. After all, if earlier it was difficult enough to do it, now Vicki has a new car. We must go while it's warm! But I refused - I had many plans for the weekend.
The three of them went. The next day after a trip to the village, they came to visit me and told me what had happened in the village. What a pity that I didn't go with them!
On the way to Vladimirovka, they bought meat for barbecue and arrived at the place only at about six in the evening. It was quiet, warm, windless. First of all, they went to visit grandmother's grave. The car was parked right on the territory of the cemetery. They searched for grandmother's grave for a long time, but could not find it.
A long time passed, and in the end the grave was found. The nurse opened the gate in the hedge and went inside to lay flowers. And as soon as she did that, the car alarm sounded. Max rushed to the car.
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There was no one in the cemetery except them. The car was not far from the grave. No one seemed to appear next to her. And Max, running up to the car, did not find anyone.
My sister bought a car recently and not long before this trip she checked the alarm. He and a friend kicked the car and hit it with their fists, but the signaling made only one beep and went silent. The previous owner set her up so that she “yelled” for a long time, only if the car was really hijacked, and if she was just kicked or pushed, then she would beep once and that's it. At the cemetery, an absolutely serviceable alarm system screamed for so long as if the car was stolen.
Turning off the alarm, my sister, mom and Max pulled out all the grass on the grave, then got into the car. The nurse turned the ignition key and noticed that the windshield of the car was covered with frost. This despite the fact that outside plus twenty-five and other glasses were warm!
The sister tried to wipe the windshield with a rag. But as soon as she wiped off the frost, he immediately reappeared. Vika turned on the stove in the car, and they waited a long time for the glass to clear. It was only when this happened that they were finally able to leave.
How then I repented that I did not go with them and did not see all this with my own eyes! Next time I will definitely go with them to my grandmother's grave. Maybe it was she who came and made it clear that she was angry - after all, she had not been visited for so long.
Inna Vitalievna KUZNETSOVA, Samara