The ethnographer V. Peretz, who lived in the last century, in the article "The Village of Budogishcha and its Legends" gives a story about "the knocking of evil spirits at the door." The evil spirits began banging on the door of the local shopkeeper one night.
The owner of the house, alarmed by the knock, rushed to the door, opened it, but found no one behind it. He closed the door. Again - a loud knock and a very loud cry: "Open it!" The shopkeeper opened the door again. There was no one beyond the threshold.
And so it went on until dawn:
- Open!.. Open!..
Or, here's another quite typical story about alien beeps. In "Northern Tales" Onchukov quotes the memoirs of a peasant woman Stepanida from the village of Korelsky Ostrov. Stepanida once went to the forest to pick berries. As soon as she began to collect
berries, sat down near a bush, when suddenly he hears - a man cried out from the impassable forest thicket. And not just a person, but a relative of Stepanida, her matchmaker Malanya. The peasant woman recognized her voice.
- Get up, let's go! - shouts.
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Stepanida was taken aback. And the voice of the matchmaker from the forest thicket again calls out to her:
- Come on!
The peasant woman later told Onchukov:
- Oh, he scared me before, a shiver went through my heart, my face changed.
Another message on the same topic, recorded by Onchukov.
Nikolai Kuzmin from the village of Susan recalled: once he spent the night in a hut on the shore of a forest lake, but he could not get enough sleep.
- It didn't, survived. Walks, rattles on the roof.
Several times Kuzmin ran out of the hut with a burning birch bark in his hands, illuminated the roof with it, and examined it. Didn't find anyone there. And as soon as he entered the hut again, someone immediately began to stomp on the roof with boots, walk on it back and forth.
V. Dobrovolsky in the "Smolensk ethnographic collection", published in 1891, referred to the testimony of two Russian peasants, who also heard evil spirits. The men were collecting tar in the forest and were late. The night found them far from their native village. Suddenly they hear: a whistle flashed over the forest. He was so strong that the ears of both men were blocked.
They said:
- Both were frightened, began to tick. How he whistled again! We run, and the forest above us seems to fall from the whistle. We run, and "he" again bends him down and whistles, scares. We ran out into the forest, and "he" was whistling and whistling over us; we look up - we see nothing above ourselves. Everything we had was thrown away - we barely ran away.
In 1927, at the railway station of the Trudovaya Chita region, an event occurred that was vaguely similar to the incident in the house of a shopkeeper in Bu-dogishchi. According to a direct participant in the event, Fedot Dutov, a commotion arose in the house where he lived with his parents and brothers on New Year's Eve.
- As soon as we went to bed, - says Dutov, - have not yet fallen asleep … I got caught! On the terraces - there were large windows - I got caught in such a way that even these windows rattled.
Fedot grabbed an ax, and his older brother Innokenty - a revolver.
- Come out - no one, - recalls Fedot. - They walked around the entire fence - there was no one. As soon as they entered the house, the door was locked, they had not yet had time to sit down - again he was caught nauseous of the old one. We went out again - no one was there. And so he rapped like this … Well, until one in the morning … This went on for ten days, probably.
Where, however, a more terrible test fell to the lot of Akulina Suvorova from the village of Ichura of the Buryat Autonomous Soviet Socialist Republic. In 1943, Akulina was a young girl. Her memories of the incident look like this:
- Father at the front … Mother left for the city. She left to sell milk. We called the girlfriends to sleep. And that night we were "frightened". As soon as we went to bed, as we ran across the bed legs, dogs, cats. Once, twice … We got scared, got under the covers. Suddenly there was a crash - crackling, thunder. Glasses flew from the windows, cats yelled - and everything became quiet. We lit the smokehouse, let them look: no cats, no dogs, and, most importantly, all the glass in the windows is intact.
Scarecrow, said Akulina Suvorova.
- Yes, the scarecrow is often where, - the peasant Arseny Zaborshchikov from the village of Varzuga assured the folklorist Balashov on the shores of the White Sea.
And he gave the following example: - That stream was Kipokursky. So, until the old people put up the cross, if, it happened, people after midnight by the stream, full sledges immediately planted someone invisible that the deer could not drag the sled. Now the cross has already fallen, and does not frighten.
Mikhail Kozhin, fellow villager of Zaborshchikov:
- But there was such a case. We went to dig lichen. Well, they dug it up, then they had a dance at the tree … And as they stretched to go to bed, that "it" began to sing. Sasha, my friend, whispers: "They are singing!" And nun Anna - she was with us - and says: “Come on! Whom, - he says, - sings! They themselves danced and made a splash, that's why it seems! " And she herself walks around the spruce, but is baptized, and reads a prayer. And in between times he shouts to us: "Tell fairy tales!" Well, not to listen.
Kozhin also recalls another mysterious case that was heatedly discussed in the village of Varzuga several years before the folklorist Balashov visited these places. Kozhin's fellow countrymen rode through the forest late in the evening on a reindeer sleigh. We stopped due to small need, climbed off the sleigh … And around - drifts, snow, forest like a gloomy wall.
- And suddenly, - says Kozhin, - it got ridiculous, rustled there. Devilry! They lowered the dog and urged it on. The dog through the snowdrifts - into the forest, but how did you start to fight the dog right there!
A couple of minutes later, a dog's corpse was thrown out of the thicket at the feet of the astonished travelers. And on the sleigh lay a mountain of freshly cut firewood. Swearing amicably, the peasants grabbed the logs from the sleigh and began to throw them one after another to where there was a queer noise and noise in the thicket.
Kozhin, ending his story, said with a grin:
- Well, as all the logs flew back and as they whistled with even greater force and whistled, they were already silent.
Great fear seized the men. Pushing, they jumped into the sleigh and, whipping the deer, blew away from this terrible place.
The invisible man, "frightening" in the house or in the forest, is one of the most popular heroes of bylich folklore. He is active, at times too fussy, always defiantly impudent, often aggressive and, in terms of the number of references to him, occupies first place in the list of heroes of the last two centuries. There is no end to his antics!
Yes, here's at least such a case. He is brought by Pomerantseva. According to an eyewitness, he rode in a sled through the forest in winter with his friend. The horse, harnessed to the sleigh, suddenly stopped, and no prodding could move it. An eyewitness reports:
- And suddenly, like from a sleigh, something invisible fell, like iron a pood! And rolled, and knocked to the side.