Sometimes very unusual, one might say, incredible stories happen in life. For example, I've never met werewolves myself, but I know people who have dealt with them. I'll tell you a case from the life of a friend of mine.
In 1975, my younger sister was dating a guy named Nikolai. And at one time he was in practice in a remote village and went to the regional center to see my sister on a date on a motorcycle. The distance is decent, about 20 kilometers. Nikolay left in his "Voskhod" in the evening, after work, and in the morning, at the beginning of the working day, returned back.
And then one day, it was in the fall, he left my sister at about six in the morning. He was driving along the road and suddenly saw a girl come out from behind a tree and invitingly raised her hand, asking Nikolai to stop. There was nothing unusual in this, since there was no bus service between the taiga villages and people usually got there by passing transport.
Only the girl's clothes were unusual - a dark dress too light for autumn. No things, no purse in hand. Nikolai decided that this girl, apparently, was in the regional center for dancing in the house of culture, and in the morning she was returning home. Local youth sometimes did this.
Nikolai stopped the motorcycle. He looked at the girl with interest: young, about eighteen years old, her dark hair was braided in a heavy braid that sank below her back. The dark dress hugged a slender chiseled figure.
Nikolai even lost his breath - the girl was so beautiful. She sat down behind, tightly wrapped her arms around the guy, pressed her hot body to his back and, touching his ear with her lips, whispered:
- Let's go, iris.
Nikolai was already thinking badly, he himself did not understand how he drove a motorcycle along a dirt road among fields and dense birch groves. Thoughts were only about this girl who was sitting behind him. Crazy youthful fantasies swarmed in my head. But his ear was again bathed in hot breath:
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“Don’t even dream, iris. Oh, I'll ruin you, dear!
Nikolai's steering wheel almost escaped from his hands. He was terribly uncomfortable because the girl seemed to read his thoughts. He felt his face burn with a hot fire and sweat streaming between his shoulder blades.
About five kilometers before the desired landing, the motorcycle suddenly stalled. I rolled a little by inertia and stopped in the middle of a majestic pine forest. The girl jumped off the seat, took a few steps to the side. And Nikolai bent over the engine, trying to find the problem.
Suddenly he heard a rustle behind him, and an old, raspy voice said:
- Thank you, iris, gave me a lift home!
Nicholas looked around in surprise: an ancient old woman in some rags was standing in front of him. Leaning on a gnarled stick, she looked at him with red eyes. She raised her gnarled hand to her face and smoothed the gray, matted hair that stood out from under the kerchief.
“Don’t torture your horse, whale, but better go your own way and don’t look back.” Otherwise, no matter how I ruined you, dear! - the terrible old woman mumbled with a toothless mouth.
How Nikolai lifted the motorcycle from the ground and how he rolled it to the village along the road through the pine forest, he did not even remember. I woke up only near the hostel, where his friends-friends had already gathered before going to work. They hardly pulled the guy away from the motorcycle, which he grabbed with a death grip. They took me into the hostel by the arms, put me on the bed.
Only in the evening did Nikolai begin to gradually come to his senses. The friends tried to find out: what happened to him, if he ran as fast as he could out of the pine forest, rolling a motorcycle, and then lay all day looking at the ceiling with glazed eyes? But Nikolai was silent.
Then the village foreman Mikhalych came, who explained to the guys that, most likely, Nikolai met a werewolf in the forest. It turns out that such cases sometimes occurred in those places: either a pig chases a lonely traveler, then a horse chases all the way. Tractor drivers in the fields sometimes saw a strange woman in white walking at dusk. They tried to catch up with her, but she suddenly disappeared into thin air.
This is the story that happened to my friend. And nobody thought to laugh at him. Only Nikolai stopped going on dates to my sister. And the other guys, one by one, did not meddle in the forest. Who knows: what if a werewolf meets? Why tempt fate?
Vladimir Zhorzhovich NIKOLAEV, p. Oktyabrskoe, Voronezh region From the magazine "Non-fictional stories" №19
