Professional drivers always have a couple of interesting, exciting and instructive stories in store. Many of them are mystical. And in terms of respect for omens, superstitions and magical rituals, representatives of this profession will give odds to any creative person.
These people are anxious about the car, like a living being, and intuitively feel when they will be lucky on the road, and when there is no way and it is better to turn around and sit at home.
The story was told by Lesha, who at one time worked as a traveling driver in our company.
In the distant 90s, somewhere at the turn of the new millennium, Lech had an accident. He himself believes that the fault lies entirely with him, since he did not react on time to the instructions from Above. Further, from his words, so as not to misinterpret the meaning of the story.
His wife's father died in the fall, he was buried, as bequeathed, in his historical homeland, two hundred kilometers from Moscow. In winter, they decided not to put a granite slab, they limited themselves to the traditional cross. The wife assured her relatives that by the spring she would definitely build a proper gravestone.
Times were not too fat then, there was no money, so my wife bought the stove somewhere very cheaply in the middle of winter. For several months a granite block was waiting in the wings under the bed.
By the spring, the spouse was overcome by the itch of activity, the snow had not yet melted, but she had already begun to pester her husband with questions when they would go to the cemetery to install the tombstone.
As soon as the spring weather settled in Moscow, Masha dreamed of a trip. It was useless to say that two hundred kilometers from civilization there was still snow, the earth was limp, and even about the road conditions in that area it was generally better to keep quiet!
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On the day appointed for the trip, everything did not go according to plan: it rained from the night, and in the morning the road was frozen. And, most importantly, the keys! He couldn't find the car keys! Usually, he says, he put them on the shelf at the entrance to the apartment, but here they are not found anywhere. I searched all my pockets. Time passed, the wife was angry and urged on, but the peasant had no desire to go. The absence of keys is a Sign! And what a path there won't be, it's clear! You don't need to go anywhere if you can't find the keys to the car. This often happens when Fate dissuades the driver from stupidity. But arguing with his wife was more expensive, thought Lech.
Alexei swore to himself, said the cherished phrase "damn, play, give it to me," and immediately found a bundle under the bedside table. Apparently, the cat was playing with the keychain and threw off the keys.
Leha had an old car at that time - a Zhiguli "six", they knew about the ABS and the directional stability mode by hearsay. The slab was solemnly loaded onto the back seat, secured with flimsy seat belts for reliability.
With grief we drove out in half, my wife was on edge and hurried her husband, they say, at such a pace just in time for the evening and crawl. The road was disgusting: it was raining from above and slippery from below. A heavy gravestone crept suspiciously in the back seat.
And here - the second sign! An accident on the highway, the traffic cops blocked the road, they let one car in each direction. Yes, not just an accident, but with the victims. At this point, Lesha became completely unwell, he was finally convinced that all these obstacles on the road were not without reason. But then we went without incident.
The worm of doubt was still gnawing at the man frantically, as if something bad was about to happen. Darkness and twilight settled in his soul, it became so restless and uncomfortable that he barely coped with the desire to turn the car around and return home. The reason for this was the signs, which Alexei counted at least three, and this, if you do not take into account the bad weather, as if nature itself was against this trip.
Trying not to think about the bad, Lesha focused on the road, but still missed the moment when the irreparable happened, as if someone “averted his eyes”, did not allow him to react to danger in time. The road was a hundred meters ahead empty and flat, and from where this reckless driver flew into the oncoming lane, our hero did not understand. He walked away from the collision beautifully, but not effectively. On the slippery asphalt, the car was driven into the nearest ditch. Everything happened so quickly that he didn't even have time to swear and get scared, only heaven and earth swiftly swapped places a couple of times, and then the car got on wheels.
And the grave plate was unfastened, spun around the cabin with them and flew out through the windshield onto the hood. Why this happened, Alexei did not understand. Either the straps are loose on the bumps, or the luggage is not secured well.
It didn't take long to wallow in the ditch, help came quickly. The kind people who helped to pull the car out of the mud just shook their heads in surprise, looking at the tombstone. We were surprised that the driver and passenger escaped with only fright and a couple of scratches.
Broken windshield does not count, well, it didn't hit anyone in the head.
The travelers returned home gloomy, angry, chilled. The tombstone lay at rest, tightly clamped between the seats. They did not go to any cemetery. Alexei's wife was ashamed of silence, perfectly understanding her guilt. There was nothing so persistent in asking for trouble!
Alexey says that for the first and last time he ignored the signs that Fate sent, because he has been driving for so many years. He knew perfectly well that if something interferes, does not allow you to go beyond the threshold, then there will definitely be no way!
No matter how you try to get around obstacles, they will appear in front of you again and again. Here he did not want to go to the cemetery, but did not listen to his inner voice!
Someone will say that everything that happened was just a tragic coincidence, that the driver was inattentive, irritated and distracted as a result of a quarrel with his wife. Perhaps it is so, if we take into account the material side of life. But there is another concept - in life nothing happens just like that. Clues are given us at every turn, but we dismiss them as annoying flies. No wonder our ancestors had the expression “there will be no way”. They spoke like this when something or someone interferes with the realization of his plan and Alexei's story is a vivid illustration of folk wisdom.