This story happened to me exactly 20 years ago. I was 15 then. For a long time I didn’t tell anyone about what happened, but when I had my own children, I told them this story, because it looks like a fairy tale.
In the summer of 1997, in the Ukrainian village of Mikhailovka, my girlfriends and I often sat up late on a bench near the house of my grandmother and my cousin.
They lived at the beginning of the village, on the main street. There were houses on one side of the street, and the Psel River flowed on the other. One late evening, when it was already about midnight, this strange story happened.
We were talking, and I suddenly saw a little man, the size of a seven-year-old child. I was surprised: how can a child be on the street at such a time? And he was dressed strangely, all in black. Only his face I could not see.
This "child" emerged from the bushes that grew near the river. The strangest thing: he crossed the road and entered an abandoned courtyard, no one lives there to this day, but the house is still standing.
These are the miracles! I didn’t say anything to the girls, because I myself didn’t understand what it was, and decided not to scare them.
I would really like the readers to see with their own eyes what I saw. My nephew Artem Parfilo tried to accurately draw a mysterious creature from my words.
Alina ALEKSEEVA, Kharkov
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