By V. A. Agapov, St. Petersburg: I have been collecting stories for a long time about all sorts of mysterious and inexplicable phenomena that happened to my family, friends, acquaintances. Often in many such stories there is a grain of fiction. Well, what about it? It's beautiful not to lie - the story cannot be told But the case that I want to tell you about, unlike many similar stories, is officially documented. Moreover, many people who still live both in St. Petersburg and in other regions of Russia have witnessed it.
In May 1995, Major Pyotr Ivanovich came to St. Petersburg from the 14th Army (I do not give his last name for ethical reasons) to undergo training at the Central Artillery Officer Courses. Arrived alone, his wife and little son stayed at her husband's place of permanent service in Transnistria.
The separation promised to be short-lived, only three months - that is how much time was allotted for advanced training in the position of “deputy division for educational work”. We settled Peter together with other students in a hostel on Nepokorennykh Avenue.
And in June, fellow students, teachers, and especially roommates began to notice that Peter was constantly in some kind of depression. However, no one could understand the cause of his depression. The major himself did not want to share his problems with anyone.
One Friday, in order to dispel Peter's gloomy mood, a roommate with whom he managed to make friends, invited him to go to the bathhouse. It was located nearby, just five minutes walk from the Square of Courage, and was popularly called "puck". Peter did not want to go to the bathhouse. Having exhausted all his eloquence, the neighbor left alone. Imagine his surprise when, after some time, he saw Peter entering the locker room. By that time, the roommate had time to steam, wash and was already dressing, so Peter had to go to the steam room alone.
No one will know what exactly happened in the steam room, because, except for the major, there was no one there. One thing is known: a visitor who came there after some time found Peter lying on the hot floor. Apparently, in the steam room, he felt bad and lost consciousness. The major lay on the floor for fifteen minutes.
The visitor who found it called people for help. They carried Peter out of the steam room and brought him to his senses. Lying on the hot floor, the major received severe burns, but nevertheless found the strength to get dressed and, with the help of a friend, walk to the hostel.
However, in the hostel he felt very bad. The burns were much worse than they seemed at first. The commander of the training department, who was reported about the incident, called an ambulance, and Peter was taken to the Solovyov hospital.
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It seems that all the worst was left behind - Peter was in the hospital under the supervision of doctors. The next day, he was even able to write an explanatory note about what happened to him. Nothing seemed to portend a tragic outcome. And suddenly, a few days later, Peter's condition suddenly worsened, and, despite all the efforts made by the doctors, on June 25, 1995, the major died.
As expected in such cases, according to the order of the command, an inquiry was organized into the death of a soldier. A freelance military interrogator, Major Mikhail Alexandrovich, was assigned to see him out. He, with his characteristic highest sense of responsibility, in the shortest possible time found and interviewed all persons who, in one way or another, were witnesses of this tragic story.
There were quite a few of them: the ambulance crew, the hospital doctors, and the regulars of the bathhouse who were in the “puck” that day and saw what happened, and, of course, Peter's roommates in the hostel. All readings were properly recorded, documented and arranged.
I personally managed to get acquainted with this case. What struck me was the testimony of the roommates. They remembered that two weeks before Peter's tragic visit to the bathhouse, a colleague, the battalion commander, his immediate superior, came to see him. He came from Tiraspol to St. Petersburg to graduate his son from the cadet artillery corps. Of course, he could not help but drop in to his subordinate.
As the roommates who were present during their conversation said, leaving, the battalion commander lingered at the door and, after a little hesitation, said:
- You know, Peter, I didn't want to tell you, but I can't help but tell you. Before my departure to St. Petersburg, I looked at yours to find out how they were doing. Your wife said that everything is fine with them and that only the condition of her son worries her. He has been waking up at night lately, crying and saying the same phrase: “What are you doing? Why are you burying my dad in the ground ?!"
At these words, everyone in the room was dumbfounded. This was what caused the major's depression. And after three weeks Peter was gone!"
