I am a pensioner. Throughout his working life, from 1970 to 2007, he worked on the railway as an electrician of a contact network. The profession is serious and dangerous - just like sappers, you cannot be wrong. In our workshop, God had mercy, there were no mistakes. And then one day, in 1997, our comrade Oleg died. Not at work.
He was young, healthy, with a young wife and little daughter. He died stupidly: during the feast, the owner of the house was jealous of his wife Oleg and killed him with a knife. We grieved at work, discussed, decided that the wine was to blame for everything, and life flew on …
Black list
Many years later. Suddenly, at the end of March 2005, when I was on vacation, Oleg reminded himself in a strange way. In the morning my wife and I saw my grandson to school, I lay down on the sofa, picked up a magazine, read and read, and did not notice myself dozing off. And I have a dream, and so clearly, as if in reality. We are sitting in the workshop in the study room. I don’t see who is leading the lesson, as well as the faces of my comrades, but I feel that the class is complete. And next to me at the table sits the deceased Oleg and writes something in a notebook, and he lifts its edge so that I cannot see.
- What are you writing there, Oleg? - I ask.
He looked over my head somewhere into the wall and said:
- I will gather my brigade. Here I am writing it down!
Promotional video:
- And who have you already recorded?
- I will not show! - answers.
I woke up not myself. The next day I went to the shop, told my comrades a dream. They just laughed:
- It's time for you, Vladimirovich, to retire!
The first victim
The vacation is over. I went to work. The dream was gradually forgotten. In the shop, my two brothers worked with me: Vladimir and Valery, as well as my nephew, Vladimir's son. And at the end of April 2005, a tragedy struck. Valery was returning home drunk from his friend and met young guys bored from idleness. They beat him to death. When the funeral was over, I suddenly remembered that terrible dream.
Frankly, at first I was very afraid for my second brother and nephew. However, then, on reflection, I realized that Oleg, most likely, takes only those with whom he spent time, as they say, drunk. Neither my second brother, nor my nephew, nor I myself abuse wine and did not drink together with Oleg and Valery. So this brigade was not supposed to get into.
Suicide
The summer passed, the grief from the loss of his brother began to dull. I have already mentally reassured myself that the death of Valery is just a coincidence. And then at the end of August our other worker, Leonid, on the day off on the occasion of the arrival of relatives, arranged a feast. In the evening, after good fun, the guests suddenly heard a shot from the side of the outbuildings. Having come running, they saw that Leonidas was lying dead. Nearby is a gun. The investigation determined suicide.
This is how another one joined Oleg's brigade. Much time has passed since then. There have been no more deaths, and I sincerely hope that brigade will not be replenished again.
Alexander V. GOREMYKIN, Biryusinsk, Irkutsk region