"It's time to find out what's in the universe, Wherever you turn, - a question, not an answer"
- Afanasy Fet
It is not easy to believe everything that is described below. But only for those who rarely leave the house, even less often get into a car traveling at a speed higher than the speed of a pedestrian, and have never been to war. Because, as for those who have at least once smelled gunpowder or simply been in a serious scrape, for those who have never been the subject of "luck in dangerous situations". Why are some lucky, others not? For what reason some are killed by an accidentally fallen brick, others cannot be sent to the bottom by a storm raging for weeks? Below are just some of the reliable stories "from the life of guardian angels" through the mouth of their wards:
In the 19th century, a sailor became famous, who escaped in the most terrible shipwrecks three times, and each time remained the only survivor. Although he was already called a household name by the name Hugo (or Hugh) Williams, his real name was James Jones. As confirmed by the Admiralty and the Lloyds List, he was the only survivor of the sinking of the Stockton and the Catherine Sea. He was the only one who escaped from the ship "Duncan Dunbar", but since he was only a sailor, he could not comprehensively explain the cause of the disaster. But he remained unconvinced, believing that Captain Green, leading the clipper south, along the entrance to the harbor, mistook the light of the South Head lighthouse for the light of the North Head lighthouse and, having made a turn to the left, ended up instead of entering the harbor in front of the rocks Geng. Johnson decided not to tempt his fate at sea anymore and became the keeper of the Nobby Head lighthouse … 1866 - he again distinguished himself by taking part in the rescue of the crew of the steamer Cauarra, which was wrecked near this lighthouse …
1996 - Olya Suvorova, a twenty-year-old resident of Kazan, wore almost 40 deadly splinters in her head for long weeks. At the end of November, she was brought barely alive in the neurosurgery department. Diagnosis: open gunshot wound in the right temporal region and damage to the frontal lobes of the brain. A drunken bully at a party shot Olya point-blank. The fact that she survived is a miracle, which the doctors helped to accomplish. With the help of special therapy, they prevented the formation of intracranial hematoma. And soon Olya was able to get up from the hospital bed … The newspaper "KP", writing about Olya, did not exaggerate that she was born in a shirt. That's for sure. One spring she was drowning in the icy Kaban Lake because a boat capsized. Her fiancé Yura, an excellent swimmer, drowned. And Olya, who never knew how to swim, was picked up by fishermen. ["KP" 26.12.1996] … How many more times does she need to stay alive in order to doubt the randomness of what is happening? …
1997, summer - the driver Oleg Kozlov, who works on television in the city of Volzhsky, told me about his recent traffic accident. In the beginning, he laughed more and more - here you are, they say, talking about some miracles that do not happen. But then, having laughed off, he suddenly became serious. “Actually, I had a case not so long ago that I can't explain in any way. Don't laugh. Once, probably, my guardian angel saved me … It was like this. On my "Moskvich" I settled down on the rise behind some slug. Several times I tried to overtake, but oncoming cars interfered. Completely exhausted to lag behind. In the end, I see - the road ahead is clear, it's time to taxi to the left. I twist the steering wheel as usual, but here it was as if some inner voice ordered me, and I - myself did not understand why - sharply back. And - where did he come from - from behind the hillock appeared and at breakneck speed sweeps past the loaded "Kamaz"! I even sweated. If not for the "inner voice" - I would not have had time to turn away from him anywhere! What was - what was. You can believe in guardian angels "…
Of particular interest are people who survived in spite of everything and everyone, those who survived, as if buried alive. During the Second World War, there were riff-off heads in the Soviet army, of which two, three, and some four times were credited to the lists of the dead and sent home funerals.
In the “Book of Memory”, published in the Kursk region, among others, there are the following lines: “Moiseenko Ivan Efimovich, private soldier, village Svyatsk, Russian. Drafted by the Novozybkovsky GVK, military unit 16714. Killed in action 1944-29-02. Buried: Kiev region ". The same Moiseenko, who was considered killed in the battle near the village of Cheremisskoye, was included in the lists of the dead and at least one more time, but … survived, survived captivity, waited for release in the Nazi death camp 17 "b" near Vienna, survived many fellow soldiers, and at the end of 1990 -x years he moved to live with his old woman in the village of Svyatsk, in a zone prohibited for living after the Chernobyl disaster [Trud 1998, December 18, p.5]. He lives now and there - in spite of death …
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1998 - the St. Petersburg newspaper "UFO" published such a strange letter from its reader, a former military man: "… In 1973 I was sent to serve in one of the units of the South-Western Military District. The head of the clothing service in it was already a middle-aged, plump, medium-sized Major Sidorenko, very active. He knew his business and performed well. Once, in a conversation with my colleagues, I expressed surprise that, they say, the major is already fifty years old, and he still serves. Everyone smiled, and one said that the major was not 50, but all 60, but he was special, lucky, and that's why he serves … In the late 1940s, while still a lieutenant, Sidorenko got into a plane crash in the Caucasus.
The plane fell on the mountainside covered with deep snow and exploded. During the explosion, the tail of the plane was torn off entirely and thrown almost 100 m to the side. And Sidorenko was sitting on the plane in the very last row of seats, that is, in the tail. Along with him, there were five more people in the tail. People could not get out on their own, and help did not come soon. On the third day, rescuers removed five corpses from the rumpled tail and the wounded and frostbitten Sidorenko. A strong young body coped with the wounds, and after treatment the lieutenant successfully continued his service.
In the 1950s, Sidorenko, already being a captain, served in the Pamirs. And it so happened that the car with people, on which he was traveling, fell into the abyss. They managed to lift people from the abyss, but only Sidorenko remained alive! Crumpled, beaten, with broken limbs, but alive … Again a hospital, a sanatorium, and again - in operation.
In the 1960s, Sidorenko was transferred to the Krasnodar Territory. And one sunny summer day he happened to ride on a motorized railway carriage on business. And it must be the same, for some reason, the trolley went off the rails, flew off the high railway embankment and crashed into the mighty oak standing there! And again, everyone who was in the carriage was killed, and the officer got off with bruises!
When Sidorenko was fifty years old and it was time to end his service, personnel officers could not fire him in the reserve. As soon as the execution of the relevant documents began, the authorities demanded Sidorenko to resolve the suddenly arising issues of clothing supply! Sidorenko got involved in active work, and the case of his dismissal was postponed until a more appropriate time … Only two years later he still left military service. " ["UFO" 1998, N 4, p.26] …
Here is an almost verbatim retelling of one of the many published cases that occurred during the armed conflict in Chechnya: “… We chose a small clearing on one of the peaks of a ridge stretching for many kilometers. It was daybreak, and therefore it became dangerous to go further. Fighters of the group powerlessly fell straight into the mud. I took refuge on the rhizome of an ancient tree stump and began to refine our coordinates with the help of a map. It turned out that the base of the "spirits" was literally on the slope of a neighboring mountain, and in order to scare away a possible enemy, I decided to call artillery fire on the top visible in the direction of our further movement. It was a couple of kilometers before it, so a few cucumbers (shells) would not hurt. The artillerymen took the order, and we began to listen, expect a cannon salvo.
Suddenly something indefinite, like a cold soul, washed over me. A sharp shiver ran over the skin. It was as if a scream filled with horror sounded in me. "Wait for trouble!" - rang inside me. I jumped up and froze with wide eyes. I don't know what motivated me then, some kind of instinct, intuition, but I hastily got up, called out to the group's castle: "Petrovich, everyone quickly get up and go thirty meters to the left, under a gray tree," as if consulting with someone at myself inside, I gave the order. The scouts obeyed the order in displeasure, silently scolding me with the last words for "a woman's whim." Yeah, here's the shot.
The first shell, cutting through the thick clouds, whizzed over our heads. The gap. Excellent! Straight to the "Chechen" peak. Another shot - the whistle of a shell. But, God! His whistle is not at all like the previous one. So the projectile hiss only when it flies at us. I understood this immediately. He barked that he had the strength: "Get down!" - and he dived into the clay of a small depression next to the stump. The gap. Lumps of dirt, branches cut off by splinters painfully showered us. I grab the station and shout: "Cucumbers"! Stop your mother! Your trunks give a spacing of plus or minus two kilometers. Hit your friends! " Artillery ceases fire. Their gunner apologized: "Sorry, Gyurza, the barrels are worn out like old boots …"
- Petrovich, are they all safe? - I ask the foreman. - All. Don't worry, commander, I hear the answer. And a little later: - Thank you, commander! - For what, Petrovich? - For this, - and Petrovich nods to the former resting place. Where our fighters were located just five minutes ago, a cooling funnel was smoking hot steam … What was the reason that led to my desire to change the place of the day? Whose words sounded in me with alarm? …
The anonymous author of this story with the call sign "Gyurza" described several more similar cases that happened to him in a rather short period of time ["Day of the Warrior" 1998, No. 4, p. 4]. Does it follow from this that "Gyurza" is a lucky officer? May be. But being observant enough is for sure …
How do those who are being saved feel when salvation unexpectedly (and inexplicably) comes to them?
“Born in a shirt” usually cannot explain what or who helped them. The most observant people only note that they either heard someone's voice with a commanding tone, or felt an inexplicable urge to do something, or momentarily lost control of their mind. As if someone else, more experienced and, of course, wise, took over control of your own body at the right time. It's like in a training machine with duplicated foot and hand control, where an experienced instructor will always hedge the student and hit the brake in time. Only the instructor-driver will usually explain to the beginner the essence of the error and add a couple of brief definitions - for greater clarity; and our own "instructor" returns to us the "steering wheel" we lost modestly and without heroic pathos: on, steering wheels, draw your own conclusions!
And they do! And often such a conclusion: "We do not care, we will get out of the water dry!" I talked with those who openly boasted of their luck, and with those who only dryly listed their experiences with death face to face. And I was fully convinced that modestly and without unnecessary "yakaniya" accepting someone else's help, in my opinion, continued to accept it until the very old age. As a rule, “znayki”, let's call them that, sooner or later still got into an accident, from which no one pulled them out by the scruff of the neck. Invisible “rescuers” were obviously tired of saving them …
Such is the case. So guardian angels exist or not? Of course, the evidence, as forensic experts say, is there. Good job! But, I guess that for most people (excluding, of course, boring scientists), in general, it does not matter - are they angels, guardians (or what should they be called there?) Or who, or what else? … It does not matter - who are they, but God forbid, I would write about them more often …
Vadim Chernobrov