Georgy I., Candidate of Technical Sciences from Kharkov, once decided to spend his next summer vacation in the Carpathians. He settled there in a tiny Hutsul house, hiked along mountain paths and at the same time wrote a dissertation on management in modern communication systems.
“And there this strange story happened. There was a thunderstorm. Thunderstorms in these places happen quite often and have a short enchanting character. In a few minutes, the blue sky is covered with clouds, it darkens sharply, thunder rumbles so that you involuntarily cover your ears with your palms, a dance of sparkling lightning begins in the sky.
I got into a thunderstorm more than once. I never felt fear of her.
This time a thunderstorm caught me on the way to the house. It remained to walk about two hundred meters and cross a narrow, but deep gorge along a makeshift suspension bridge, and there it was just a stone's throw to the house. As I approached the bridge, something happened to my legs. As if heavy clods of earth were stuck to the soles.
It became hard for me to walk. The weight began to rise to the knees, then swept over the thighs. At the very bridge I stopped. I didn't want to step on the flimsy swinging bridge with feet that refused to obey. But I overpowered myself and, before taking a step forward, reached out to grasp the rope railing stretched along the bridge at shoulder level.
The movement was sharp, so I hit my fingers quite painfully. The water flooded my eyes, and I decided that my hand had hit the railing.
I made the second attempt to grab the rope railing carefully, following the movement of my hand with my eyes. Fingers bumped into something again. There were still a few centimeters to the rope.
I was taken aback! He began to feel the space in front of him with an outstretched hand. It was a barrier, completely invisible, but clearly perceptible.
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I held out my other hand - it also rested on something smooth and transparent, as if there was a wall of invisible glass between me and the bridge. Its transparency was absolute. No even minimal optical distortion was observed.
In utter confusion, I stared blankly at the slightly swaying bridge when lightning struck it. If the “wall” hadn't stopped me, at that moment I would have been there, on the bridge …
I've never seen lightning so close in my life. I didn't even have time to see anything except a very bright flash. I did not feel any heat, not a jolt - nothing, as if the "wall" protected me from everything that could only be protected from.
The smoking remains of the bridge hung in the gorge, the transparent barrier disappeared, the weight from the legs was gone. To get to the house, I had to detour about three kilometers, but I walked like a somnambulist - thoughts about what had happened were driving me crazy …
I wrote my thesis. He defended himself. However, something in myself has changed. I began to look at the world with different eyes and more and more often ask myself the question: “What are you wasting your strength and energy for? All this is decay and vanity."
The story with a transparent "wall" that saved me from certain death made me believe in the existence of some higher powers …"