The newspaper "Meridian" (Kurgan-Shadrinsk) published an unusual letter sent to the editorial office from a resident of Kurgan Lyudmila Alexandrovna. She shared a story about her husband, who had unique abilities, however, she asked not to indicate her last name so that her acquaintances would not recognize her.
“It was a long time ago, more than thirty years ago. I was 17 then. I was friends with a guy named Sergei. We went to the cinema with him, to dances. I was in love with him and, naturally, I often thought about him.
Once, when my parents were not at home, I was tidying up my room and at the same time thinking about my beloved, that maybe we would get married, when I suddenly heard someone's voice! I heard him as if he sounded in my head: "No, your husband will be an alien." I, of course, got scared at that moment, ran to inspect the rooms, but no one was there. Someone invisible seemed to have heard my thoughts.
It all seemed strange to me, because this had never happened to me before. I didn't tell anyone about this then, because I considered it nonsense. I didn't believe in aliens and never saw them. In general, over time, I forgot about it.
After a while we quarreled with Serezha and never met again. About three years have passed since this incident. And then one night I had a strange dream: I was returning home from somewhere in the evening, I was already approaching my house, when suddenly an unknown force pulled me up into the sky, and I found myself in a semicircular room, along the walls of which there were consoles and devices, lights were blinking …
And suddenly I realize that I am inside a flying saucer. In the middle of it, a man sits on something like an ottoman and smiles at me, and then asks: "When will we get married?" This is where my dream ends.
After that, approximately three years pass. And here we are sitting with my colleague in an office together at one of the city's enterprises. Some guy in work clothes comes to us. Says: "I am an electrician, I came to make lighting, the boss sent." “Well, do it,” we replied, since the authorities ordered it.
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He came to us for three days. His name was Victor. Between work, he took breaks to rest. And since my colleague was an elderly lady, he would sit in a chair next to me and start chatting about all sorts of things. Once, sitting like that next to me, he said to me: "You will be my wife," a voice allegedly told him. “Yeah, now,” I replied to him, “I couldn't think of anything funnier?”
As a man I did not like him terribly. “Finish your job and get out of here,” I told him. He obeyed, got up and left. But a few days later he came again and brought apples. The employee and I ate apples and did not suspect anything. And he came every day and brought some kind of treat. Then he started calling me to his home, he wanted to introduce me to my parents. I don't know what influenced me - the treat or his kind attitude - I agreed.
We went to his house after work. He lived with his parents in an apartment located on the third floor in a five-story building. "Look what my parents are!" - he said, as soon as we crossed the threshold. He was clearly proud of them. Before me stood tall, still quite young, decent-looking spouses.
After that, we spent time together almost every day, went to the movies, wandered the streets or went to visit him. Victor was an ordinary young man, brown-haired with brown eyes, tall, thin, with a narrow face.
At first I did not notice anything strange behind him. The unusual thing about him was revealed when his parents went on vacation to the south, and we began to spend more time with him in his apartment. Once I was doing something in his kitchen and thought to myself that it’s good when my parents are not at home, you can behave not so constrained, even if you never returned.
I didn’t say anything to him, but he seemed to have heard it. Victor came up and said: “Listen, don't think bad about my parents, let them live. You have properties that you don't know about yet. And if you find out, you will destroy a lot of people. It was not clear to me how he could hear my thoughts and what his words meant.
Some time passed after that, his parents arrived, and we all began to prepare for our wedding. We were soon married. My beloved was a kind, caring husband. He was kind to the people around him, never shouted, did not swear. Ow a quiet, modest lifestyle. He smoked cigarettes, could drink a little wine or beer on holidays. I can't say what exactly, but still he was somehow different from other people.
Once we were walking around the city with him and saw a stray dog who barked aggressively at passers-by. He says to me: "Look what will happen now." He walked close to him and held out his hand to him. The dog fell silent, and he stroked his head, and the dog wagged its tail. It must have been hypnosis, I thought.
My husband seemed to hear all my thoughts, even the most intimate ones, because he sometimes blurted out to me. Once we were watching a TV show about UFOs. I ask him: "What do you think, why do they come to Earth?" And he replies: “They give birth to their children here. Their women and children live on Earth, while they themselves surf the expanses of the Universe. " I didn’t believe him and said: "They are small, green, people would have noticed them right away."
And he replies: “Those that fly on plates are the same as people, only they have a different psyche. There, far in space, there is a planet very similar to Earth, the same people live on it, only they communicate with each other telepathically. There are no wars. " "How do you know all this?" - I rescue him, but he is silent and only smiles.
And then I asked him: "Are you the only one on Earth or is there still?"
“There is more,” he replied.
Sometimes he asked me strange questions. Once he asked: "Do you remember your past life at all?" “No,” I answer him. "Someday you will remember her, you may dream about her in a dream."
Victor and I had a daughter very similar to him. We have lived with him for over 10 years. But at 40, he committed suicide. Before his death, he confessed to me that he again heard a voice that called him into another world, told him that this world was alien to him.
Sometimes he dreams of me, says in a dream: "I am alive." So I think who he was, a man or an alien, as a voice once told me, and to whom this voice could belong, which the famous Vanga heard too."
