Ghost. Russia

History twenty years ago, I told a sailor of the fishing Seiners Eugene Marako from Sevastopol.

Another case. This time in August 1991.

Tarabanis eleven consecutive months on Board the seiner, I returned to the shore with the sea is greatly exhausted. Back, for starters to death quarreled, as expected, with his next sweetheart, milwaukees in my absence with another lover. Drove her out of the house. Turned on the TV, lay down on the couch. Lie, smoke, re-replaying all the stages of a scandal with this bitch... Suddenly the TV began to emit an unpleasant squeak. Well, to hell with you, I think. Food. I don't have you... then something flashed near the ceiling. I took a closer look and gasped. Hanging in the air near the chandelier some sort of flying thing. Stupid torn from the ceiling here and there thing of indeterminate shape, shining blue light. It vaguely resembled an ear of corn. I wanted to jump up from the couch and, tearing from the body of the shirt, to catch a damn shirt as a net. It was easy to want to — it was not possible to do this. I can't move! Are a fool as a deck. Meanwhile, the blue glowing evil with impunity flutters in pleasure under the ceiling. Well, TV is already dead, and heart-rending howls like a pig, which is going to cut it. And suddenly the "ear" is gone. The TV in the same moment ceased to howl.

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