The Alien. Russia

On events will tell T. G. Gavrilina:

— In the evening of 25 November 1990, I went to bed as usual. But, contrary to custom, could not sleep. Lie on the bed, spinning, spinning — I can not sleep! And suddenly the door to my room opens. A woman in a silver jumpsuit. Stood at the door and looks at me with great big eyes. Seeing her, I got scared and crossed himself. And the woman continues to stand near the door and the emphasis is staring at me. After a few seconds the stranger smooth gesture lifted up and forward right hand and aimed the palm on Tatiana Grigorievna. Feels immediately began to permeate her body some rays. They have a maximum impact on the head, which seemed kind of numb under the scalp. T. G. Gavrilina realized that her euthanized. In a panic she tried to block these rays by hand. The feeling rays pierced through the arm, and she instantly went numb. Tatyana lost consciousness.

— How much time passed — I do not know, — she recalls. After waking up I saw that sitting in the oval room on a soft brown seat. To my left are two of the earth is quite a cute girl. Before us a low, on a long table. Behind him, in the distance, near the opposite wall of the hall is some sort of structure, resembling a small remote control on the "remote" hangs on the wall screen, and in front of the "remote control" sitting in a chair by two men. Both are dressed in exactly the same silver suits, what was on the stranger who entered without permission in my house... to the Left of the screen hanging on the wall curtain. T. G. Gavrilina continues his story: — Suddenly from behind the curtain came out two women, one of which I immediately recognized. She was the uninvited guest to my house. Her companion, barely coming out from behind the curtain, sat down at a small table standing on the sidelines. And my "old friend" went to me... Further I remember not very well.

I felt at that moment, some sleepy, lethargic. Only by an effort of will forced myself not to sleep... Suddenly I realize that sitting on a long table, pulling his knees to his chest. Next to me is my "old friend." In her silvery costume, mounted at waist level light that illuminates me. The lady with the light on the belly starts talking, and I know that she communicates with me telepathically, mentally.

She says: — Now I will check your health, examine the body starting from the ankle joint. And starts to cover my feet with his light bulb, the light beam which runs in the legs from the feet up, stay on the knees.

I said, ' What are you, my dear, my knees check? Nothing interesting there. — Then to show his hand at the two girls standing at some distance, and suggest to get those young, study. No need to study me. I am no longer young people.

Well, maybe you're right, — dropped as if in passing the lady with the light on the belly, but continues to drive a luminous beam through my body. Until it does, one sitting at the "remote control" men watching me, from time to time casting a look at the "remote". The second is not paying any attention to me, engaged in their own Affairs. There comes upon me a sort of Epiphany: I was in an experimental group of people-earthlings, which checks whether there is among them a single healthy person. There is a strange, as if embedded in the brain from the side, the idea that a piece of paper, which lies on the side of the "remote" in front of a man watching me is a list of the experimental group, and I'm on the list — the last one.

The woman with the light bulb on the waist suddenly the Knees is normal but the stomach is in a terrible state. — Is it possible to cure it? — I am interested in.

And hear the telepathic response: — to cure, you need to put on night eye a branch of a tree... the Answer is a strange, strange, however I do not have time to consider it and to ask clarifying questions. Lose consciousness. T. G. Gavrilin came around after an indefinite time, and realized that once again sitting on the soft brown seat and no longer on the table.

A man sitting in a chair for the "remote control" and translates the look from Tatiana Grigorievna on "remote" and then back at her, also not bent over in his chair. He stands next to Gavrilina and hands her a few narrow little boxes, made of something similar to cardboard.

— I take the box in hand, — says Tatyana, and have a gut feeling that the two earth girls that are here in this oval room, very jealous of me. I look at boxes and sluggish think: well, why do I need all these boxes? They were in my hands about six or seven. I turned them in his fingers, examined from all sides and decided to leave for the two shortest and the longest. And all the others gave the two girls... you should have Seen how excited they were!

The man, handing me boxes and stands silently next to me, in what does not interfere. Open a long box. You see, there are figures like chess, but not chess. Open short box, and in it something resembling dominoes, but also not Domino, and something else.

The man, turning to me, says mentally: It is our marmalade in the Sahara. Try. I took out two boxes of candy. One gave the girl standing closer to me than her partner. And another piece of candy shoved in my mouth. And once in the stomach's ached — she had severe pain. A man in a silver suit, the "Martian", "the commander of the Martians", as I have outlined it for myself, I saw that I felt bad. He quickly stepped to the "remote" and pressed some buttons on it.

Rang a loud bell, and I instantly blacked out. T. G. Gavrilin came to, lying on the bed in his own house. As she got home, the woman did not remember. The pain in my stomach has calmed down completely. Tatyana felt fine.

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