Brownie. Belarus

The door of the hut swung open, and I rushed to the old woman. Don't know what to look out for, so wandering eyes and writhed in spasms fingers. And worst of scream – whisper:

– Go! Hurry!..

Somewhere inside instantly flashed light emergency exit:"do Not make any of here while the going's good?". Of course, I am materialistic, but...

"Since then, how it all began, we grandson can't live in the house. Flying pots, dishes fall, footsteps from guests on the night pull the blankets... Help! We are afraid to live."

Here is the letter in his pocket. And that's the meeting. Hell, in General. Or poltergeist, says Ekaterina Kuzminichna Ageenkova, a psychologist, with whom we came here.

Terrified grandma pulls somewhere behind the barn, cautiously looking around the house:

– It is impossible for a stranger to me. The signs received from him. Come into the house of strangers, I'll tell you the end of me then. Boy, the grandson, sorry...

Still Sergeevna took us to learn that we are from afar. The house was let and the night has left; come what may. Cheated, right in front of HIM the in – laws gave. And we sit at the table and purposely loud from time to time exchanged courtesies – "thank you, cousins that visited", "Yes, because we are not strangers"... S. brownie cheats for us, we through the power of playing the S. – I don't want to again, her face distorted by fear. And to hold the force of evil, just talk to your neighbor, long time not seen people. And goes through S. my life...

The man she was quite sober-minded about all other forms of life. And not full of the dark lady she was, and quite aware and savvy. Hand file – that you write about all the fantastic story. In the corner, almost unfading gray peephole of the screen. He reminds me of a black hole that sucks the S. into the raging vortex of the "local" events. S. watched the execution of Ceausescu and the destruction of the Berlin wall, the Supreme Council and the sessions Kashpirovsky, national battle and international stores... Then a black hole threw the grandmother and grandson, crowded life on the sand, in my life, unchanging and dull.

What was there in her life, surprised looks on the combination. Spinning the rural nurse as a squirrel in a wheel, all of the people, three children, raised one. And retired – and life seemed to stop.

Early gifts for the holidays, attention, and now no one wants, no one will remember – sigh combination.

The children have grown. Able, the joy of the mother, the boys took to drink and sank. No to them for support. And the daughter's personal doesn't add up. For what?.. And then there's this attack.

In a miserable, crumbling house has been pop and the Chairman of the village Council, regional journalists and the capital shabashniki. Everything went in barely Latanya canopy that neither the Board, the hole, through the warped door without a hint of comfort hatenko. And leaving, shrugged their shoulders to see is not seen, but maybe there's this evil spirit. Who knows? Man on your mind today keeps faith in reserve, just in case – if indeed there is a God in heaven, and suddenly demovick will take root in the attic, and suddenly the afterlife is, and suddenly among us aliens are hiding? Such an emergency replacement but this glimmer of faith to interfere does not interfere, and can be useful.

S. was not superstitious, and now one is forced to doubt.

Here, look, dear cousins, pulls S. Central newspaper, and we read: they say, the phenomenon of the poltergeist has already been proven by science.

Poltergeist in German means "noisy spirit". The voice takes the spirit, the objects fly makes, the water spoils, then fire. Anyone of the spirit to see no chance, and his antics have long been known.

What tricks of the poltergeist are not described. Modern – here, for example: light bulb suddenly slips and falls not down, and flies straight to the battery. Or ordinary the Cup suddenly explodes with "lemon". Or the light itself is switched on. Poltergeist? It, of course. Such cases, however, explains the physics – technological environment, they say, a change in the electromagnetic field and for other good reasons. But there are cases where the more enigmatic and mysterious...

It's getting late. And suddenly after midnight and start dancing spirits of the stamping tables and chairs, pulling the blanket invisible hands?.. Check it out.

– How much untruth in our lives? – continues reflections Sergeevna.

On the cupboard, on the stove, on the door, inscribed circle saving white crosses. It's like someone played TIC-TAC-toe, toe disappeared, and the remaining TIC can not protect.

– I have a friend Nura was. Hero of Labor, maybe you heard? Her from the whole area of pigs bought to farm it. Here is what a noble pig. And her honor, and the farm and area, and maybe there, and above... do Not tell the Nura bad – she's not one or two stars to give. The worker was rare, but where under such feed Yes, in the cold of the records will give?! But on the podium it, Nura. Give a leaflet, speak up. She's with me all shared – a shame, he says, to live, and to deny strength is not enough. Maybe because she died before, not for years... For stories Sergeyevna we while away our time waiting for the night. Come today to the spirit? Just in case we are armed – a flash camera. Maybe true woman's version, launched at the village shop,– house u Sergeevna pimped, so cunning, to new given. But I do not believe in deceit Sergeyevna. That thawed it in intimate conversation, softened, calmed down... But I think something in it, others will be a face and a wounded bird-clogged fingers again remembered his own. No, not to play. Are you angry, spirit, still...

Still Kohl's. Only two of them in the house. And if we reject the devil, "noisy spirit" could well be him. To throw a pot, start with a frying pan, but even to throw on the table a note of those that frantically presses to the heart of his grandmother...

Kohl's is also watching TV. Must be just trying to get through they S. all the long winter evenings. And suddenly, Natanovich string, nick starts fast, slowly rocking on the chair. Judging by the eyes, If not already here. Or dragged him inside without a trace twinkling of a piece of screen, or left it in something of their own, joyless, judging by the unexpected for his age furrows on his forehead. Now nick is like a windup toy. Fragile, almost broken. Neurotic syndrome, professionally notes to myself Ekaterina Kuzminichna. Bad stake I think. And this, too, is not to play...

Poltergeist trying to explain everything. The evil spirit, the theory of parallel worlds, experiences of aliens... a lot of Versions. One of them is part human. Conscious or unconscious, in a state of sleepwalking. The most frequent participants of the poltergeist – the grandmother and grandson or granddaughter, boys puberty. One of the most sensational recent antics in "noisy Ghost" scientists took thoroughly. So for the first time managed to shoot and see the moment of the beginning of poltergeist. Pictured left – a Cup and hand girls living in the house. A Cup run is not a spirit but a man, at least in this particular case.

Another time in a different city when an unknown force sends fire to the house, was able to find near matches and boxes. Hell – or is it man?

I have no doubt that the supporters of the other versions to back up their theses with very different facts. Don't know who is right. But another pattern – poltergeist prescribed where you live in some unfortunate people. Ekaterina Kuzminichna experienced this more than once. The Ninth-Grader Faith. Exemplary and diligent student Vera, which is first class all set an example. She used to be the first, and by the ninth grade, she found no interest, even funny with his bocianski right view. And the one she secretly everyone loved, preferred, of course, another, no, not correct, not approximate. She retaliated in his own way, probably even without giving away that report as YCL, so to speak, on the Komsomol for unprincipled behavior Komsomolets N... a class declared a boycott.

That day when she fell ill from grief, settled in the apartment house...

But there was something Kolya. Suddenly this fall, struggled and screamed it at night until it otpora S. sasatani water. There was something, what no one can open it. Yes, you who is?

– Swinging to and fro, the trouble for me with him – sigh. PR. – Teachers in school cry for it... So he did. That's too small. His classmates in it, the ceiling appeared. The corner of the school depart – smoke, drink. The girls are already walking. And this child, I will not say that fifteen.

To the window-pane clung a letter, abandoned on the windowsill so that you can read even from the yard, "...I'm sorry, nick... I didn't forget you... grow – you know... we're men... come on vacation...".

From his father. Together, they have never lived since Colin was born. It's been a couple of years ago he showed up. "Where, son, you have a store?" he asked right after "how are you" and "you know dad". And then brawled, for some reason, cut the wiring to the TV and again without a trace, sunk... And now here is the letter. Lives somewhere nearby, or the second, or third wife. Kohl and face him. Only my son is not curled up mustache, and the father – such thin, like a thread of forehead wrinkles.

The other picture is mom; brother. It happens more often. Lives in the district. Married. There own house, his own family. Another life and other happiness. In which Kohl did not take.

The photograph of the mother and brother smile.

Brownie and nick is not afraid. And learned to read his notes. A cross and four dots means it wants to eat. And in the last note, he has promised to the stake: "Be the driver of the first class." Deciphered Kohl's vague scrawl spirit. I guess because it is the cherished dream of Colin!

All night brawled a noisy spirit, was knocked and scraped somewhere in the attic from the chimney... and Then got up and walked around the room Sergeevna, wringing her hands... Shuddered in the dream, nick... And again Surudi house.

Maybe it was just a rat, who struggles desperately struggled to heat.

What could we say goodbye, thanking you for bread and salt for the night? "Don't be afraid of the spirit. He will not do bad. He is kind, he will protect you",– assured us. "Yes, Yes, perhaps," – she nodded in agreement Sergeevna.

She admitted that happy in my life was only twice – when the war is over and believe that everything is ahead, everything gonna be different. And in this long night when we just arrived and just listened as close, but have not seen each other people.

If you have to ask about happiness we don't dare.

Brownie, if you are in the world, calm, protect, heating, instill hope, strengthen strength, give confidence in tomorrow. And if you can't bring happiness, help at least the stake for being first class.

Please, demovick, because you're not angrier people, right?

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