The mystical fog. Russia

It happened last summer, near the village of Stanovoe.

Our Lipetsk land played an important role in the Second World War, the Germans managed us well, but not for long, they never reached Moscow. Their offensive choked in our places, from where they were driven, parasites, and they fled without looking back. There were fierce battles near Stanov, including tank battles. The inhabitants were completely partisan. A lot of our people died there. Near those places there is a pond, not bad, in a lowland, a grove at the top, nightingales sing - grace. In recent years, the pond has somehow ceased to be monitored, it is slowly getting bogged down, the number of vacationers has noticeably decreased.

Last summer, Alinkin's friend borrowed a jet ski from someone for a while, it was decided to try out an expensive toy that same evening. The only pond nearby is the same pond. We decided not to go back and forth, but to have a cultural rest in nature with an overnight stay. We arrived closer to 7 pm, lowered the motorcycle into the water, rolled from the heart. The sun was slowly setting, the people (in the number of 6 people: 4 guys and 2 girls) began to make a fire and string a barbecue. Alcohol has not yet been consumed, since before that, after all, transport, although water was driven, and then waited until the snack was ready.

Remember last summer? The heat is unbearable during the day, and in the evening it is no better. And then it just got so cool, and even the fog was thick, even the forest was not visible at the top. The youth did not pay much attention, after all, there is a pond nearby, and even a lowland, well, you never know what! They were crowding around the barbecue, laughing at something, then a guy who was facing the grove, as they say, "slept off his face."

Out of the fog came 10 people in military uniform, with weapons in their hands and cautiously moved to the cliff. The people at the grill froze. There was such silence that you could hear the beating of hearts. And suddenly this silence exploded with a burst of shots, fired from the grove, the soldiers tumbled down the cliff.

The guys rushed headlong into the water and hid in the reeds. For the next 10 minutes, there was a doomsday on the shore. More soldiers jumped out of the grove, but in a different, dark green uniform, they were shooting somewhere, something was rumbling in the distance, the guys did not stick out once again, they were shaking wildly, and there was one thought in their head:

"If only it would all end."

By the way, it all ended as unexpectedly as it began. There were no traces of the battle left. The people hastily retreated, almost forgetting the motorcycle in the water. It is probably not necessary to explain that they have tied up with trips to those places? And my old granny, after listening to this story, said:

"How many years have passed, and all the sons are fighting." 

Now a proposal is being considered to conduct excavations in those places. Maybe they will find soldiers, bury them like humans, and they will stop going to their last battle.

(Margarita Romashkina).