The Alien. Russia

Nazarov Valery Savelyevich writes to the editorial office of the newspaper "Anomaly":

It was in the summer of 1996, around nine o'clock in the morning, I was walking to the garage

behind the car. Russian Lyceum No. 30 passed through the building and was already walking along the lawn between the lyceum and the boiler room of the "Russian Field".

Suddenly, in the distance, directly in the direction of my movement, moving from the boiler room pipe, along the horizon, over the garages, with distance, an even brighter "with lowering transparency" ball appeared in the bright sky, which decreased more and more with distance. I raised both hands in front of me, folded my palms, leaving a space between my index fingers, as photographers do when determining the compositional structure of the frame when photographing, caught a ball in the "slot" of the palms and led my hands behind it. Holding the ball as if in a sight. The ball, which had already become very small, suddenly began its movement towards the boiler room as it approached me. Hovering at an indefinite distance, to the left of the boiler room, the ball changed shape to a horizontally lying ellipse, at the bottom of the main large ellipse there were two or three smaller and flatter ellipses.

Remembering from what I had read earlier about a possible encounter with similar phenomena, I mentally thought: "How do I get in touch with you? But I'll forgive you not to take me away!"

... In front of me there was a clear, clear, about it there was a feeling that I was actually there. The space of rocky soil, without vegetation, is clearly curved, almost an arc.

There are some close creatures in the distance.

Closer to me were two of the same creatures, the appearance without any details of the nose, eyes, lips, ears, just some vertical gray shapes. Between these two, stood half their height, with the appearance of a 15-year-old boy, a man. This one was dressed in long elegant clothes, embroidered with large bright colored stones with facets of decoration.

I mentally asked, is this the place where we are now, is this the place where you live?

To this question, I was also silently answered: "Everything later! All then!"

The day was still sunny, the sky was cloudless, I continued to walk across the lawn and to my garage. Only after lunch, having gathered

I was stunned by what had happened !Only after lunch, having gathered his courage, he told his loved ones about what had happened.

I want to add to my story that I do not drink alcohol, I have never taken drugs.