The Alien. Russia

Kharitonov Valentin Sergeevich is a postgraduate student at the Moscow Art Institute of Fine Arts. Mendeleev.

In January 1978, I went on vacation to my parents living in Pskov. They have in D. The Great Field of Pskov region (27 km. from Pskov) there is a house (cottage) in which I stayed in order to go hunting.

That day (I don't remember the exact date - between January 10 and January 15, 1978), I went skiing to the fishermen in the afternoon and when I returned home, I went with my brother (he is a dentist) to Alexander Shikalev's neighbor (a chauffeur by profession) to take a gun from him for my brother, with whom we were going to go hunting.

A neighbor organized a dinner, at which the three of us drank two bottles of vodka. I was tired (I walked 20 km on flax but deep snow with a gun and 10 kg of fish in a backpack) and noticeably intoxicated.

At 10 o'clock (22h.) I went outside to smoke (there were children in the don) first to the porch and then to the courtyard (see Figure 1)

A clear starry sky with a full moon was beating. The frost is -20°. I noticed some people behind a pile of logs brought by the owner for firewood, who were bending down, doing something in the shadow of the "woodpile". I went up to them and asked: "What are you doing here?" (in the village at this time, everyone was already asleep and no one walks in other people's yards).

Three of them straightened up and when I saw their faces, I realized that these were not ordinary people.

The faces of all were covered in front with a kind of lattice of spirals forming an elaborate ornament. The diameter of the wires, of which there were spirals, was from 5 mm or less (they were of different diameters), and the size of the spirals was about 5-10 cm (see Figure 2).

The faces under the spirals were not visible (as if they were smooth, without facial features), but the chin was noticeable.

The figures are like those of ordinary people, of the correct physique, slender. He is taller than me, about 180 cm.

One of them, apparently, was a woman, because from behind the hood, into which a lattice of spirals passed, she had blonde hair that descended to the middle of her back.

They were wearing tight jumpsuits without buttons and noticeable sticks and seams. The material is shiny like polished titanium (mirrored, but with a dark shade, like blued steel).

Behind a pile of logs stood their "unit", which they obscured with their figures. It was about the size of a large passenger car. When I asked them what they were doing here, they did not answer anything, but, slightly parting, they invited me to appreciate this "unit" (see Figure 3).

The car had a transparent dome with a diameter of about 2 m and a height of about 1.5 m on top.

The dark bottom had a larger size and was squeezed into the dome from behind, and was blocked in front. (Figure 3 ). All outlines are rounded, without corners.

When one of the men motioned me into the car, I thought they were offering me a ride.

At first I was suspicious of them, but then when I saw the helmets and clothes and realized that these were not ordinary people, I calmed down. However, in case they come looking for me later, I decided to leave some kind of sign behind. He took off his flannel shirt, dressed

over the sweater, I threw it over the fence picket fence and tied it with a scarf (the one I'm wearing now). After that, I went to them.

They entered the car from two sides, where there were no doors (as in buses separating passengers at airports), and sat down on the seats.

The seats are soft and comfortable, with a backrest. It's very spacious inside. The "leader" who invited me sat in front, a woman next to him, I followed him, and a third one next to him (Figure 4).

The leader bent down and manually closed the door (as in compartment cars - sliding to the side). There was no sound of movement or the click of a latch. Then it lit up in front of him with a white, yellowish (like from an incandescent lamp) a remote control made of transparent buttons with height

about 15 mm and about 30 mm long each. They sat motionless for a minute. I managed to count that there were 9 rows of buttons vertically and 25 horizontally. I didn't notice the steering wheel, levers, pedals.

I didn't notice how the second door was closed, but I felt that we were closed from the outside space.

The "leader" put his hand on the remote control and began to press something. I noticed that he has five ordinary fingers (Figure 5).

The car began to slowly rise up, simultaneously turning around a vertical axis. Having risen 40 meters, she stopped facing west. I watched the hut go down with smoke coming from the chimney, as the churches rose above, as a car was walking along the road to Pskov, illuminating the road with headlights. The crew sat quietly, not paying attention to me. Suddenly I noticed a very fast acceleration of the car up. There were no overloads, but everything began to decrease rapidly in size from the vertical lift.

Then I was very scared that I was being taken away, and I hit the "leader" hard with my fist to the head.

I don't remember what happened after that. I woke up sitting on the logs from which we had flown away. At first they seemed to me to be frozen corpses of people, and in horror I climbed over a pile of logs into the light from a lantern. When I climbed up, I realized that it was just logs, but I wanted to call people and tell them what an incredible event had just happened. I knocked on the window and my brother came out with a neighbor's driver. Then he ran to other houses, knocked on windows, woke people up. Those, of course, dissatisfied, sent me, did not want to come out. My brother and the driver caught up with me and began to calm me down!

Why are you waking people up?....

You fools don't understand anything! I shouted.

My brother took me to his house. There, offended that they didn't want to listen to me, considering me drunk, I climbed on the stove and fell asleep.

In the morning, after I got up, washed, had breakfast, I told my brother:

- Don't think that I'm saying hello, but listen to what I'm going to tell you.

I have stated everything consistently. He took it seriously, without joking. I went to the place, found a shirt according to my description, tied with a scarf on the fence, and brought it. I couldn't go on my own, there was some kind of fear. It was snowing furiously all night and the tracks were covered with a layer of about 10 cm. Therefore, my brother, as a hunter who understands footprints, did not find any traces.

However, the presence of the shirt where I told him convinced him that I had not dreamed it.

According to him, I was gone for 10 minutes, and everything that happened to me before the blow lasted no more than three minutes.

In the evening, my father (the surgeon) arrived. I told him, too. He said it was a dream. That during the Finnish war frozen people saw such vivid dreams that seemed real. I believed him (father after all!) and he did not write it all down from fresh memory.

Two weeks ago on New Year's Eve (80th) I went there again. I talked to my father about it.

"You spoke very convincingly then," he said.

But I didn't advise telling you about it.

- Why do you need this?

He did not tell others after this incident (he considered it superfluous, he was shy).

A year later, I told my friend Faerman about this, who informed you (V.N. Fomenko, who recorded this message).

I agree to check the validity of what was told under hypnosis, but not now (I am very busy turning over my dissertation work), but in a month.