Local anomalies. Russia

Vera E. Falutinskaya writes to the Commission on:

That evening I was at the actor's house, then we walked down the street, I was going to go to bed after 3 a.m. before going to bed, I went to the window to close the curtain - I thought that in the morning the light would be in my eyes.

I noticed that the lights outside the window were flashing. I'm short-sighted and I see lanterns like snowflakes. I thought there was something wrong with the lighting. The lanterns grew bigger and smaller. But this is only from the left corner, from the right corner the lights shone normally, i.e. if you look at them from the right.

Suddenly I felt that the reason for the pulsating fire in the lanterns was directly on my balcony. Clumps of fire moved from right to left along the window, undulating... On the balcony, a certain lump of space seemed to move from right to left, glowing and, as it were, slightly incandescent, like the air above a campfire.

I got up on a chair to see something. I saw that the lanterns were burning the same as in the port, i.e. far from us. There's a lantern next to our house-I don't remember it burning.

I stood at the window for almost an hour, watching the movement of plasma clots. Then it began to turn pink over the lake, dawn was beginning.

Another effect was manifested when I stood at the stake, I felt very acutely the electrification of space. In particular, the thin hairs on the arm were attracted to the glass and, moreover, in this, too, the movement of the wave of electrification from right to left was felt.

Then I fell asleep. I usually sing so that I can wake up when I make a wish and order myself. but this time there was some kind of failure, I slept until half past eleven, although that day I had to go to a political seminar at 10 o'clock, and to rehearsal at 11:00. she was pale, kind of numb, even coordination of movements was disrupted.

And already in the morning I had another extraordinary effect: I wanted - and, moreover, uncontrollably, to speak some incomprehensible language. I only know English very poorly, but it was some other language.

Over time, the desire became more moderate, and the language seemed to be forgotten. but the very desire to speak it was obsessive.

Note: a monologue in a foreign language has been recorded on tape.