The Alien. Russia

Tweet Lyudmila Andreevna. She sent a letter to the Academy of Sciences in 1977.

"This story happened to me when I was only 9 years old. In 1926, my mother and I moved to the village of Ulu, which is located in the Sakha Republic.

It's been a few weeks since I lost my father. It was because of this that we had to move from the city where my mother used to work. She couldn't cope with the bitterness of losing a loved one, so even in the place where my father and I lived, my mother could no longer stay. The company met her halfway, and a few days later my mother was informed that they had found a job in the village of Ulu. I've been living there ever since.

In my whole life, I have left the village only a few times and I don't worry about it much. My life here is calm and measured. Except for the very moment I'm writing to you about.

That summer day, I went to play in the meadow with the other children. We gathered flowers there and wove wreaths for each other. It was a lot of fun. But then it happened that I got separated from the other girls. They ran to play on the new playground, which was set up in the center. I didn't want to go there. I really enjoyed spending time in the clearing. And when I was already alone, something very strange happened.

I saw a man appear in the sky and descend to earth very quickly. He didn't have a parachute. As soon as he got 10 meters closer to the clearing where I was, he braked sharply and stepped lightly and smoothly onto the grass. He was a very tall man (as it seemed to me at the time), almost 3 meters tall. He was holding a round object in his hands, and he had a large silver helmet on his head. As soon as he saw me, he lifted his visor and there was a completely ordinary human face behind it. He smiled at me and handed me the disc. I was very scared at that moment, but I decided and accepted this CD from the "alien". Then he lowered the visor of his helmet, pushed off, and abruptly flew upwards. He hid behind the clouds.

Then I began to look at the disk, but suddenly I found that it had disappeared from my hands. I immediately ran home to tell this story to my mom, to which she replied: "God has come to you."

I didn't believe her, because the icons always depicted him in a completely different way. That's why I haven't told anyone else about what happened since."