Added | Wed, 06/12/2017 |
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Дата публикации | Wed, 06/12/2017
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Tells V. Bakharev:
"At the time I was twelve years old. I lived in the village. One afternoon we all went to the haymaking. At home, I was alone. Lay down on a bench and dozed off. Suddenly woke up, sat on the bench. Looking from me to the threshold removed an old lady in a bright colorful sundress, grey cardigan and bright scarf. I got up and followed the stranger to ask her who she is and why he came. But the old lady stepped across the threshold, and somewhere near the door literally disappeared, vanished into thin air!
I wrapped behind her into the hallway leading to Sanam, then went into the hall. Look — the door leading from the anteroom into the courtyard, closed on the hook I like punishing parents. Since I was a child, comforted with the thought that Granny probably went out the window, as I am in it climbed. But later realized the window was too small, so that it could climb this is not familiar to me the old lady...
A year later, something amazing happened. My mother's elderly aunt made the exact same dress, which was on the old, green with red flowers. And when my aunt died, I was lying in a coffin in the same dress, in a gray sweater and tied a bright kerchief. Just as was dressed the old lady that I have seen, alas, only from the back. Another time I was walking with my seven-year-old sister, Lida, along the forest road. It was a Sunny day. Suddenly from the hill, which crossed the road leading into the forest, down, see, at high speed the blue bus. Saw him quite close, I was stunned. He grabbed his sister's hand and plunged into the bushes beside the road, not to fall under the wheels on the bus. And my sister told me that no bus is seen. Arriving home, I told everyone about the blue bus. No one believed me, because in our area these buses did not exist.
Soon I forgot about this strange event. However, a year had to recall him when suddenly my father died and he was taken to the cemetery in the bus — in blue. I told my mom that somewhere already saw this bus. And then I remembered — on the forest road. He raced down the hill at us with lead".
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