Eyewitness: the Punishment from the village sorcerer

An eyewitness account of the mystical events (Author, place and date not specified):

It's somewhere just after the Civil war was, was told by one old Siberian in conversation with folklorist Vladimir Zinoviev. — Got the performances to arrange. And while there is a rehearsal, outsiders are not allowed in the hall. While we were there Sasha Timoshin. Everyone said she hobotnica, that is a witch.

Well, one day she came into the hall during a rehearsal, and I drove her out of there. Driven away, but she agrees to go! And my character was a bit tough. I grabbed her in his arms and thrown out of the club. She's from the porch and yells to me:

— Recognize gruel in a sundress!

Well, I know — I know. What's in it for me?! Nothing.

We spend the rehearsal. And I feel something in my nose razzudelos. Scratch it a little with your finger and it itches again.

Emka Stepantsev, a girl so naughty, how will zahochet, looking at me:

— Daniil, you have a nose the size of a potato!

Uh-Oh, indeed. I grabbed the nose, and I have not included the hand. Uh-Oh!.. Well, we were done with the rehearsal. I have come running home. Lay down and can't sleep. Lit just by the fire burns the nose!

I called his older brother:

— Matthew, Matthew! I have something wrong with his nose.

He came, looked:

— Uh-Oh, what is it with you? This is you must have a magical clip. Where are you and who are today arguing?

— Yes here, — answer, — Sanka Timoshino thrown out of the club.

— Damn! "what!" cried Matthew. Is it, then, you have forged. Go to Mikula the Ignatievich, our healer.

Here we come to it. He began drawing my nose with the index finger and whisper. I don't know what he was whispering. Once whispered to me. A little later — again whispered. And then three times my nose has secerty... I don't know how I fell asleep at his home on the bench. In the morning, awakened — that's where I have Mikula! First grasping arm by the nose: big or not? And he feel normal!.."

Here is another message, written the same V. Zinoviev in the Chita region.

"My fellow villagers Nikonova fried potatoes in the cabin — says the aged A. I. Osadchaya. — And then suddenly in the cabin he comes, which many of our people believed a witch.

Comes and says:

— You feed me. Give potatoes. And she fries him because of greed not given. Even scolded him. Then, having eaten his entire Nazareno potatoes, berries went.

And he tells her the following:

— Well, go for berries. God be with you. Go. She just opened the door, crossed the threshold and stopped. Sees — little birdy-little flies in front of her. And he, the sorcerer, the cabin remained.

And shouts at her back:

— You come here! What is it that stopped?

Here she goes, goes. Turned around... And then walked, and walked, and walked, and the birdy this before it all flies Yes flies. Came. Dove circle — Oh, blue-blue! Stepping nowhere! She leaned over to dove into the basket to score, looking — and no dove around at all. At the moment all disappeared somewhere. But the birdy flies Yes flies in front of her. And here it is for birdy stomped as a foreigner. Down, down, and ahead of all the birdy flies. The sun went down. And only then she would come to. Looked around and realized that five kilometers from the village is gone! And returned home from there at night..."

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