Natalia's grandfathers were foresters, her ancestors built "Medeu", she since childhood understands the trails and often goes to the mountains alone. Natalia remembers how in 2016 she walked the usual route to the Terra glade. She had been there many times with her parents and knew the area, but that time she got carried away, lingered and missed the moment when it was necessary to start the descent to return home in the dark.
“There are very steep areas. I did not have a flashlight, but I had a phone that could illuminate the path, Natalia says. Suddenly there was a feeling that someone was coming. At first I was frightened, and it was impossible to speed up on a steep path in the dark. I went down and felt like I was being escorted. I looked around and didn’t see anyone, but it was a feeling of presence. I don't know what it was, but they took me to the road. I was not touched, not frightened, it was something warm, not tangible, but felt. I often go to the mountains early in the morning, and three more times I felt a presence there. I remember it was winter, there was not much snow, I was walking and I heard someone walking behind me. It was something very big.”.
I remember an old funny thing. On the eve of the November holidays, my friends and I agreed that we would meet on Mynzhilki, in the upper reaches of the Small Almaty Gorge, where there is a house of a weather station. It was necessary to drive to the bus stop, which was on the "Medeu", climb the dam and go through the whole gorge to an altitude of 3017 meters above sea level. At that time, such a transition was not a problem due to constant training and training, even the approaching night did not scare.
At the tourist base "Gorelnik" was at the training camp Karaganda team of climbers, and how to pass by if the house is lighting? One of the climbers volunteered to escort. Behind remained a protracted Sarysai ascent, the hotel "Chimbulak", the base "Edelweiss". At the house of the weather station on Tuyuk-Su, the escort turned and went down, and I was offered tea, contacted by radio with the base on Mynzhilki and warned that I was on my way and after a while you can meet.
The gorge was illuminated by the full moon, and when there is snow in the mountains, the shadows in the dens and under the trees seem even deeper. There are no people above the Tuyuk-Su tract at this time of day. I take a few steps to the cliffs of the bastions and hear that behind my back someone is stealing. I stop, look around, no one, but every next step is accompanied by a slight rustle. At that time, many people sewed themselves down jackets and vests, because there was nothing to buy in stores. On the high, tightly stuffed down from the pillow gate of my homemade jacket at every step fizzled a pigtail, grabbed by a large clip in the form of a flower. With the clip in my pocket, I removed the sound source and laughed at my fears, although they were not groundless because wild animals live in the highlands.
The moon was covered by clouds, and at this height you often walk through clouds. From the shreds of the creeping mist, a figure emerged, it seemed huge in the wrong light, but it was a man who went to meet me. Shortly before that evening, he left the Mynzhilka weather station, went up the gorge towards the Tuyuk-Su glacier and soon saw a snow leopard. For more than an hour he had to hide behind a large stone by the road, until the beast left the place.
Ghosts of the famous museum
Anastasia worked in the Hermitage for eight years, both in the building itself and in the storage facility. Tall, athletic, beautiful, at one point she suddenly began to lose strength, ache, fade, her gray steel eyes faded and fell. The doctors found nothing until finally she came to see a woman who was “working with meridians” and treating with unconventional methods. She said, "You're impressionable, you believe in things that are invisible, and you're wearing a lot of things." It feels like you're an archaeologist or you work in a museum.”.
She "removed" the essence and the case went well. Anastasia was in charge of the department, and she often had to stay overnight because there were different situations and not always her employees could go to work full time. “Once during an inspection in an Egyptian collection, I sloppyly touched something, although I always treated the items with respect. There were mummies and utensils brought from expeditions. When the labs closed and everyone went home, I went to check. And here from the room where there are sarcophagi and remains, I was literally driven away. In complete silence, the closed door suddenly opened in front of me and slammed shut. I run well, I ran faster than usual. Later, on a clear day, I returned and mentally asked the spirits for forgiveness.”.
Be careful what you say
An instructive story is described in one of the books of the Siberian healer Natalia Stepanova. The man wrote to her that at the age of 14 he was fooling around with friends, and his friend Sasha wrote an ad for the sale of an old refrigerator at the request of his mother. He appealed to friends to help with the announcements, and Andrey, the one who sent the letter to the healer, wrote for laughs: "Selling a sinless soul to the devil or changing for a million dollars." Friends liked the idea, and each wrote their own ads, which seemed to them witty.
“The next day something terrible happened,” the letter said. He fell from a height, broke his head and died Kostya. He said he would give his head for something. What happened next was that the guy who was writing about the leg, jumping into the tram on the move, broke off and his leg was cut off. I had a change in the rhythm of my life. I stopped sleeping at night and fell asleep during the day. For several days it was as if I had confused day with night.”.
His parents scolded him, but he could not do anything to himself. At school, he fell asleep right behind the desk, folding his hands in front of him and dropping his head on them. One of the teachers suggested that the boy go home, believing that he was experiencing stress because of what happened to his friends.
The guy entered the apartment. My parents were at work and I didn’t want to warm up dinner. He opened the door to his room and was stunned: in the middle of the room stood a man in black clothes and a black cape, wavy hair descended to his shoulders. “Its appearance cannot be simply described. I still won't be able to convey some incomprehensible significance of the stranger, the power and authority emanating from him. It was expressed in the look, the shape of eyebrows, lips... I saw it as a real unreality.
- How much is your soul worth? he asked me in such a voice that goosebumps ran over my body. This sound resembled the grinding of metal on metal in a severe frost.
- What? I asked. In his hands I saw my ad, I wanted to say that it was a joke, but my lips did not obey me.
- Well," said the black man, "you'll get it, a million dollars.
I got dizzy and involuntarily closed my eyes. When I opened it, I saw no one in the room.”.
He slept again, and when he woke up, he thought it was a nightmare. I went to the table to sit down for lessons, but there was his announcement. I called one of my friends who was at the company the day the guys were having fun putting up ads. I asked who wrote what and what. And it turned out that Lesha wrote something like, "I'll change my leg for new sneakers." And his mother bought them for him..
The young man with whom the author of the letter spoke on the phone wrote that he would give his life for a five in mathematics, and he had already received this five. "I'm going to run to you now," Andrei said and hung up the phone. But he did not come, he was found the next day in an abandoned wasteland.”.
The guy was in a mental asylum. He was treated with hypnosis, suggestion, and gradually he began to forget about what had happened. “Years have passed. I learned. Fate was kind and affectionate to me. And generous. I became president of the bank. I have a wife, a son and a lot of money. And I wrote this letter because a week ago I saw that man in the crowd from my car window. He waved his hand and pointed his finger at my watch. I couldn't be wrong. I would recognize him among a thousand people. Besides, the day after tomorrow will be twelve years after all this happened. His gesture with the clock was very expressive, I took it as a warning. I have a million dollars, so it's time to pay the bills.”.
This letter was enclosed in a large envelope containing a note from the guy's wife: "My husband was shot with a machine gun." I found this letter. It was written on it, in the event of his death, to be sent to you.”” Stepanova added: "Sometimes we don't think we're talking." “I would give my soul for a glass of water,” exclaims the man, thirsty, and then drowns. Or the lover says he will give his soul for the girl. Look, she was a widow early on.”.
A bad neighbor "caught" a boomerang
“A neighbor needed my room for her family. I did not agree to sell her or change, then she began to harass me, writes Stepanova one of her readers. The old woman lived in this house for forty years, and all her acquaintances lived nearby. She suggested that the young neighbor change her room herself, cried in front of her and was afraid of her screaming. Nadia often shoved the old woman and raised her voice.
One evening, the grandmother enters the kitchen, and there is a large copper cross, at the cross there is a photo of her, candles are burning, and on the saucer there is a handful of kutya. The grandmother went down to the neighbor and called her to see what Nadezhda had thought, but there was nothing in the kitchen, and Nadia at that moment came shopping from the store. It was like an obsession, but Grandma saw it with her own eyes a few minutes ago. About an hour later, she heard a quiet song across the wall. In the kitchen again there was still life, candles were cracking, and the neighbor Nadia was singing to the old woman.
She had a dream at night. “Three are coming: husband, mother-in-law, daughter. The husband comes up and says, “Mashenka, come to us.” And I said, "No, I don't want to live anymore." The mother-in-law shakes her head, raises her hand, and says, “Look at her, how she is clapping, she doesn’t even sleep at night, and she stands by your bed.” Woke up. I see Nadia standing in front of the bed with a candle and whispering something.
Escorting a daring young neighbor, she locked the door on a latch. Look, she's sitting on the bed... she's on her own. I remember her grandmother saying that meeting a doppelganger is very dangerous, you can't talk to him. “I stand and look at my double. And she's on me, so sorry, so sad. And I started to cry. It was like a cloud swaying and floating towards me. I stopped nearby, and I remember my grandmother’s words and keep silent. Slowly she raised her hands and wiped her tears with the back. I booed at her feet, and in my mind only one thing: “I want to live, live!” And my reflection nodded to me, turned to the wall through which Nadia lived from me, and passed through it. I hear a scream. Lying, shaking with fear. Sleeping. I see three more. They walk away from me and I cry out to them, “Why did you say you were going to take me away?”
My daughter turned her head to me and said, “We’ll be back in six years.” God took pity on you.
Nadia died that night of a broken heart.
