Usually it is girls who are afraid to ride a passing vehicle,
but, as follows from the story told to us by a man named
Николай и произошедшей с ним в 1975 году, dangerouslyй может быть и
reverse situation. Today, this may well happen again – with
the only difference is that today instead of a motorcycle, as a rule,
figure car. However, does this change anything? ..
Unfamiliar girl on the forest road
… Early in the morning, Nikolai on his “Sunrise” (beauty and pride
seventies boys) returned from a nearby village after a date with
He was driving along the road when he saw that a tree had appeared
the girl and raised her hand, asking the motorcyclist to stop. Nothing
there was nothing strange in this for Nikolai, since the bus service
between the taiga villages at that time did not exist and people with
necessary used by passing transport.
Unusual, perhaps, was the clothes of the girl – a dark dress that
it seemed too easy for this September morning. In hand
handbags or any things. Nikolai thought that girl, rather
of all, returns from the district center, where the day before in the House of Culture were
dancing. He knew that sometimes local youth do that.
The guy stopped the bike and looked at the girl. She was on
wonder is pretty: quite young, about eighteen,
dark-haired, with a heavy braid, dropping below the back. Under the dark
dress guessed chiseled figure …
Nikolai’s heart beat fast, and the girl sat behind him,
tightly hugged the guy and pressed her hot body. �”Well, dear,
let’s go, ”whispered her lips.
Fascinated by the maiden beauty, Nikolai thought ill, he did not
understanding how to drive a motorcycle on the ground. All his thoughts swarmed around
sitting behind a beautiful stranger, and the imagination painted
the most seductive pictures … But then his ear was touched by a warm
breath: “You, Iris, do not even dream about it.”
Nikolai almost let the steering wheel go, so he felt ashamed of
her thoughts, which the girl managed to somehow read.
The guy’s face burned with hot fire, sweat flowed between the shoulder blades …
The main thing – do not look back and do not go crazy
When it was about five kilometers to the village, Nikolai’s motorcycle suddenly
stalled and a ride by inertia, stopped in the middle
high pine. The girl jumped off the seat and walked away, and Nikolay
leaned over the motor.
Suddenly, behind his back, there was a rustle, and then a deaf
the old voice said quietly: “Well, Iris, thank you, that
drove home! ”
Startled, the guy looked around: an ancient old woman wrapped in
some rags, stood before him, leaning on a gnarled stick,
and looked at Nikolai with red eyes. From under the shawl knocked out
matted gray hair.
�”You would not torture, irons, your horse, and would walk better on foot, –
the old woman pierced with a toothless mouth. – Do not even think about it, but
otherwise, honey, I’ll ruin you! ”
Nikolai did not remember how he picked up the bike from the ground, how he rolled
him in his village. The guy woke up near the hostel, his friends are just
went to work. They barely pulled the hands of Nicholas from the motorcycle,
They brought a friend to the hostel and put him to bed.
Only in the evening he began to slowly recover. Friends
tried to find out: what happened to Nikolai on the road, why he
I spent the whole day in bed, looking with glazed eyes in
ceiling? The guy was sullenly silent.
But the village brigadier suggested that in the forest Nikolai
met with a werewolf. Similar cases in these places are sometimes
happened: the pig is chasing the traveler, the horse is chasing
all the way … In the twilight, tractor drivers have often seen strange things in the fields
a woman in white: if you try to catch her up, she dissolves into
the air …
In general, no one was going to laugh at Nicholas, and soon
the guy became himself again. Just stopped driving to another.
goodbye village First, of course, it was scary, well,
secondly, Nicholas realized that it was not love at all, but so …
Maybe he needed to meet with the forest witch to
… It is said that similar stories happen today, only
the current guys (who haven’t lost their heads from such mysticism and not
disappeared without a trace) usually keep quiet, and if they talk about
then only on the Internet. There are many such stories
if you want – believe them, if you want – no, only in life everything happens …