A photo from open sources
Watering the garden is perhaps the most tedious (especially when you half a hectare garden), although an important lesson. When it’s hot “water” the beds in the morning and evening. And then, in the summer of 2000, I, putting on hefty galoshes on his bare foot, with great reluctance wandered to commit this next heroic act.
In my garden a decent size stake was driven into the ground, which was attached shell with a hose. To pull it out, I had to to squat. When I released the hose and got to my feet, I saw a pretty girl running by! She was like that it’s close that my loose fair-haired women almost touched my face hair. From surprise I lost my balance and fell to the back a place. The girl, meanwhile, disappeared behind the house.
“What obsession? Where does the girl come from in my garden?” – thought I, rising, rushed after her.
There was no one around the corner of the house. Where the bride came from the guest seemed to evaporate in my garden. Of course i’m human drinking, but do not immediately draw conclusions! By that time i’m like just exactly a month as if not applied to alcohol.
You could blame everything on fatigue, sunstroke or some kind of hallucination. Yes, only my memory is like photographed this girl. Her face, although more than ten have already passed years, still stands before my eyes. And so clearly that, if I were an artist, I would certainly have painted a portrait of this mysterious stranger. And finally, the most important thing: I clearly examined her clothes. She was wearing an old sundress, which once worn in Russia. On it were some drawings, and I noted that they are not entirely Russian.
To whom I only spoke about what I saw, nobody seriously perceived. They either laughed, or simply waved it off.
Several years passed, on local television sometimes show reports on various sights of our village Petropavlovka and neighboring areas. Once I turned on the TV and accidentally hit one of these programs. Showed local history Museum of the neighboring city of Boguchar. I don’t know why, but I always I wanted to get into this museum, as if something was pulling me there.
But years passed, and time, as always, was not enough. When by the TV began to show clothes that were worn in the old days (such very, very long time the local ladies wore), my hair stood up on end. For a few seconds, the same one appeared in full screen a sundress that I saw a few years ago in my own the garden! And the picture is the same, and the style, and, in my opinion, even the size!
The announcer, meanwhile, explained that the sundress is not quite Old Russian: partially Ukrainian and Polish are present on it ornaments. Honestly, I have never seen such sarafans anywhere, only in his garden and in the television report from the museum!
Frankly, I myself never believed in all mysticism and it’s wonderful I understand those people who laugh at such stories, because that he is the same. But when one on one you personally meet here with such reliable facts, just no words. Apparently, whatever one may say, there are still some space-time spirals, and sometimes in our world doors open to other dimensions, past or future.
Vladimir Yuryevich PECHNIKOV, p. Petropavlovka Voronezh reg.
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