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This exciting story told by a resident of Russian the city of Orel by Mikhail Zybunovsky, began a very long time ago, in 1947 year. Then Misha was only seven years old.
… Late in the evening, he and his five-year-old sister were sitting in their yard on a pile of soft sawdust and discussed scary stories about brownies and sorcerers heard from adults and primarily from grandmothers. The more eerie details the children recalled, the worse became. Already imagined a witch who flew on a broomstick and now hiding behind a chimney … And sighs came from the chicken coop and chugging grandfather-brownie …
Finally, the fear overpowered, and the children rushed into the hut with a bullet. Soon they were already going to bed. Misha and his sister had one bed, in which they slept in jack.
First meeting
… At night, the boy woke up because someone was pretty sensitively pushed him to the side. Opening his eyes, Misha saw him it seemed a soldier – huge growth and dressed in all green. The head of the “soldier” was covered with a cap, and a quiet emanated from it. orange glow.
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Choking with horror, Misha jumped out of bed and rushed to maternal bed. Whisking under the covers, his eyes closed. Mother I woke up and, seeing the “soldier”, froze.
– Who you are? She asked in a trembling voice. – what do you want necessary?..
He did not answer, continuing to stand over the crib. With a loud gasp, mom rushed there, grabbed a sleeping daughter in an armful and ran her to her. The girl was hidden under a patchwork and Misha ducked under another blanket lying nearby. He hid with his head however, despite a strong fright, he left a small click to to peep.
As soon as she came to, mom again timidly asked the stranger:
– Who are you? How did you get in here?
The uninvited guest sighed heavily, and then suddenly disappeared into in the air. And at that very instant flashes of fire swept outside the window – first in the distance, then quickly approached, and now in the yard, literally under the window, flames raged. Misha and mom cried together deciding that now they will burn … However, the “fire” died down just as quickly, how did it start.
The next morning in the courtyard there was not the slightest trace of a conflagration. The yard was empty and clean.
Second meeting
The next meeting with the same “soldier” occurred when Misha was fourteen years old. In the early autumn, he visited the village Platonov in the Oryol region and one evening decided to secretly pay a visit to collective farm garden for ripened apples.
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Not far from the garden, on a high and rocky river bank, stood abandoned church. Carried away by business, Misha did not immediately notice how from the church ruins towards the garden in the sky moves a large cigar-shaped object with many bright lights on the body.
Seeing this, the teenager gasped and hid in fear behind the bushes. He was shaking, cold sweat streaming from his forehead … For a second, Misha He closed his eyes, wiping his face, and when he opened his eyes, towered over him the familiar “green soldier” who has not changed a bit over the past seven years…
Misha screamed desperately – and his “familiar stranger” disappeared, and a cigar-shaped celestial object slowly flew away …
Third meeting
There was another meeting with a mysterious creature Michael, there was she a quarter century ago when a man came to visit his a friend in the village of Shablykino. More precisely, I didn’t get there a bit … A passing car drove Michael along the highway to the place where from him a country branch leading to Shablykin branched off. You need to go to the village it was not less than an hour.
Evening came, stars appeared in the sky. Suddenly on the horizon the man saw a spherical luminous layering. Childhood fear seemingly long forgotten, covered him with a cold wave again. Michael looked around in a panic: this time there was nowhere to hide. Around – fields with protruding stubble, and only in the distance are visible stacks of straw …
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The luminous formation, rapidly approaching, took shape in a huge ball hovered over Michael. On board were UFOs round portholes, of which someone looked at a man flat faces. And next to Mikhail he reared, as if he had emerged from the ground, his “personal monster” is a giant in a green robe and a cap flickering in orange …
For a while, a man and an alien, having frozen, studied one of another. And the amazing thing, the fear tormenting Michael, unexpectedly stepped back. The man calmly sat on a boulder lying on the side of the road, and began to consider the object hanging above him. Then translated look at his “counterpart” and finally saw him properly.
It turned out that earlier Mikhail was mistaken in taking the clothes of this creatures for the uniform of a soldier. The alien was dressed in green jumpsuit remotely similar to a chemical protection suit. Overalls sparsely penetrated phosphoric threads that poured dead green light. The cap, as it turned out, did not cover his face and resembled an oval hood tightly pulled over his head.
The face, fleshy, bluish, looked definitely unearthly: a flattened nose, a tiny mouth under it, or rather a lipless one narrow slot. The hands of an alien were, by human standards, disproportionately long. In them, he squeezed a certain object, aimed at Michael …
When the alien, with his characteristic lightning speed, his the ship disappeared from sight in a matter of seconds, the man woke up from of his strange numbness and again feeling fear and even horror, rushed towards the village …
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Since then, Mikhail Zybunovsky has not seen his “space buddy “, which was very pleased, rightly believing that three meetings with him are quite enough. That’s just a riddle for a man like that and the following remained: why did the alien appear to him and why did he chose Michael for such strange contacts? Not a single ufologist, to which a resident of Orel addressed, failed to explain to him this paradox…
We told you only about one contact of a person with aliens, albeit the strangest, almost mystical, but such, I think, far from accidental, thousands of meetings on Earth. Unfortunately, many witnesses of such “miracles” are afraid to talk about them. Fortunately, such intimidated by superstitions and materialistic propaganda of people getting smaller and smaller …
