This incident happened in the summer of 2002. For certain reasons, our family had to drastically change their place of residence, having moved from the city of Minsk to one provincial town in Ukraine. Our family consisted of three people: me, my husband and our four-year-old son.
With the help of friends who lived in that city, we managed to acquire an old private house on the outskirts. We didn't really like the house, but we got it for a ridiculous price, especially since they promised my husband a fairly successful job, and we expected to live there for a year, and then buy an apartment or build our own house. Anyway, it was better than living in a rented apartment or the like.
I can't say that my husband and I had a bad life in this house, but our son literally from the first days changed his behavior dramatically. At this age, children are usually very curious and sociable, trying all the time to learn something new for themselves. We knew our Artyom as an overactive child who simply hated staying at home and was constantly eager to go somewhere for a walk. But at the same time, he always obeyed his parents, and if it was necessary to stay at home, he obediently remained and played in his room.
But now everything has changed dramatically. It was impossible to keep Artyom alone in the house. He cried and screamed if he was left alone in the house, even when I or my husband were working at that time in the yard under the windows. And when we had to leave, it turned into real torment for the child.
At first, my husband and I thought that our move had such a negative impact on him, but over time the situation began to worsen. The son refused to sleep in his room, he constantly ran to my bedroom with my husband. He reacted to all questions with crying and shouting. When one day, in a calm atmosphere, I asked him about all this, he replied: “There is a bad uncle! He hurts in his arms and hits me! Laughs and chases me! "
To say that I was in shock is to say nothing. I have never shouted or forced the child, so now my husband and I tried to calmly question him and find out the reason for his fear.
According to Artyom, in our house (somewhere in the hallway area) there is some kind of "evil uncle" who constantly laughs and mocks Artyom. Judging by his words, his uncle twisted his arms and pinched his body. I noticed some red spots on my son's body, but everyone turned to allergies. Artyom also said that his uncle loves to run after him, laughing and pushing him in the back. And at night he sits on his closet (!) And from there throws various things at him, preventing him from sleeping.
When we asked about his uncle's appearance, the son began to cry again and rushed to his husband's arms, shouting that his uncle was looking out the window and showing his tongue. At that moment, my husband and I became really creepy. We went around the whole house with my son, checked literally every corner: naturally, we did not find any "uncle". But my husband still moved his son's crib to our room, and the next week he slept with us. Sometimes he would wake up at night and move into bed with us, saying at the same time that his uncle is standing in the doorway and grimacing.
I don’t know how, but our problem has come to the ears of our neighbors - four pensioners with whom we had excellent relations. Irina Matveevna advised us of one person who lived in one village, however, in another area, but could help solve our problem. According to a neighbor, she approached him with her daughter when she could not get pregnant, and he performed "a real miracle," according to his grandmother.
My husband and I could not get free from work in order to go to this person, but recent days have shown that this should be done as soon as possible. The "evil uncle" seemed to understand what we were going to do, so he began to pester our Artyom more and more. Even in my husband's and my bedroom, Artyom could not sleep well, he cried all the time and ran from the house to the street. And once (before we went to that witch doctor), the son came running in tears and said that his uncle had put a wire around his neck and tried to strangle him.
In general, we agreed with a familiar driver and went with our son. The witch doctor, to be honest, at first did not make any impression on me. He looked, sorry, like an ordinary village drunk. A middle-aged peasant, completely bald and fat, the house is a real mess, a strange smell. But in one of the rooms there was still something “like that”: there were some bunches of herbs on the walls, there were a lot of books on the shelves.
I told him my story, he listened attentively, then sat down opposite us and asked to be silent for a few minutes. After that, he closed his eyes and began to do something incomprehensible, it seemed that he was just making faces at my little son. The man winced, twisted his head, pinched his cheeks. Artyom was even amused by this sight. After a while, this began to annoy me, and I was about to express this to this man, but he stopped me with a gesture, without even opening his eyes. So he sat for another five minutes, after which he sighed deeply, called my Artyom to him and whispered something in his ear for a long time. The son actively listened to the man, and then nodded his head and whispered something in response.
I understand you have nowhere else to live, right? - The man asked me. “Well, you’ll spend the night there, I’m sure.” And tomorrow I am waiting for you again with me. I know you have a long way to go, but you have to. And I need you to bring me two apples plucked outside your estate. It's summer now, so you won't have any problems with that. It's better if you pick a wild apple, but if you don't find one, ask forgiveness and pick an apple from one of the neighbors. Don't ask or buy, it's important! Do not be afraid of tonight, Artem will be calm. How you will come to me is another question. But I'm waiting!
He said all this in one long tirade, with a very boring and drawling voice. Saying goodbye, we went home. I agreed with the driver the next morning, but suddenly, when we arrived at the house, his car broke down. Together with my husband and a neighbor, a mechanic, they fiddled with the engine until night, but they could not do anything.
In the morning I had to look for a new driver. We called all the taxis, but we were refused everywhere. All neighbors also abruptly refused the trip. The bus did not go to that village from our city either. At the last moment, an acquaintance of her husband came to us, and we began to tearfully ask him for a favor. He agreed, but again bad luck: I put the apples in a bag, and he disappeared somewhere. For another twenty minutes we were looking for apples, until we decided to pick new ones from a neighbor's tree. With great difficulty, we nevertheless reached our destination.
This time the man was very serious, muttered something to himself and cut one apple with a knife. Then he gave the half to Artyom and ordered him to eat it. He ate the other half himself, and he simply pierced the second apple with a knife and left it on the table.
Ask your neighbors to shelter you for one night, they will agree. And in the morning you can go home without any problems, but don't worry if that happens. This is a fee. This will be all right!
We got home safely, and immediately I rushed to the pensioner neighbors. Fortunately, they did not refuse us. We spent the night in their spare room, and slept that night as well as ever. We woke up only at ten o'clock and immediately hurried home.
When we returned, we were horrified. The bedroom window was shattered, and many things in the house were gone. Few equipment, expensive clothes and something else. My husband wanted to report to the police, but for some reason I dissuaded him. And literally two days later, news came to us that they had caught one drunk man from our city, who climbed into us at night and carried out our things. He was caught in another house, and then admitted that he cleaned ours too. Unfortunately, he had already managed to sell his things to some huckster, so he could not return them. This peasant was thundered behind bars for a long time.
Immediately after that, the situation returned to normal, we slept peacefully, and my son began to behave more balanced. Once, to my question about the "evil uncle", Artem answered briefly: "He went home!"
And by the way, even now he does not tell me what that witch-man whispered to him.
"It was early morning. The summer sun was rising from behind the forest beyond the cranberry bog. It was reflected in every drop of dew, in the leaves wet from the last rain. The morning fog was quickly melting. Only a small cloud remained above the swamp itself, but it will dissipate in a few minutes ... "
Scary uncle
The next day, Ovsyannikov left with his mother and grandparents to the village, to Kamyshovka. They went there every summer. They have a house in Kamyshovka, which Danilkin's father built when he was alive.
Danilka's dad was a test cosmonaut. So he built that house. Dad later died testing a new space shuttle. Danilka was not yet a year old.
In general, the Ovsyannikovs left, and the Solovyovs and Zakharovs left with them from the neighboring, fourth house. There, in Kamyshovka with Danilka, Kolya Zakharov and Zoya Solovyova, this happened! It all started with an incident on the train. In general, I will now tell you everything in order.
So, the Ovsyannikovs set off early in the morning. The "luggage" was carried out into the hallway: suitcases, rolled up mattresses. Danilka did not understand why he had to carry all this with him. There, in Kamyshovka, they already have it all. And what is not, you can buy in the store, at the station. Well, of course, grandfather will carry everything - not grandmother.
When the apartment door was locked, Danilka wanted to help grandfather. He whispered a spell, and all this luggage rose into the air and himself floated to the exit from the entrance. Grandma shouted:
- Danil, are you out of your mind? What will people think? Well, stop these magic things of yours. Is it not enough for you that in the circus you played on a man?
- Nothing I did not swagger. It happened by accident because I used the wrong spell.
- There was nothing at all to go to him with these your spells. Put your luggage in place before someone sees it.
- So what, what will they see?
- You don't know people. They say that you don't even leave the house later.
In general, I had to return the luggage to its place. His grandfather took - two suitcases in each hand. Mom took the rolled mattresses, and Grandma took a bag of groceries. We went on our way.
Kolya with his grandmother and Zoya with two grandmothers were waiting for the Ovsyannikovs at the tram stop. We got to the station, bought tickets at the station's ticket office and got on the train.
Danilka, as always, settled down near the window. He loved to look out of the carriage window during the trip. There you could see so many interesting things: forests, meadows, villages sweep past; when the train goes across the bridge, below you can see the river and the steamers sailing along it, barges with cargo. But this time the pleasure of the trip was ruined.
As soon as the train left the platform, a strange guy entered the carriage. More precisely, not strange, but scary. He looked like Pan Lucik from Danilka's nightmares: bald head; sharp, wedge-shaped, beard; evil eyes. Well, similar and similar: so what?
Yes, that was not the point - not that it looked like. The fact is that Danilka immediately felt the energy of Evil. There was a feeling of piercing, chilling fear. It was like in the lessons taught by Aladdin ibn Hasan. But earlier, in the classroom, Danilka easily coped with tasks and suppressed the energy of Evil, but now it did not work.
The uncle sat down on a seat by the opposite window and looked askance at the Ovsyannikovs. Uncle, apparently, also did not like Danilkin's look. In general, he felt something. Then he got up, went up to Danilka and, bending over to him, said in an ominous voice:
- What, puppy ?! Do you like me?! Well, many people don't like me! Only I do not leave any of them alive! Prepare to die, puppy!
- What do you allow yourself ?! - Danilkina's grandmother was indignant. - Shame on you to scare a child!
- What, madam, and you don't like me? Then you, too, get ready for the fiery hell, - hissed the uncle.
A few passengers of the train began to be indignant, threatened to call a policeman ... Grandfather did not frighten him with a policeman. He got up, took the man by the scruff of his neck and carried him into the vestibule. In parting, he gave him a good kick. Uncle, from this kick, flew off somewhere, and you could hear him hitting something. Grandpa warned him:
- Go back to the car - I'll hit you, - and returned to the place.
Passengers, Danilka, Kolya and Zoya with their grandmothers were delighted. And Danilkina's grandmother says, reproachfully:
- You shouldn't be like that, Vanya. Why use force? It was necessary to call the police.
- I know the present police-police, - answered the grandfather. - Nothing will happen to this villain, and we will also be guilty.
Uncle, I didn't return to the carriage. For some time he stood in the vestibule. Danilka saw him with special inner vision, which only wizards and magicians have. It was not good, anxious at heart, and Danilka was going to use a spell against the dark forces, but ... the man, suddenly, disappeared himself. The fear vanished immediately.
We got to the Bobrovsk station in half an hour. It took about twenty minutes from the station to Kamyshovka, if you were light. But the Ovsyannikovs carried the load. The load was not easy. They trudged with their luggage for over an hour, despite the fact that they took two suitcases from Uncle Vanya Kolya.
Kolya is big, he was already thirteen then. So the suitcases were not very heavy for him, so he undertook to carry them. Danilka could also help, in his own magical way. It is a pity that the grandmother did not want to frighten people with incomprehensible ones. Yes, the circus was enough for her.
In general, we somehow made it to Kamyshovka.
It was already eleven o'clock in the afternoon.
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| Stone with the image of animals |
In Scotland, archaeologists have been puzzling over the amazing image of a huge man with an ax, a predatory nose, sharp teeth and a beard for several decades. Finally, excavations have thrown light on its origins.
The image is engraved on a stone about 1.8 meters high, the height of a person, discovered in the Aberdeen area in 1978. Mkzhchina received the nickname "Man from Raina", after the village near which the stele was found.
Excavations, begun this year, have helped to find other stones, mainly with images of animals, as well as the remains of Mediterranean ceramics, French glass, masterfully made by clearly Anglo-Saxons metal products - fasteners, knives, tools.
Professor Gordon Noble of the University of Aberdeen believes that the stones were set in the place where the settlement of the ancient Picts was once located, and the portrait of a terrible man was most likely on the grave of the ancient leader.
The ax on the shoulder of a man, according to archaeologists, is of ritual significance - it is very similar to the sacrificial ax, with the help of which the ancient inhabitants of Scotland sacrificed to the gods. Analysis of the artifacts showed that the place was inhabited approximately 1500 years ago, in the 5-6th centuries AD.
The stele could also mean the entrance to the fortress - the Picts settled on the hills, and such a portrait was supposed to inspire terror to the traveler from afar. The name Raini is related to the ancient word "king", "leader".
The Picts, according to one version, are one of the branches of the Celts, according to the other - the descendants of the first Indo-European settlers who arrived from one of the first waves of human settlement around the world.
According to another working version of Scottish historians, the portrait may not depict a specific person, but the god of the ancient Celts, Ezus, or, perhaps, even the apostle Matthew. Findings of household items clearly made in the Roman Empire testify to the influence of late Rome on the inhabitants of the Aberdeen environs.
Some items also depict Christian crosses - at this time, the Christianization of the island inhabitants began.
A rare woman does not dream of losing weight. If she is slim, then let her skeleton lose weight. What tricks our ladies do not go to to make the gait light, and the figure slim. Diets, body wraps, whatever. Moreover, they say that some new terrible enemy called Cellulite has appeared. I don't know who he is. In the eyes, when I was born, I did not see. I just have a difficult past - a former gymnast. But very scary. Personally, he seems to me like a terrible mustachioed guy with tenacious fingers, which he pulls towards me, trying to grab some significant part of my body. But the conversation is not about that.
It was summer. My vacation was coming to an end. It's not painful for a teacher's salary to go around. As the saying goes: "I would fly to Goa, but I don't have a hua in my pocket." I had to rest at home, on the territory of my dear collective farm, allowing myself small insignificant joys such as visiting a hairdresser, painting, haircuts and manicure and pedicure in order to bring myself into a divine form before the start of the school year. Everything would be fine, but in the empty hall I was struck by heart-rending screams that came from behind the closed door. Frightened, and clutching my hairdresser, and part-time the owner of the salon Tanya, in the hand, I wondered: what is it? To which she received an interesting answer: Aunt Olya, this is the masseuse Inga doing anti-cellulite massage.
It is necessary to explain why I am Aunt Olya. In Romanian, a respectful address to a woman sounds like "doamna Olga". Translated into Russian, well, something like madam, madam. Mrs. Olga is too cool. Therefore, the girls-masters nicknamed me "tanté Olya". Translated as "aunt Olya". A million times I asked them to tell me “you” and just call me “Olya,” the answer is one: we cannot. Very much respect. I'm used to it. It even sounds cool "our aunt Olya". All the rest are strangers. When clients come to the salon and hear "Aunt Olya", they first scold Tanya, and when they hear how old I really am, they say; "Aunt Olya, I'm sorry, they were wrong." But it is not important.
Back to our cellulite. It took me a long time to visit my favorite salon. It turns out that during my absence the masseuse Inga appeared here. They say she's just a sorceress. For 10 massage sessions, women lost 10 kg. The prospect seemed very tempting. And I decided to lose ten, not ten, but 7 kg for the rest of the week before going to work. Since the profile posted on the dating site did not give me rest, and my old acquaintance Hymen, pushed me to more and more new exploits, I decided to lose weight.
Inga, summoned to me, scheduled the first massage for tomorrow and ordered me to bring me a sheet, massage oil and a wrap film. The next evening at exactly 19.30, I was in the salon with the attributes purchased for weight loss. And, naturally, the boy-Hymen followed me. Then something terrible began. Under the tenacious hands of the masseuse, I realized that I felt the pastry dough when it was kneaded and pounded with my fists. My cries and pleas for help did not work on Inga. Hymen was sitting on the closet and laughing wildly, saying that if you want to be beautiful, you must be ready for any sacrifice.
The victim I was inexperienced and came to torture with cling film. Inga rejected her and said that she had a bonus for special clients: the plastic wrap left over from the tomato greenhouse. She stole it from her husband. Massage oil is not enough for me. I was smeared with cayenne pepper warming gel and wrapped in thick plastic. It immediately turned out that I had come in the wrong clothes: knee-length leggings and a T-shirt, but I had to be in a wide, light dress.
I was wrapped in greenhouse film. From knee to chest. In it, I could neither sneeze nor bend and creaked like a grasshopper. It is impossible to put on underwear. She threw her panties into a bag of Hymen on the closet, bent over with laughter. I had to go home. But as? Inga cut the film between my legs so that I could somehow pull the leggings. Together we pulled them on, threw on a T-shirt. They put the sheet and towel in a bag and I, like a tin soldier, with unbending limbs, went towards the house. Only a wide scarf and darkness saved me.
For the first time, I was absolutely happy that I did not live in the city center. Because, walking home, I felt that I was very cool in the place where my back was losing its noble name. It was also very uncomfortable to walk. For some reason, my legs were shackled. It turned out that on this greenhouse film my leggings slid down to my ankles, and the propeller shaft was completely open.
The hymen, flying after me, just tumbled over his head and groaned with laughter, saying that he would not give me to anyone, because there is no other fool like me in the whole world. And I, standing in the middle of the road, tried to pull leggings on a slippery plastic tomato wrap, not to let go of the bag and hold the scarf. And from the cayenne pepper the whole body itched, burned and itched.
Everything would be fine but passing cars sometimes illuminated me with headlights. And the figure of the uncle loomed behind me, who did not want to overtake me. Apparently he was afraid. I understand him perfectly. In the dark, to meet a strange woman, walking like a Robocop, and even creaking, - everyone will be scared. I don't know what he thought: either I am an alien hurrying to an alien ship, or the Martians have taken over the Earth and star wars will soon begin.Or maybe he likedmy slight unearthly glow that appeared every time I was illuminated by the headlights of a passing car.
Bagatin (bogatin?) - 1. anthropomorphic creature coming from the future. Bagatin wears a high transparent headdress, as well as something like a skirt (in the early version - a black round hat, a T-shirt, while with bare legs without pants, a skirt or panties). Bagatin exists in the future, because the past no longer exists, and the future has not yet arrived. He travels in time using a special portal (in the early version - on a disk-shaped time machine). Initially, it was understood as a good creature bringing various gifts from the future, but later it was endowed with a certain demonic nature - bagatin began to take people to the future. 2 - a certain race of people who defeated the uncles and fought with toilets.
Bajor is a demonic creature associated with night and sleep. Has cape wings like Batman and top hat (not actually seen). Bajor speaks in a sad voice and grabs the undead victim with a cape. The most famous bazhor is Kadigusiy.
Beef Stroganoff is the name of the man who fell under the spell of Uncle Cat. While driving a car, Beef Stroganoff received great strength from his uncle, jumped out of the car, galloped around houses and destroyed cities and villages. The machine, meanwhile, was controlled telepathically.
Bulyga the Almighty is a giant, a giant, a hero, a ruler.
Bryndokvas is a terrible guy.
Brondulei is a terrible guy.
The Great Spirit is the personified world Mind. The Great Spirit is dedicated to the week-long festival of Passing Fires (the week before the New Year), when all desires are fulfilled. The Great Spirit dwells in non-being (creates being?).
Great Cat, Boyun Cat, Great Blagodur, Blagodur, Mediator - a huge cat, the father of all cats. Possesses great wisdom. Lives in the crater of a volcano, flies through the air on a magic nose, shoots from the nose. Below the Great Cat in rank is the Gorlat Cat.
Vodopey is a terrible guy. There is no data on horniness. Serpentine - has a dragon in its mouth instead of a tongue. It is also said about him: “his eyes are black, long”.
Thundering - a giant, a giant, destroying cities. Appears late in the epic. In "The Tale of Tsar Diarrhea" (see in Yandex) he is endowed with the ability to transform into various things.
The scary guy is a creature of demonic nature. Many terrible uncles have monstrous features: horns, a snake (dragon) in the mouth instead of a tongue, a scary voice, etc. ends were defeated by them.
Uncle Wolf is one of the most ancient scary uncles. Can appear in the form of a man and a wolf (werewolf?). Produces characteristic sounds - "waddles".
Uncle Vol is a modification of Uncle Wolf.
Uncle Bear (Bear) - sometimes appears with Uncle Wolf, rarely mentioned. (Werewolf?)
Uncle Cat is an evil wizard. A bearded man with glasses acting like a cat. He bewitches Beef Stroganoff (see Beef Stroganoff) when he picks him up on the highway, passing by in a GAZ-69 car.
Uncle Beard - one of the ancient terrible uncles, has a small beard. The degree of beardiness: beard, bearded, with beards, completely bearded.
Serpentine is a terrible snake uncle.
Grandfather Popot is a mysterious creature peeping at the world from outside. There is no data on his appearance.
The cook is a multi-headed totem idol.
Cellular uncle is a terrible guy whose whole body is covered with a tattoo (cells).
Lunar man, smart man, dull man - demonic creature from the Moon, able to teleport. Periodically appears to the hero. Appearance - head and torso are not separated - no neck.
Mitnadzor, Midtnadzor, Ministry of Transport, Rybnadzor - a serial killer, a maniac.
The Ivalman bear is a fabulous magic bear.
Bear with balyg is a modification of the Ivalman bear.
Muzdrevles is a robber.
Mornouley Dedko, Dedko Mornouley is a cross between an old man and an apple tree.
Mohovei is a terrible guy.
Nekras is a guy with a house in his belly, he can put the homeless there.
Pihodius is a demonic creature. Characteristic features - when walking, Pikhodiy rotates his hands folded into fists, with them he knocks the hero, while his eyes are closed. Pikhodiy says: “I am a hardened, three-headed Pikhodiy. Now I will whistle. " Figures in "The Tale of the King of Diarrhea".
The gambler is a wizard.
Purgan is the god of storm, blizzard, wind and destruction.
The Horned Grandfather is a deity, a totemic image, a horned grandfather with a pumped-up body.
Horned is the name of a terrible horned uncle.
The scarecrow is a common name for the terrible uncles.
Chudokvas is a terrible guy.
Chernokvas is a terrible guy.
Chelubey is a terrible guy.
Black uncle is a common name for a terrible evil uncle.
Damn - damn.
The black wizard is an evil wizard.
The ram-man is a demonic creature, half-human, half-ram. Called by the spell: "What a demon, not that there are no horns and a beard on purpose"? He appears and says: "I have everything."
Yas is a terrible guy associated with the moon, night and moonlight.
