The secret of the psychic. A mystical novel

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The secret of the psychic. A mystical novel
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© Svetlana Mirray, 2022

ISBN 978-5-0056-4372-8

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CHAPTER 1. THE TRAVELING COMPANION

 
Let, Let the road run into the distance
Sadness
Let it not lie on your heart
I can do anything in the world.
 

Ivan Mikhailovich turned the steering wheel and hummed his favorite song of Leopold the cat from the cartoon, while cheerfully whistling its melody.

It was already hard to remember when he first got behind the wheel of a car, so many years had passed, and he himself was no longer a boy. "The old broken trough" is how he called himself jokingly among his fellow truckers.

His wife Nastenka was seriously ill and died of cancer, five years have passed since her death. He never got married again, he went all into work. So occasionally random women appeared, but no one stayed long. There was no one who would replace his beloved wife.

– The sun is shining brightly, a sparrow is chirping. It's more fun to live a good life in the white world," Ivan continued to hum the song, "Well, what are you standing here for, you fools?

Girls in miniskirts were standing on the side of the road, some of them were smoking, others were standing on the spot looking at cars and trucks.

– They would have gone to work and even to the factory and would have been normal people, then they would have married, – he shouted, but no one heard him, all the windows were closed in the cabin.

Ivan Mikhailovich was born in the village, by nature he was fair and honest. Therefore, now he spoke from the heart, well, it’s disgusting because all this, you will agree!

Therefore, despite his bachelor status, he never used the services of moths.

He was passing the village of Svetloye and noticed an old man on the side of the road, who waved his hand at him. Ivan Mikhailovich pressed the clutch pedal, the truck growled and stopped.

– Hello to me in the next village on the highway it will be in about half an hour – said the old man.

– Get in, have fun together, – Ivan replied.

– You won't regret that they put me in jail, I'm still that guy in the village, an accordion, ditties and stories, and that's all me, people love me for that. By the way, what is your name?

–I'm Ivan," he replied and lit a cigarette, blowing smoke rings out the window.

– But we are namesakes, and I am Ivan too. the old man laughed. – Two Ivan, two blockheads.

– But why am I a fool?

– Yes, that's me, you don't understand all the rhyme. Well, I'll tell you only one story, but if our paths still converge, then there will be another story for you," the old man lit his pipe and coughed.

– Why do you have such valuable stories?

– Well, how can I tell you, people really like them.

«Come on, old man, tell your story,» Ivan said and prepared to listen.

MERMAIDS

– This strange story happened a long time ago, when I was a young guy and served as a soldier in a construction battalion, – the old man began the story, he lit his pipe again, – And the military unit was located near the city of Timashevsk.

– This is Krasnodar Krai, a southern city, and I often go there for work, the other day I have to take the cargo there, – Ivan said.

"All right, listen further to what happened to me there," the old man replied.

One hot summer, my friend Sasha and I decided to go awol for the whole weekend. We agreed with our comrades in the company that we should be covered, collected the most necessary things and went to the farm with the name of Fierce.

– Is the name something strange? – I said to my friend then.

– Now we will check whether this name corresponds to reality, – he laughed in response.

We took each of our duffel bags and went. It was necessary to walk five kilometers to the farm, we covered this distance in a couple of hours. We knocked on one house and an old grandmother immediately opened it to us.

– Let us in for a couple of days, and we'll do the work you give us, – said Sashka.

– Welcome, come on in, you guys will have a bed for the night, – grandma answered in a kind voice, straightening her gray hair that had fallen out from under a colorful scarf.

She showed us the room and invited us to the table. The lunch was simply divine, because then I had not eaten home cooking for a year, but sat on soldiers' grub.

– Come on, do you want to go swimming on the river? – she asked, pouring homemade kvass into glasses.

– Yes, and you don't have fishing rods?

– There is no such good, and you will not catch fish there, the owner of the river will be against it, – grandma replied.

– And who is the owner? Is your administration local, or what? – we answered in unison.

– No, – she laughed, – Just the owner of the river.

– Is this master Neptune, or what? – now we laughed in response.

– Don’t laugh, otherwise he will be angry with you and won’t let you go. «Chop some wood for me and go to the river,» the old woman said.

While Sasha and I were chopping wood, everyone discussed this conversation with grandma and came to the conclusion that Old Believers most likely live here, who will worship various spirits, and we calmed ourselves with this.

– Well, did you guys chop wood for me?

– Yes, we are finishing soon.

– Quit your job and go to the river, otherwise you have to get back before dark.

"Good," we said in surprise and looked at each other, but still decided to obey and left the firewood.

We went along the path into the forest and saw the long-awaited river, which stretched in a long ribbon along the gentle bank, and on its edge grew tall reeds.

Suddenly, a ringing female laugh rang out from there. And Sasha and I saw two girls among the reeds, who were sitting on huge stones covering their bodies with colorful scarves.

– Well, are you boys going to swim?  one of them asked in her thin melodious voice.

– Yes, of course we're going. And you probably wake up here, the villagers? – Sashka said joyfully, he had finally met female representatives for many months of service.

– Yes, we are local, local, – they giggled together.

– And you take off your clothes and run to us. The water is warm, like fresh milk," said a dark girl with a long, thick braid that lay on her shoulder.

– Let’s run, dear, let’s run, – said Sashka and quickly began to take off his soldier’s trousers.

–Wait," I said softly, "Don't rush, remember what the old lady told us about the strange places here, and about the owner of the river. Usually girls behave more modestly, but they don't invite guys they don't know.

– Come on, Vanya, why are you like a little one. Look what kind of girls, well, when will you have such an opportunity again? "Well, are we running into the river?" he said, taking off his T—shirt, the last thing left on him.

– Why don't you undress? – asked a dark girl with a long braid.

– A little later. I'll stand for a while, take a look around.

– Well, come on then, Vanya, come on. You’re smart, live,» the girl giggled, and a fish tail and scales appeared from under her scarf, apparently she was covering it, then she slipped off the stone and dived into the river.

– Sasha, wait, they are not girls at all, but mermaids!  I shouted loudly, but I didn't have time.

He had already run up and jumped into the water. The second girl also dived after them.

– Sasha!  I shouted standing next to the water, looking at its smooth surface.

I stood and shouted for a long time until the sun began to set. Sasha immediately disappeared under the water and never showed up again.

I came back in tears. The old lady listened to my story, shook her head and said softly.

– So the river swallowed up your friend. The owner took him to himself.

– That's the end of the story, Ivan, and we have already arrived in my village, – said the old man, putting his old pipe in his bosom.

– Mermaids, it turns out they dragged your friend to the bottom, – Ivan said thoughtfully, – And then they found his body?

– No, Van was never found, – the old man replied, – I told you that I'm still that storyteller and my stories are all very interesting. Next time I'll tell you another super story. Thank you Vanya for giving me a ride.

Ivan stopped the old man, he got out, and he himself drove on alone, whistling his favorite song under his nose.

– The sun is shining brightly, a sparrow is chirping.

It’s more fun to live a good life in the white world!

CHAPTER 2. A STRANGE TRAVELING COMPANION

As if by an irony of fate, Ivan had to go to the city of Timashevsk, his money client was waiting there and he had to pick up the cargo to deliver it to Moscow.

If it works out, then I'll stop by the village of Fierce, about which the old man told me, because I wonder if people live there now.

Suddenly Ivan noticed that a tall man in a long raincoat was standing on the road, a hood was on his head that covered his entire face, he was standing and waiting for someone to stop him.

"I won't stop him," the thought flashed through Ivan's head. A strange type. I don't like strange people like that.

But the man blocked his way, so like it or not, he had to press the brake and abruptly stop the truck.

– Are you tired of living?  Ivan shouted.

To which the man did not answer anything, but simply silently approached the cabin and began to open the door.

– Where are you going without an invitation?

But the strange man in the raincoat again said nothing.

 

– Maybe you're dumb? If so, nod.

The man nodded his head slightly.

– Well, what should I do with you, sit down, – Ivan pitied the peasant, – I can't leave you here. I'm going south. I have to go to Timashevsk. You then wave your hand where you need to stop.

The man again nodded imperceptibly to Ivan in response.

– That's settled. And now you can sit down.

The fellow traveler climbed into the cab and pressed himself into the corner and sat down right next to the door.

– If you want, I'll talk, and you nod or mumble.

Ivan looked at the man, who was sitting motionless again.

– Okay, sit down. Just don't forget to give a sign so that your stop won't pass. Otherwise I'll take you very far away," Ivan said and continued whistling his favorite song.

"-Let the road run into the distance

Sadness

Let it not lie on your heart

I can do anything in the world!"

The fellow traveler sat for a long time, pressed into the very corner of the cabin, and his black hood hung directly over his face, so that it was impossible to see not only his facial features, but also to determine his age.

Ivan had already relaxed during this time and even began to forget about the existence of an outsider in his car.

But suddenly the fellow traveler stirred, he began to carefully look for something in his raincoat. Soon he took out a jar, and worms and maggots were swarming in it. It was seen how he took them out with his bony fingers from the jar, they, bending their red body, tried to resist.

– You're probably going fishing?  Ivan asked with a grin.

But the fellow traveler was silent again, he even stopped communicating with gestures.

Ivan wondered what he was going to do with the worms now, and he turned his head and looked at the strange fellow traveler.

And the man picked up the worm without paying attention to Ivan, as if he was not there, and pushed it into the mouth invisible under the hood, and began to make an unpleasant slurping sound.

– Ugh! – I couldn't stand it, Ivan said aloud, but he thought to himself, – Let him do what he wants with himself, if only he would sit quietly and get out of my car as soon as possible.

The man, when he had eaten all the worms and maggots, again huddled in the corner of the cabin, without making any more slurping sounds.

Lord, why did you send me such a strange man?  Ivan thought to himself, looking at the road. – And when he gets out of the car at all, I'm pretty sick of it all.

Ivan stopped at a gas station near the village to pour diesel fuel into the tank.

The fellow traveler sat silently in the cab and was not going anywhere.

– Go out for a smoke break, maybe you need to go out?  Ivan said.

There was only silence in response.

– Well, as you know, man, then sit, but no nonsense just.

Ivan bought instant noodles in the store, where a beautiful saleswoman brewed it for him with boiling water. There was a small table in the store for long-distance drivers like him, and he decided to use the service and have a snack.

Then he walked a little next to the truck, smoked and got behind the wheel.

The fellow traveler was still sitting in silence, his hood completely covered his face, perhaps he was even asleep.

Ivan started the car, she growled in response, they drove off and drove off.

Time passed quickly, the gray highway flashed through the windshield like a long ribbon. Ivan began to feel sleepy, and there was still a long way to go.

It was already quite dark. Night was approaching. The strange man stirred again and took out a small bundle from his cloak. Ivan turned his head and was stunned. There was fresh red meat lying there. He again took out a piece with his bony fingers and put it in a hooded mouth somewhere deep there, then the man began to slurp loudly.

Ivan was tired of the road and couldn't take it all anymore. He stopped the KAMAZ, got out of it, went to the door on his side, opened the door and said:

– That's it, man, you got me, come out, I don't owe you absolutely anything.

The strange traveling companion sat silently, and without movements.

– Come out, in a good way,» Ivan said angrily.

Silence.

Ivan climbed into the cab, grabbed the man by the breasts and threw him out of it.

The strangest thing is that he didn't even resist. When Ivan threw him to the ground, something fell out from under the raincoat, rumbled and remained in the cabin.

And the strange man himself fell to the ground like a sack and crumbled into pieces. Ivan cursed loudly from what he saw, spat in disgust and quickly got behind the wheel, recovering.

"What the hell is going on," he said angrily. – Who is this? A dead man?

Ivan saw in his car on the floor in front of the seat a shoe that had fallen off this strange man, he bent down to pick it up, and there was something white and smooth inside, it looked like a bone. Disgusted, Ivan grabbed the shoe and threw it through the open window.

Ivan drove in silence, he tried not to think about the incidents that had happened. After all, the case generated more questions than answers. And no one can answer these questions.

Ivan's KAMAZ disappeared from view, leaving what was left of the strange fellow traveler lying on the road. Soon the cloak rose on its own and began to collect all its body parts scattered along the road, and when there was nothing left, it slowly wandered along the side of the road and disappeared into the forest, carrying with it the unsolved mystery of its origin.

Ivan meanwhile followed his route to the city of Timashevsk.

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