(c) Ice'Di Griz/Triumph.
...All people gravitate toward the extraordinary,
strange; even to the terrible. The dog is not
gravitates towards the terrible, but only runs away from
him; the man also runs, but also
looks into it, interested. Here
his main feature...
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V.V. Rozanov
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Hayushki dear readers, you must have been completely damaged in
mind, since your inflamed brain pulled you into this particular section.
Well, since you’ve already looked here, read it.
This section will collect various paranormal
phenomena, unusual cases bordering on the consciousness of the terrible and
hidden, hidden in a veil of mystery...
Mystical predictor...
By the way, I am absolutely convinced that creative people
have paranormal talents, most of them not even
suspects of his mystical abilities, now I will bring
a couple of cases from my extensive collection:...The great director Andrei Tarkovsky many times unwittingly
predicted the future. So, in the film "Stalker" (based on the novel
Strugatsky brothers ), when the episode in
flooded room, among other details according to the director's plan
I had to shoot a calendar sheet in the water. Nothing
remarkable, this detail, as it turned out later, had
its fatal destiny. - asked the operator
film. Then Tarkovsky, without looking, tore at random from the calendar
a piece of paper with the date and handed it to the assistant... Via
Several years ago, Andrei Tarkovsky died on this very day...
...Since we remembered the movie "Stalker", it wouldn't be out of place
will touch on the idea of the painting. The film is about the fact that
a mysterious forbidden zone was formed after a terrible accident
in a certain fourth bunker (although we know that we were there
aliens ;). Direct associations with the tragedy on the fourth block
Chernobyl nuclear power plant. However, "Stalker" was filmed by Tarkovsky in seven
years before the real disaster...
...Such prophetic moments in life, and especially in
There was a lot of creativity of the director. Filmed "Sacrifice".
We traveled around Stockholm in search of nature. Suddenly Tarkovsky asks
stop the car. Turning white, he whispers: “There will be
placetragedy!>. When the film has already been shot, during
dubbing and editing, the director learned that after a few
months after the filming of the film in the very place where it was then
pointed out that Swedish Prime Minister Olof Palme was killed...
The mystery of the abandoned .
From time to time messages arrive from different parts of the world
about incredible cases supplementing (but not explaining) the list
anomalous phenomena such as the Bermuda Fault. Here's another one like this
kind of a mysterious example...
In 1919, the British schooner Lucien was marooned on
shore in one of the most desolate capes of the English Channel. On the tables
in the schooner's company cabins there were plates of food, but not a single member
the crew was never found. Local newspapers clearly
called "the devil's hoax"...
...The following note is borrowed from the newspaper "Evening
Chelyabinsk>.
Someone else's cross.
We (me, my husband and two adult children) were going on vacation,
to the Voronezh region by car. The road was long,
so we prepared carefully. At night - leaving home, and
in the evening we decided to walk down the street to unwind a little.
The weather was wonderfulall the people poured into the street and
paraded along Komsomolsky Prospekt, next to which we
we live. We also walked leisurely, talking about
upcoming trip, and suddenly something shiny came across me
on the eyes. On the sidewalk lay a small gold cross, all
carved and very beautiful.
I liked it so much that I didn’t even think about turning it in
Lost and Found, for which I am still tormented by remorse. Not
thinking about it, the next day I took it with me on the road.
The first test awaited us after a two-hour drive. Moving at night
along the serpentine of the Ural Mountains, suddenly the car stalled and
stopped in the middle of the road. My husband is an avid motorist,
departure I looked through everything a hundred times, and, it would seem, nothing should
was to break. For two hours he fiddled with the light of a flashlight
car, everyone’s mood naturally deteriorated. Finally -
then the car started up and we moved on. There was still a long way to go
thirty hours, but some kind of nagging feeling has already gripped everyone
sitting in the car.
By noon we were approaching a small village. And again
surprise, suddenly there was a loud bang and the car jerked sharply
side. Only due to the fact that our car itself is one and a half
tons weighing (GAZ-3502) and we had a cargo with us, it was not carried away
ditch. It turned out that due to a manufacturing defect (?) the camera was torn.
But the worst thing was yetahead.
When we arrived at the place, all the relatives came to us.
The town is small, the people here are very superstitious and pious. And I
somehow casually boasted of her find to her husband’s sister. That's on
I was up in arms. What are you supposed to do, take someone else's fate upon yourself?
You took it, you want to carry someone else’s cross. Get rid of it immediately, he says,
from the cross. But you can’t throw it away - it’s a big sin. Here I am
I began to puzzle over what to do with my find. Every other day we
were invited to visit my husband's sister, and approaching the gate
their houses, I remembered that I had that same ill-fated
cross. And so automatically I took it and put it on the post
neighbor's fence. It seems that she didn’t throw it away and, we can assume,
got rid of him, not wanting, of course, to harm anyone. B
We had a good time while visiting, talked with relatives, and I
I forgot about the cross.
Two days later the weather was very hot, we decided to go
to the river by car. The city, as I already wrote, is small, roads
narrow, accidents rarely occur, since car movements are practically
no. Ahead lay a descent along a narrow road and a sharp turn.
We drove slowly so as not to raise dust. Suddenly they heard
there was a roar, a squeal of brakes, and from the screams they realized that an accident had occurred.
We drove closer and saw something terrible. Passenger car at
in a collision with a cargo truck it was crushed almost into a cake. Chauffeurtruck, all pale as chalk, said that the Zhiguli was coming
at a speed of at least 110 km and crashed at full speed into
him. The ambulance and the police arrived.
There was only talk in the city about this terrible accident, in
whose family died. Imagine my shock when
my husband's sister came and said that today the whole family had died in the accident.
the family of neighbors on the right, on whose post I had placed the day before
cross.
I didn’t tell this story to anyone, I kept it to myself and
I hoped it was just a coincidence. If you choose to print
my letter, please do not include my last name. We have many friends and
acquaintances, I wouldn’t want to look like a villain in their eyes.
Olga N.
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