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The tricks of the forest spirit.
When my grandfather Agzyam Karimov was 18 years old, he and his 16-year-old brother went to the forest to get firewood. Let's go at night. The fact is that the next day there were many things to do, and the night was so moonlit - as bright as day. But they did not manage to bring firewood.
Unknown being.
When we entered the forest, the horse neighed and stopped as if rooted to the spot, not wanting to go further. The brothers looked ahead and saw that a ball was rolling towards them along the forest road. At some distance from them, the ball stopped and turned around like a hedgehog. In front of them was some unknown forest creature. Grandfather and brother, frightened, turned the horse around and went the other way. There were many roads in the forest - all the locals prepared firewood for the winter and traveled to different places. And now they are riding the other way, and again the horse snorted and stopped - and again the same ball rolls on them. The horse stopped - the ball also stopped, then turned around, and again a mysterious creature rose on its paws in front of them. The brother began to beg Agzyam to leave the forest as soon as possible.
Lost branches.
They began to leave, they noticed a tall curly birch on the outskirts of the forest. They decided to chop birch branches for brooms, so that there would be something to bathe in the bathhouse. Grandfather, taking an ax in his hands, climbed a tree. He began to cut branches, instructing his younger brother to pick up and put them on the cart. Having cut a decent number of branches, he asked his brother how much more to cut, but he replied that he had not yet caught a single branch. All branches, not reaching the ground, were carried away with a rustling somewhere by an unknown force.
So the brothers returned home with nothing: the forest spirit did not want to give away their wealth.
(mystical stories about evil spirits)
Gelfirya Khaidarzkanovna.
Night strangler.
This story happened not to me but to my friends - three or four years ago. In an ordinary apartment in the city of the hero of Volgograd, an ordinary Galya family lived - a young pretty girl, her husband Grisha and their little son Sashenka.
Couldn't wake up.
The weekday, which did not portend any troubles, approached sunset. Having finished their dinner, the family settled down in front of the TV. After the end of the film, mom put Sashenka to bed. And soon the couple fell asleep. At night, Grisha woke up from a strong push in the side and saw that his wife was writhing, as if from unbearable pain. He turned on the light: Galya was pale, her lips were beginning to turn blue, and red marks and shallow scratches appeared on her neck. Grisha began to wake up his wife, but she only moaned barely audibly and did not wake up. Then the man rushed to the kitchen, where they had a bottle of holy water brought from the church. He poured it into a glass, splashed it on his wife's face. Galya woke up, began to greedily swallow the air.
The nightmare recurred.
Catching her breath, the woman, with tears in her eyes, told her husband about the nightmare she had experienced. Through her sleep, she felt some small creature sitting on her chest, and his small hands getting closer to her neck. Then Galya felt a terrible suffocation, small hands squeezed her neck more and more. The woman tried to free herself, struggled, moaned, but could not scream. Galya experienced such horror for the first time. Grisha, as best he could, reassured his wife. He said that she had an asthma attack, had a nightmare, and she scratched her own neck. Grisha calmed his wife, and he suddenly remembered the story of his grandmother. A similar story happened to her in the same apartment. Grandmother claimed that it was a brownie. And to appease him, you need to sprinkle holy water around.
(mystical stories about evil spirits)
Arina Pavlovna Kolotnikova. d Kiselnyal Leningrad region
There are many creepy ones, but when something happens to you, you experience it especially acutely. It's about that case. I never thought that an ordinary pet would make itself afraid.
Everything happened in my native Porfiryevka. It was evening, it was getting dark. My friends dispersed to their homes, and I went to the other end of the village to my friend. He had a computer, unlike me, on which you could play football or some kind of shooter. I went along our main street, which is a wide country road. There are quite a lot of houses here, but there are even more empty premises that remembered better times.
One of them was the church. For as long as I can remember, it has always been destroyed. Of course, young people did not gather there, unlike, for example, an abandoned house away or a closed store, but the locals calmly dragged away part of the building materials. Let it be a holy place, but we didn’t consider it a desecration here.
It was near this church that something terribly happened to me. scary tale. When I came up with the building, I saw a goat trampling near it. I look and I can’t understand whose, I see for the first time, but the animal is painfully noticeable. He is all black as pitch, and his beard is white-white. A broken rope around his neck, apparently, he escaped from the leash.
I began to approach to take him by the rope. I think I'll bring it home, then whose parents will figure it out. Maybe we'll get something. And this goat is looking at me and as if his eyes are laughing. Only three steps will remain before him, he will jump aside and stand. I approach again. It seems that I’m already thinking I’ll grab it now, and the animal away.
We danced like that for five minutes. I see that they even moved away from the church deep into the wasteland. Then the goat began to flicker, only doing strange things, sort of giggling at the end. I suddenly got a headache from this sound, I have no strength. And he doesn't stop. Then he began to rush from place to place. My eyes can’t even keep up with him, he just stood on a stone, already near a branch.
Everything flashed before my eyes, swam. It’s dark around, I just remember that I hit my head painfully. And then back hurt. And everything fell into a fog.
I woke up when, in front of me, our uncle Igor is standing, a mechanic. My T-shirt was pulled up, my back hurts, I looked, and it was scratched. Uncle Igor helped me up, asked how I was, after which I heard a terrible story.
He was returning home. He got up to light a cigarette, right next to the church, and then it seemed to him that something was moving in the dark. Looked true. He got closer, looks - some man is dragging the body towards the forest. Uncle Igor called out to him, the stranger turned around. He is swarthy as hell, his hair is short and straight. The only thing is that the beard on the chin seemed to have faded - white as snow. This guy is standing, like he's thinking. Then the mechanic raised his stick and went in his direction. The stranger immediately threw the burden and how it explodes into the forest, only he saw him. And closer Uncle Igor came up, looks, I'm lying.
And so ended this terribly scary story. My parents and I did not understand what or who it was. And what did he want from me? Only a couple of days later, two more from our village saw that same goat. And all not far from the forest, as if he called them there. But that was already after my case, so they took care. And then the goat disappeared altogether. Who knows where he is now.
Hello dear readers! I beg you to believe me! This strange thing happened mystical story with me in the summer of 2005.
My partner and I have a small shipping company. In order to save money, we do not hire a driver, but we deliver the goods ourselves on the GAZelle. The work is as easy as shelling pears: load a batch in the city, bring it to the specified place - basically, to private shops in all sorts of villages, unload and return to the base. There is a lot of work, we are spinning as best we can, sometimes we have to earn money until midnight. On one of these nights, this amazing incident happened to us.
We - me and my companion Gosha - were returning from a holiday village not far from Kstov. During the day, we were both tired, in a hurry to go home - so we decided to take a shortcut, which was by no means in our rules. We always passed by one of the villages along the ring road - we had to give a hefty detour, but we always made it. There was a legend among drivers that it is better not to drive past the old cemetery outside the village - it’s more expensive for yourself, and even more so at night. This is not a good place, any driver can tell you. We were never interested in what exactly it was bad, but we observed a long-standing driving tradition - we drove around the cemetery even in daylight. And here we decided to take a chance - to go past him after midnight.
In general, we are going. There is not a soul around, not a breeze, as they say, "silence, and the dead with braids stand." The cemetery is like a cemetery - old, with crooked crosses, it can be seen with the naked eye that no one has been buried here for a long time. It's terrifying in my heart, something is scratching. And suddenly we see - on the side of the road is a girl! Quite young, in a short mini-skirt, in a transparent blouse. She saw us and raised her hand to vote. And my companion was just driving, he is a single guy, avid for beauties, so take it and slow down. “We are in the car,” he says, “and it’s creepy, and how will she go home past such a place? You have to take it."
The girl climbed into our "gazelle" and let's twitter. Allegedly, she is going home from a disco, tired, exhausted, and here is our car. He sits next to me and chirps, and claps his eyes, and pouts his lips, but I feel uncomfortable. It smells somehow strange from a young girl sometimes - stinking, like from an old grave; and her eyes are not young - dark green, like water in an old well, cunning, unkind. Yes, and where did she come from - to the nearest club, where the youth gathers, fifty kilometers, no less. She didn’t go all this way in high-heeled shoes?! Painfully, the girl looks fresh. And no one from the locals will go through the cemetery.
Thinking so, I accidentally looked at the girl's reflections in the side mirror - and almost lost my mind. An old woman in a white shroud was sitting next to me: vile, half-decomposed, as if she had just crawled out of the grave! Only her eyes were the same: dark green, like swamp lights.
I screamed and pushed the girl out of the cab. Gosh almost lost his mind: “What are you doing ?!” - screams. And the girl hung on the doorknob like a bulldog, doesn't let go, stares at me with her green peepers and is silent. And suddenly I see - not just a girl hanging on a handle, but as if floating behind us through the air, and you won’t understand: either a person, or some kind of ghost. And a minute later the girl was gone: an old woman in a white shroud hangs next to me, reaches out to me, looks straight into my eyes, and neither I nor Gaucher can take my eyes off her. We are trying to scream, the voice is gone, Gosha is trying to add speed - his legs do not obey.
The car's headlights went out on their own. And so we go - with the door open, in the dark, and outside the windows on one side there is a forest, and on the other - old graves. The old woman reaches out to me, tries to grab my sweater, but I can’t move, I look into her eyes. Finally, I found the strength in myself: I hit the old woman on the fingers with a tire iron and slammed the door. Well, I think it passed. Nothing of the kind: the old woman hung outside our window for a long time, trying to make her look into her eyes again. And the worst thing is that there is no sound, even the night grasshoppers are silent, only the car engine growls.
The story of Viktor Promyslov (Vladivostok): – I do not consider myself a man of timid ten, but a ferocious wave of fear swept over my instantly soaked back when I saw a coffin without a lid, standing upright in the center of my bedroom. He appeared there unexpectedly almost exactly at midnight, as if falling from the ceiling. A second ago he was not there, and now he is standing there, slightly, I noticed, swaying from side to side! ... In the coffin was an old deceased woman with her arms folded on her chest. The deceased suddenly opened her eyes and looked straight at me.
The next moment, the coffin with her body was gone. I see - some foggy creature rises in the place of the coffin, huge, round-shouldered, hairy. As soon as it appears in the room, it almost immediately begins, as it were, to “crumple”, “smear” in the air, lose its shape. A few seconds later, where it loomed, a certain ball the size of an orange, gray, translucent, slightly luminous, appears. The ball, I clearly remember, is removed from its place and flies to the ceiling. Disappears... On this my whole midnight nightmare ended. While all this was going on, I felt completely paralyzed.
- At that time I was 18 years old, - says Galina Ivanova from the city of Schelkovo, Moscow Region. - My husband, an officer, and I lived in a military town in the Volgograd region ... My husband was sent on a business trip, and I was left at home alone with my almost one-year-old son. I wake up one day at dawn...
Galina was awakened by someone's steps. She assures that at that moment she was no longer sleeping - she definitely woke up. It turns out that what happened next was not a dream. Galina's bare arm hung from the bed... Quick footsteps approached the bed.
- Before I even opened my eyes, I felt something wild, something absolutely incredible. A huge, furry hand—namely, a hand with five long, thick fingers, and not the paw of an animal—tightly gripped my palm and squeezed it lightly. Terrified, I tried to open my eyelids, but it didn't work. Eyelids are heavy, not wanting to rise. A cold sweat broke out all over my body. I wanted to scream, but there was no voice. And the hairy hand loosened its grip for a moment. Then she squeezed my hand again, this time rather painfully. And then, by some miracle, I managed to slightly open my eyes ...
I see some kind of flickering in front of me - I didn’t really see it. Something like a cloud of luminous smoke ... Silently and sharply, I pulled my hand out of my hairy paw, which, according to my tactile sensations, was like in a downy mitten, or something. And pulled the blanket over her head. I lie, sobbing through clenched teeth from fear. I look forward to what will happen next. But there was nothing. After some time, I looked out from under the covers; there is no one next to my bed.
According to Leah Shvedova from Rostov-on-Don, she was attacked twice by an unknown creature. Leah woke up at three o'clock in the morning, awakened by a feeling of irrational fear that appeared from nowhere. Shaking her whole body, she abruptly opened her eyes.
“I will never forget what I saw,” Shvedova said in a conversation with me. “Slanting across the room, from the ceiling down to my bed, I see something black, covered with thick hair, about the size and shape of a billiard ball. I got a good look at this creature in the light of the moon, which fell into the room from the window. Outlining a curved arc in the air, the hairy flying monster plopped down on my shoulder and then rolled onto my neck. And then just below the neck - on the chest. And he starts, the bastard, to crush and choke me!
I began to thrash around terribly on the bed, trying to get up from it, to throw off the “billiard ball” from my chest. Alas, all my attempts to free myself from his suffocating “embrace” ended in nothing. It was as if a heavy concrete slab had been piled on top of me. After about a couple of very long minutes, the “ball” jumped off my chest on its own. I don't know where he went. Exactly two days later, the hairy strangler showed up again. Again I woke up, seized by an irrational fear coming from the depths of consciousness, and again I saw how something black, round, overgrown with wool was planning on me. Planned and - let's, like last time, crush and choke!
Anatoly Zubashev, Krasnodar:
– I woke up at night from the feeling that I was cracked with a log on the head. Well, I throw myself up, clenching my fists, intending to hit back when I'm awake. I look around. And my jaw dropped as my eyes rested on the one who apparently cracked my forehead. I look - a hefty hairy monkey, stooped, with arms hanging below the knees, is moving away from my bed. As she walked past the window, the light of a street lamp hanging outside that window illuminated her. It was the most natural monkey, but ... 2 meters tall.
Her footsteps were clearly heard. The beast went through the door into the next room, and there the footsteps ceased. Armed with a chair raised above my head, I cautiously followed her. I look into the next room - it's empty. I pass through that room, I go out into the corridor - it's empty. I look around the kitchen, open the doors to the toilet and the bathroom - there is no monkey anywhere. Where did she go? Dissolved, or something, in the air.
The story of Vladimir Putilin from Rostov, recorded by me from his words:
“Two months ago I was an unwitting witness. First of all, I am not a psychopath, and secondly, I am not a fan of stupid practical jokes and jokes. What I am going to briefly talk about is true. And it happened around midnight; I haven't been able to sleep yet. There was a characteristic creak of the door being opened, and some luminous creatures entered or, more precisely, floated into the room in which I was lying on the couch. Outwardly, they looked like people, but consisted of ... I don’t know how to say it ... of tobacco smoke, that’s the closest analogy. One of the "smoky figures" slowly walked towards me, and the rest froze in place, near the door. As the silhouette approached, the hairs on my head stood on end.
Do not ask how (I don’t know how myself), but with some inner instinct I caught and realized that it was my deceased mother who approached me. She stood for a short time near me, then swam away, without touching the floor with her feet, back to the door. And the “smoky figures” floated out of the room… Two weeks passed. I wake up in the middle of the night from some strong roar. Opened my eyes. I see a white translucent body flying around the room, resembling a small ball. It flies up to my bed and from top to bottom literally throws itself at me! It falls on the chest, rolls up to the neck and begins to choke. I try to get up. I feel like I can't get up. I closed my eyes, half strangled, then opened my eyes again. What a miracle and what a nonsense?
A white translucent ball dived down on me, I clearly remember. And now... Now, I see a woman bending over me. I well remember her hands, stretched out to me and clutching at my neck. And I also remember the long, long hair that fell below the shoulders. Her hair completely hid her face, bent over me. She was dressed in something white. I have never experienced such horror as that night in my life! I yelled and... And lost consciousness.
O. Valkina from Krasnodar tells:
That nightmare happened almost a month ago. It happened here, in Krasnodar, in my apartment. I wake up at two in the morning because someone, I feel, put his hands on my shoulders. I see, in fact, someone's hands are on their shoulders. Long, black and, as it seemed to me, feminine. I looked at them and gasped. Hands did not pass to the shoulders. There was nothing where, in theory, the shoulders should be, where the body should be. Hands hung in the air like two large intestines living an independent life ...
Frightened to the point of trembling in my knees, I began to read the prayer “Our Father”. Almost immediately, the hands disappeared. At the same moment, some unknown force lifted me into the air and threw me off the bed onto the floor. Falling, I noticed out of the corner of my eye - some ball the size of an orange was flying around the room, low above the floor. Flying towards the window. Then I slammed my whole body on the floor, badly breaking my knee at the same time, and I was no longer up to those hands and not up to that ball.
Tatyana Sheveleva from Sevastopol said: - It was a long time ago. During my youth. In those days, I, a high school student, loved to guess on the cards and, by the way, I was very good at telling fortunes. My grandmother taught me the art of divination ... My friends told me: “Drop it. Stop. And then the devils will curl around you. I just laughed in response ... And then one day I heard steps in the middle of the night in the house where I was alone at that moment. The front door to the house was, by the way, locked from the inside with a key. Someone unknown walked down the corridor, slapping, as I determined by ear, the backs of slippers on the floor. His gait was heavy, senile. He froze for a moment there, in the corridor, and cleared his throat loudly, grunting. And then he went on, towards the kitchen, and in the kitchen his footsteps died away. I was insanely scared! And then I decided: I will never and never guess again. Friends were right. To me, a fortuneteller, the devil himself appeared at night! ...
Many years have passed. I got married, had a child. My husband and I went to visit his mother, who lives in another city. The day after our arrival, my mother-in-law gave me a huge scandal. “I've been living in this house for 30 years,” she shouted, “and nothing supernatural has ever happened here! And you arrived, and miracles began, damn them! I'm sure you brought them with you." What caused the scandal, you ask? And the fact that both I and my mother-in-law, sleeping in the same room, were awakened together in the middle of the night by some kind of roar. Both of us - you know, both of us! - they saw a black creature of an indistinct blurry appearance.
It was about a meter tall, no taller. And yet, as it seemed to us with the mother-in-law, it was hairy, overgrown with wool. In any case, I personally clearly felt that his hands are definitely hairy. The creature came up to my bed and put these very hands on my shoulders. And then she leaned over and began to grunt softly right in my ear. The mother-in-law screamed. I also screamed in fear. And the creature suddenly disappeared somewhere. I picked myself up from the bed and at the same moment I saw two small luminous balls rolling along the carpet hanging on the wall. They roll towards the bookcase. They dive behind the closet and ... that's it.
Olga Blinova, forty years old. At the time when all this happened, she was exactly thirty.
“It was in this very room that everything happened. I wake up late at night from the fact that someone loudly called my name. I look, standing at the foot of the bed, a figure in a white robe, reminiscent of a nightgown, falling in folds from the shoulders. Judging by the specific features in the shape of the figure, it was a woman. I didn't get a chance to see her face. The figure slowly vanished into thin air... I scream at the top of my lungs! The whole house was alarmed. My husband reassured me for a long time, and my mother soldered me with valerian.
The next night, the “ghost in white” visited our house again. Instead of a head, the ghost had something like a foggy oval, which especially struck me, especially I remember. I woke up as if from a jolt, and the “ghost in white” is standing near my bed. Suddenly it disappeared. In the next moment, I felt how something small, round, the size of a tennis ball, touched the sole of my right foot, sticking out from under the blanket. It was warm. The ball, spinning, began to slowly roll up the leg, rolled under the blanket. And I lost consciousness. In the morning I woke up in a very bad state of health. My head was pounding with pain, my whole body was terribly tired.
“Someone visits me at night two or three times a month,” says Olga Ukolova from the city of Stupino (Moscow region). I wake up every time with a strong feeling of fear. I look, “he” is standing nearby, looking like a smoky shadow, and his hand is outstretched to my head. I feel that hand clung to my scythe ... How “he” pulls the scythe! And how I scream! And “he” will pull again! And - there is none. Disappeared.
An excerpt from a letter from Lyudmila Kosenkova from Zarafshan (Uzbekistan):
“My elderly neighbor is in a panic. The other day, a ghost came to her twice. Both times - in the middle of the night ...
The woman woke up from the fact that she wanted to go to the toilet. She walks out into the hallway leading to the kitchen. Look, in the kitchen there is a tall tall man. His head is hidden behind the top door frame. Only the shoulders and body are visible. The old woman was so frightened that she rushed out of her own apartment and began to knock on the door of the neighboring apartment - ours. My husband and I had to leave her to spend the night with us.
The next day, late in the evening, at the request of this frightened old woman, her daughter and her husband arrived for the night. And again I was awakened in the middle of the night by a knock on the door. I open the door. All three are standing at the door - a neighbor, her daughter and the husband of the latter. In a friendly chorus, interrupting each other, they say - they say, some noises rushing from the kitchen woke them up. The three of them went, shoulder to shoulder, to the kitchen, and there, they see, stands motionless and silently a giant growing to the ceiling. They observed his motionless figure for three or four seconds. Then the “vision” disappeared, disappeared without a trace ... Here is such a story.
And another no less strange case, told by Elena Kozlenka (Chelyabinsk):
- For a month, miracles happened to me when I lived in an old apartment. Frightened by them, I hurriedly exchanged the apartment for the one in which I now live. And miracles cut like a knife. They didn’t follow me to my new place of residence… In the evenings, around eleven o’clock, a certain creature began to visit me in that old apartment, appearing from nowhere. Similar, in general, to a man, it was naked and hairy from head to toe. Even the mug of this demon is all overgrown with thick hair. When it suddenly - out of the blue! - appeared out of nowhere, a strong smell of burnt electrical wiring appeared in the room. The hairy monster approached me and carefully stroked my arm with its furry paw. And I was at that moment every time like in tetanus. Then the creature disappeared, melting into thin air.
From the memoirs of Tatiana Novak (Chisinau):
- On a late July hot evening, I lay, toiled from the heat, naked on the bed. I can’t sleep, disturbed by the troubles in my personal life that took place the past day. I absentmindedly scan the ceiling, and suddenly my gaze focuses on an object that looks like a black soccer ball with an indistinct line dividing it in half ... The “ball” looked slightly fluffy. He slowly slid down and touched my chest. With a reflex gesture, I tried to grab him and push him away.
The fingers sank into something soft, like a ball of sheep's wool. They closed into a fist inside the “ball”. I was shocked when I realized that inside that “ball” there was nothing but “wool”, which, however, was almost imperceptible to the touch. As the hand entered the ball, a wave of icy cold swept through my body. I got stiff. The body became heavy, motionless. And immediately a colossal weight crushed me. “Heaviness” moved, anointing itself more comfortably.
In the next second, I realized with horror that on me, naked, lay sprawled, a huge invisible man, covered from head to toe with thick hair. Consciousness clouded, and what happened next, I do not know. I had a deep faint. In the morning, remembering the nightmare of last night and examining myself, I found in this horror one positive, so to speak, trait. The invisible hairy giant, thank God, didn't rape me. Well, thanks for that.
Hello everyone!!! I recently stumbled upon your site, give me, I think, I’ll throw off a couple of my stories ..
Story 1:
This incident was told to me by my mother, she was then 6-7 years old, they lived in the village, and one autumn evening they were sitting as a family, having dinner, suddenly they heard a knock on the door, somehow strange, because the yard was already locked, yes, and who will roam at such a time, the father asked:
"Who?" – in the answer only another knock. Well, what to do, my father took the poker and went to the door, just opened it, as two piglets burst into the house and began to rush along the hallway with a wild squeal, everyone was in shock, what kind of pigs, because there is only one big pig on the farm.
Meanwhile, the pigs rushed into the room, all behind them. What they saw shocked everyone - in the middle of the room, piglets stood nearby and silently looked at the icons hanging on the wall. After standing like this for about 10 seconds, the piglets rushed to the exit with a screech and disappeared in the doorway. The father of the family jumped out after them, but there was a deafening silence in the yard. The most interesting thing is that the guard dog, which reacted to every rustle, calmly lay in the booth. The owner quickly found some kind of stick, hewed out a stake and drove it in the middle of the yard, at that moment, as my mother says, she saw a spark run through the stake like electricity and smelled of swaddled wool.
“Well, that’s it, I caught it,” said the father, “they’ll come running tomorrow!”
The next morning, the neighbors come running, the husband and wife, both red, steamed, he supposedly goes for nails, and she goes for salt. Everything became clear to everyone, but no one showed it, there were various rumors about this couple in the village for a long time. Nothing like this happened again.
Story 2:
My uncle (mother's brother) told this story, it happened in the same village, only a little later. Once they went with a friend for night fishing, they heard that the fish hides in the reeds at night and it is good to drag it with a net from there. Here they are, it means, along the reeds, waist-deep in water, pulling fry, when they suddenly hear - crackling in the reeds, well, they think the pike is no less than 5 kg, they quietly lowered the landing net into the water and let's hit the reeds with their feet, drive the prey . They hear something heavy hitting the net, they raise the landing net, but what they saw was far from being a fish. In the light of the moon it seemed to them that it was a beaver, well, why do they need a beaver? They took him by the scruff of the neck and threw him further into the water. And this shaggy "something" sailed about ten meters and let's laugh with would-be fishermen. What can I say, the guys rushed, not feeling the ground under their feet until the very village, everyone abandoned both the landing net and the bag with prey. The uncle says that he remembered this piercing laugh for the rest of his life. They don't go to the river at night anymore.
These are the stories for your judgment, believe it or not.
