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🙂 Greetings to regular and new readers! Friends, after all, there are some unknown forces that protect us from various troubles. I have been convinced of this from my own experience. The story about the maniac that I want to tell you happened right after the war, in a small village.
Repeat killer
One evening my little brother and I got into a fight over a toy. My brother burst into tears, my father grabbed his belt, and I ran out of the house. I was wandering around the village, it was getting dark, but it was scary to go home. I was afraid of my father’s belt more than anything else in the world.
I wanted to spend the night in the hayloft, but quickly changed my mind – it’s cold. I remembered that our neighbor, Aunt Galya, was heating the bath today. The bathhouse was on the bank of the river. There I went to spend the night.
I went into the bathhouse, lay down on the bench in the steam room, put a broom under my head – it’s good, it’s warm. I began to fall asleep. And then I heard through my sleep – the door opened, someone entered. I jumped off the bench as if scalded.
– Who is there?! – a husky male voice rang out. I answer:
– I am Grishka, aunt Luda’s son.
– How did you get here?!
In general, I told him my story.
“Okay,” he says, “let’s sleep.” He put a bag under his head and sniffed.
And I, not remembering myself from fear, lie and cannot even move. I remembered yesterday’s conversation between my neighbor and my father: the police came, walked around the courtyards, interrogated everyone. They warned that a dangerous criminal had escaped from prison – a recidivist murderer, hiding in our area.
I lie, neither alive nor dead. I read the prayer in silence, which my mother made me learn in due time.
Roosters crowed – dawn. Footsteps were heard. Someone approached the bathhouse, opened the door. A peasant jumped up from the bench and to the stove – grabbed a cobblestone from the stove and shouted:
– Don’t come in, I’ll kill you!
There was a rumble of buckets and a heart-rending female cry:
– People, kill, help!
I don’t even remember how I jumped out of there.
Lucky
Male voices were heard. They approached the bathhouse: Uncle Kolya with an ax in his hands, Uncle Vasya with a gun, Aunt Galya is a neighbor and a couple of onlookers. They saw me:
– Galya, why are you yelling so, this is Grishka Lyudkin. Why did you scare Aunt Galya?
– It’s not me, I say. – Some guy spent the night with me, he ran away.
– Oh, uncle, then. This was definitely a maniac. You were lucky that Galya went to the bathhouse in the morning, – said Uncle Vasya. People like him do not leave witnesses alive, they have nothing to lose. Lucky you kid.
Aunt Galya says:
– I needed warm water, so I went to the bathhouse for water.
– I went well, they say. – It turns out that you saved the life of the little one.
A month has passed. A rumor spread throughout the village that this criminal lived in a neighboring village. They came to his parents from the police. They reported that their son got in touch with serious people, and they solved him somewhere near Moscow. Here’s a story …
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