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😉 Greetings to regular and new readers! This story about witches took place in the 80s. My friend and I were then in our third year at the University of Economics. These were the days of atheism. We did not believe in God or in the devil, and even more so in fairy tales about witches.
Potato trip
As often happened in those distant times, at the very beginning of the school year, we, third-year students, were sent to a collective farm for potatoes. Placed in the building of the former pioneer camp.
Every morning a bus came for us and took us to the potato field. In the evenings we gathered around the fire, sang songs with a guitar, told jokes and scary stories about witches. In general, it was a fun time then.
Once I woke up at two in the morning and decided to go outside (where we had a toilet). I was just about to leave when my friend Inna woke up. In general, it was decided to go together. The moon was shining brightly in the street – there was a full moon, there was silence around, the birds were singing …
Returning, we stopped to wash our hands in the street washstand, and then Inna noticed a reflection of light in the nearby forest. We took a closer look: there was clearly a fire burning there. First of all, they thought about fellow students – probably some loving couple decided to retire under the cover of night. Of course, it became insanely interesting for us!
We cautiously moved towards the forest, along the way wondering who it could be. So we went to the clearing and hid behind the nearest bushes. Looking out of hiding, we saw something completely different from what we expected …
Coven
A fire blazed in the center of the clearing. Around him, holding hands, stood completely naked girls. All had long and loose hair, black, red or dark blond, there were no blondes among them. Each head was decorated with a wreath. They were witches!
Not far from the fire, forming a hut, there were panicles. Each broom was tied with a green ribbon. Each girl had exactly the same ribbons in her hands. Suddenly one of the girls came out of the circle and stared in our direction.
– What is it, Mara? One of the witches asked.
“It seemed to me that someone was watching us,” she replied.
We sat like mice, afraid to move. Mara returned to the circle, after which the gathered together raised their hands up and began to walk around the fire, singing songs in some incomprehensible language, similar to Old Church Slavonic.
Then they untied their hands and tied the ribbons around each other’s wrists. Then one of the girls threw up her hand over the fire, the flame flared up sharply, as if gasoline had been poured into it. The rest turned towards the forest and began to whisper something. The trees swayed, a strong wind blew.
Then we got scared and we rushed to run. Returning to the camp, they could not sleep any more – they sat there until the morning, trembling with fear. The witch’s sabbath did not go out of my head!
In the morning we went to the village to shop. We asked a saleswoman in a local store, as if by chance, if there were girls with unusual names in the village and if there were many young people here. She, without hesitation, replied:
– Young people have long gone to the cities, and of the girls there is only a paramedic.
Ugh, damn witch!
We were to leave in two days. At the bus stop, waiting for passengers, Vasily Petrovich, the bus driver, sat and smoked. It turned out that he himself came from the same collective farm.
We stood in silence and waited for all our classmates to gather. At that moment, a middle-aged, but very well-groomed and beautiful woman came out of the store opposite. She had long black hair tied in a bun, and a green ribbon tied around her right wrist. Inna and I looked at each other. And Vasily Petrovich bowed:
– Good morning, Mara Vladimirovna.
The woman gave him a haughty look and silently walked by.
– Ugh, damn witch! The man scoffed at her.
“She didn’t even say hello to you,” we were surprised.
– Yes, to hell with her, local women say that she is a witch.
We did not ask the driver – the students had already taken their seats on the bus, it was necessary to leave.
More than thirty years have passed since then. With Inna we see each other from time to time and often remember this story: what were we scared of then? Just think, naked girls led a round dance around the fire, well, a small breeze rose, the fire flared up stronger.
All this could have happened for quite natural reasons. And all this happened not far from the village. It is unlikely that real witches would gather for the Sabbath so close to people.
Nevertheless, this story about witches, the unwitting witnesses of which we became, will be remembered for the rest of our lives. Later we learned that the name Mara among the ancient Slavs meant the embodiment of death, the spirit of death – Mora.
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