About a year ago, my girlfriend calls me and, very worried, tells me: "I was sleeping peacefully, and suddenly I opened my eyes, and there was a gypsy standing in the doorway in front of me! A very old woman, wearing a red kerchief and a colorful dress, and in her hands she was holding a chicken or a rooster. In my house! Can you imagine? I screamed at the whole house! Everyone woke up, ran to my room, turned on the light - no gypsy and no rooster. In general, everyone thought that this is a dream, although, here at all does not look like one - too precise reference to the area, and in general - everything is as if in reality.
I calmed her down, we laughed, and we came to the conclusion that she should work less. A little later this gypsy became the object of Anka's trolling. Fortunately, she was never offended and giggled along with everyone else.
A year went by. Walking around the city with her. Who does not know, in the center of St. Petersburg sidewalks are so narrow that XXL with XXL will not "separate" - one will have to go out on the roadway.
In general, we are walking, and suddenly Anka freezes and stops me with her hand. I turn around - standing pale, eyes a nickel, and pointing her finger forward with the words "that's her! I turn to see what "she" it is, and my eye clings to the image of an older gypsy woman, wearing a red kerchief and a colorful dress. She's not holding a rooster, though, but a paper bag. And at that moment, two meters away, in the exact spot where we would have been if Anka had not burrowed into the pavement, seeing her nightmare in the middle of St. Petersburg, an outdated... television set falls from the window!
We look up - a drunken-looking head is sticking out of the window and with the words "Did anyone get killed? Oh, okay," disappears through the window.
Nobody trolls Anka anymore. They're afraid. Because no one can explain what it was. Nobody, including Anka.
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