And his wife stayed at home.

It all started this spring, when our neighbor across the street, the kindest, straightest man, who had never taken a drop before, got drunk and decided to go to work on the potatoes with his tractor. On other occasions, he managed to do it perfectly well: although his vegetable garden was located on the edge of an imposing hill, he skilfully steered there. And here, due to the fact that he was drunk, he failed and rolled under the hill right in the tractor.

But I think he survived, they only took him out with bruises and bruises. And for another two months he lived peacefully. In the summer he suddenly became ill and was urgently taken to our local hospital, and then to the city hospital. And afterwards, when we saw what was going on in his head (literally. Since that accident, the right side of his brain was simply displaced and there was no oxygen supply, I do not know how he was living) - they decided to take him to Smolensk hospital.

So they took him to the intensive care unit. And his wife stayed at home. Here it is necessary to digress and to tell, that this woman in our village for a long time is considered to be a witch doctor, witch, but very kind and always ready to help - many people go to her, even come from other villages. So, on the second night, when her husband was in the hospital - she could not sleep all night. She was very uncomfortable and anxious. It was probably about 12 o'clock at night, the beginning of the first night - and just at that time my good friend was walking past her house to see me. The next thing was something that my friend still can't forget.

He was walking by the house and just as he reached the front garden, he saw a woman coming out from the corner of the house, over the fence of the front garden. From his words - she seemed to be dressed in an old manner - a kerchief on her shoulders, an old dress and loose black hair. The creepiest thing was that she could not see her legs from under her skirt, as if she were floating above the ground. The woman held a saucer in her hands and whispered something over it. Suddenly she turned to face the house and blew something off the saucer, then slammed it on the ground. And my friend heard the distinctive sound of breaking crockery. And when she suddenly dived into the garden and disappeared there, my friend tried to escape, but he could not, he just fell on his knees and shouted wildly.

That's when I ran out. I was just sitting on the terrace, waiting for him. Of course, when I heard the screaming, I immediately ran out. To say that I found my friend in a state of shock - not to say anything. Eyes wide open, the whole body is tense, looking into the front garden and yelling, and you can see a thin gray strand on his temple. I somehow lifted him up and took him into the house. I sat him down on the couch, gave him a sedative and gave him tea until morning.

In the morning he somehow told me what had happened. I went to get the neighbor and brought her in. He told her again - and she confirmed that about the time that woman had broken the saucer, a saucer had also fallen off the table at her house - and in the morning she got a call from the hospital saying that her husband had died that night, right around twelve o'clock in the morning. She said he might have seen him die, and advised her to take him to a church on the outskirts of town.