It was ten o'clock in the evening

Ninety-eight percent of the population has heart problems these days.

It was ten o'clock in the evening. I had a craving for chebureks, and since I had some ready-made dough, I decided to make some. I put a frying pan on the stove and poured oil into it, and got ready to light the gas. But I felt that I felt sick. I turned away from the stove and wanted to take the medicine, but I didn't have time. My eyes went dark, there was a noise in my head, my face, my hands and my whole body felt as if they were stiff and I lost consciousness.

After a while I opened my eyes and saw that I was lying on the floor. I felt fine. I stood up, looked at the stove, at the minced meat dough, and realized that I didn't want anything anymore.

Suddenly I soared upward, to the ceiling. "Wow!" - I thought and looked down. I was lying on the floor. I could see the kitchen, as if in a light haze. Then everything around me began to blur, and I felt a force literally pulling me up. It became dark around me. After some time of rapid flight, the movement began to slow down.

It became light, and I saw that there were trees all around me. Everything was flooded with bright light, like on a sunny day. I found myself in a clearing that was full of flowers. All around me I could hear birds singing and a beautiful, iridescent melody sounded softly. Abnormally beautiful large butterflies fluttered over the flowers. From somewhere came the faintly murmuring sound of a brook. Everything breathed calm and peace.

I don't know what made me turn back. My dead relatives were walking through the clearing toward me, smiling: my father, both grandmothers, great-grandmother, and aunt. There was no fear. They approached me, and a wave of love, warmth, and tranquility swept over me. I felt as good in my soul as I had felt in a long time. I realized that I was happy at this moment. They took turns hugging me and saying they were very happy to see me, that they missed me very much. They began to ask me how my mother was, how the children were, and how I lived.

When I told them everything, great-grandmother Masha, looking at everyone, and then at me, said: "We're glad we were able to meet you and talk to you. But it's time for you to go back." I felt so good around them that her words sounded like thunder from out of the blue.

"Why?! Why should I go back?! I love it here with you! I want to stay!" - I replied. "It's too soon for you. You have not accomplished everything on Earth that you were supposed to. Don't get upset: the time will come and we'll meet again, and we won't part again. And now come back. You are needed there. And my great-grandmother gently turned me around and nudged me lightly in the back.

Everything spun around, as if I had sat on a merry-go-round. Then everything disappeared, plunging into darkness, and I began to plummet downward.

I felt a pain in my chest and realized that I was awake. When I opened my eys, I saw that I was lying on the floor in the middle of the kitchen. I was feeling very weak. I could hardly stand up, took a pill, and sitting on a chair, I realized that the chebureks were off for the day.

Was it true that I was in the "other world" or it was a game of the inflamed brain? I don't know... But the images of what I saw are still vivid before my eyes, and the music I heard there is playing in my head.