When I finished school, I went to my grandmother in the village, although it was not even a village, but something like a settlement, about 10 five-story buildings in the center, the rest houses with vegetable gardens, well, in general, quite a large village.
I made friends with my neighbors there, we often went to the river with the girls and to the disco.
Once we were at the river until 11 pm, there were 4 guys and 4 girls, and we drove there in an old ZAZ car. It was decided that the driver together with the girls would drive quickly home to throw our swimsuits + our clothes and the three of us would go straight to the disco.
Well said and done.
It takes about 30 minutes to walk there, if not in a hurry.
Well, one of the villagers said - let's go, I know a shortcut. We went to some fields, came out along the cemetery, walking along a narrow path, poking each other, scaring.
In the end, the path leads to a long fence with 20 graves behind it, like in suicides, no crosses, no pictures, all the same rectangular gravestones, and in the middle of the statue of a girl. The guy says he's got to climb over it and walk straight through and then it's a shortcut to the city. We climbed over, we go, come to the statue, it is just in the center of this large fence stood, and suddenly, as if on cue, all turn around, fall to our knees and begin to ask forgiveness. And I don't know what they were feeling, but I didn't understand what was going on, like when you're nervous, you do some bad habits, like biting your nails or something like that, that is, you do it, but you don't notice. And so when I got conscious of what we were doing, my head immediately went like WHAT?!?!? Maybe for about a minute we stood like that, gibbering on and on and on and on.
And then when we let go, all three of us got up, looked at each other, and ran as fast as we had never run before.
The others couldn't believe it, asked to see the place, but we never found it.
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