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Incredible Facts

Military history knows many cases of cruelty, deceit and betrayal.

Some cases are striking in their scale, others in their belief in absolute impunity, one thing is obvious: for some reason, some people who find themselves in harsh military conditions for some reason decide that the law is not written for them, and they have the right to control other people's destinies, forcing people to suffer .

Below are some of the most eerie realities that took place during wartime.

1. Nazi baby factories

The photo below shows the rite of baptism of a small child who was "bred out" by Aryan selection.

During the ceremony, one of the SS men holds a dagger over the baby, and the newly-made mother gives the Nazis an oath of allegiance.

It is important to note that this baby was one of tens of thousands of babies who participated in the project. Lebensborn. However, not all children received life in this children's factory, some were kidnapped, and they were only raised there.

Factory of true Aryans

The Nazis believed that there were few Aryans with blond hair and blue eyes in the world, which is why it was decided, by the way, by the same people who were responsible for the Holocaust, to launch the Lebensborn project, which dealt with breeding purebred Aryans, which in the future were to join the Nazi ranks.

It was planned to settle children in beautiful houses, which were appropriated after mass extermination Jews.

And it all started with the fact that after the occupation of Europe, mixing with the indigenous people was actively encouraged among the SS. The main thing that the number of the Nordic race grew.

Pregnant unmarried girls, within the framework of the "Lebensborn" program, were placed in houses with all amenities, where they gave birth and raised their children. Thanks to such care during the war years, it was possible to grow from 16,000 to 20,000 Nazis.

But, as it turned out later, this amount was not enough, so other measures were taken. The Nazis began to forcibly take away from their mothers children who had the desired color of hair and eyes.

It is worth adding that many of the assigned children were orphans. Of course, the fair skin color and the absence of parents is not an excuse for the activities of the Nazis, but, nevertheless, at that difficult time, the children had something to eat and a roof over their heads.

Some parents gave up their children to avoid ending up in a gas chamber. Those who most suited the given parameters were selected literally immediately, without further persuasion.

At the same time, no genetic examinations were carried out, children were selected based only on visual information. Those selected were included in the program, or they were sent to some German family. Those who did not fit ended their lives in concentration camps.

The Poles say that because of this program, the country has lost about 200,000 children. But it is unlikely that you will ever be able to find out the exact figure, because many children have successfully settled down in German families.

Brutality during the war

2. Hungarian angels of death

Do not think that only the Nazis committed atrocities during the war. The pedestal of perverted war nightmares was shared with them by ordinary Hungarian women.

It turns out that to commit crimes it is not at all necessary to serve in the army. These dear guardians of the home front, having combined their efforts, sent almost three hundred people to the next world.

It all started during the First World War. It was then that many women living in the village of Nagiryov, whose husbands had gone to the front, began to take an interest in the prisoners of war of the allied armies who were located nearby.

Women liked this kind of affair, and prisoners of war, apparently, too. But when their husbands began to return from the war, something abnormal began to happen. One by one the soldiers died. Because of this, the village got the name "murder area".

The killings began in 1911, when a midwife named Fuzekas appeared in the village. She taught women who were temporarily left without husbands, get rid of the consequences of contact with lovers.

After the soldiers began to return from the war, the midwife suggested that the wives boil sticky paper designed to kill flies to get arsenic, and then add it to food.

Arsenic

Thus, they were able to commit a huge number of murders, and women remained unpunished due to the fact that the village official was the brother of the midwife, and in all the death certificates of the victims he wrote "not killed."

The method gained such strong popularity that almost any, even the most insignificant problem, began to be solved with the help of soup with arsenic. When the neighboring settlements finally realized what was happening, fifty criminals managed to kill three hundred people, including objectionable husbands, lovers, parents, children, relatives and neighbors.

Human hunting

3. Parts of the human body as a trophy

It is important to say that during the war, many countries conducted propaganda among their soldiers, in which they were implanted in the brain that the enemy is not a person.

Distinguished in this respect and the American soldiers, whose psyche was influenced very actively. Among them were the so-called "hunting licenses.

One of them went like this: Japanese hunting season is open! There are no restrictions! Hunters get rewarded! Free ammo and equipment! Join the US Marine Corps!

Therefore, there is nothing surprising in the fact that American soldiers during the battle of Guadalcanal (Guadalcanal), killing the Japanese, cut off their ears and kept them as souvenirs.

Moreover, necklaces were made from the teeth of the slain, their skulls were sent home as souvenirs, and their ears were often worn around the neck or on a belt.

In 1942, the problem became so widespread that the command was forced to issue a decree which forbade the appropriation of body parts of the enemy in the form of a trophy. But the measures were belated, because the soldiers had already fully mastered the technology of cleaning and butchering skulls.

The soldiers were very fond of taking pictures with them.

This "fun" is firmly rooted. Even Roosevelt was forced to abandon the writing knife, which was made from a Japanese leg bone. It seemed like the whole country is going crazy.

The light at the end of the tunnel appeared after a furious reaction from the readers of the newspaper "Life", in which the published photos (and there were a myriad of them) aroused anger and disgust. The same was the reaction of the Japanese.

The most cruel woman

4. Irma Grese - man (?) - hyena

What is it that can happen in a concentration camp that can terrify even a person who has seen a lot?

Irma Grese was a Nazi warden who experienced sexual arousal while torturing people.

According to external indicators, Irma was the ideal of an Aryan teenager, because she perfectly corresponded to the established standards of beauty, was physically strong and ideologically prepared.

Inside, it was a man - a time bomb.

This is Irma without her paraphernalia. However, she almost always walked around with a jeweled whip, a pistol, and a few hungry dogs ready to follow her every command.

This woman could shoot at any person at her whim, whipped the captives and kicked them with her feet. This made her very excited.

Irma loved her job very much. She received incredible physical pleasure, dissecting the breasts of prisoners - women to the point of blood. The wounds became inflamed, as a rule, surgery was required, which was carried out without anesthesia.

During the Great Patriotic War there were cases of Russian mental attack. Here is how eyewitnesses tell about it: “The regiment rose to its full height. An accordion player walked from one flank, playing either the Vologda busts “Under the fight”, or the Tver “Buza”. Another harmonist walked from the other flank, playing the Ural “Mom”. beautiful young nurses walked to the center, waving handkerchiefs, and the whole regiment emitted the traditional lowing or croaking, which dancers usually emit when things are moving towards a fight, to intimidate the enemy.After such a psychic attack, the Germans could be taken in the trenches with their bare hands, they were on the verge of mental insanity.

History 1.
My grandfather fought from the first days of the war, finished it near Keninsberg.
The story that happened to my grandfather happened after another injury. Having received another bullet in the leg during the battle, the grandfather ended up in the hospital. Despite the level of medicine of that time, but thanks to the professionalism of military doctors (for which the Russian army has always been famous), the wound healed successfully, and my grandfather was going back to the front. And then one evening, after lights out, he felt a severe pain in the lower abdomen. I got out of bed and went to the doctor. And the doctor was an old Russian grandfather who healed, I suppose, back in the First World War. Grandfather complained to him of pain and asked for some pill. The doctor felt his stomach, climbed into his closet and took out a large bottle of alcohol. I took two glasses and filled them to the brim. "Drink," said the doctor. Grandpa drank. Another glass the doctor waved himself! "Lie down," the doctor commanded. Grandfather lay down on the table. From such an amount of alcohol drunk on an empty stomach (war!), the grandfather immediately passed out ... I woke up in the ward. No appendix. But with a headache .. These are the people who defeated fascism!

History 2.
My grandfather had a friend Misha, a terrible gouging, but at the same time an artillery lieutenant.
This friend commanded a volley fire machine (as it is now called) called "Katyusha". It’s good, whether he commanded badly, but the machine ran, dutifully scuffed at the Germans.
It was the summer of 1942. A Katyusha division was relocated near Stalingrad, one of the cars on the road simply died out (the car industry is the car industry - both in 1942 and in 2010). They dug, repaired, as best they could, with improvised means. Rolled, of course for a successful repair. Well, they drove to catch up with their own. According to the Russian authenticity of the maps, of course, they got lost ...
The steppe, the road is not clear where, and then suddenly they see a column of dust in the steppe. They slow down. Binoculars to the eyes - a German tank column. Rushing - like at home - brazenly, as in a parade, over the tower hatches, the sleek muzzles of the Fritz.
Uncle Misha, either out of fright, or out of arrogance after alcohol, turns the car with the front wheels into a ditch ("Katyusha" is a terrible weapon, but the aiming is almost zero, and it only hits with a canopy in the squares) and almost direct fire gives a volley. They set fire to the first rows - the Germans are in a panic. Such a hit -8 tanks in a junk moment ..
Well, "Katyusha" on the sly - "my legs are my legs" ... They gave Uncle Misha the Hero (the crew - Glory), but they only took him away immediately for being late from vacation to the train for 20 minutes (immediately after the award, well, they didn’t write down in the penalty box ). The special officer turned out to be a bastard, the echelon stood in Moscow for another day. It looks like a fairy tale, but General Paulus stopped the offensive for a day. These days, German intelligence frantically searched for the positions of our troops. Well, they could not believe in one - the only "Katyusha", which shot back from a drunken fright ...

History 3.
Once, one Soviet unit on the march went too far ahead, and the field kitchen was left somewhere behind. The commander of the unit sends two Kyrgyz soldiers to find her - they don’t speak Russian, there’s little use in battle, in short, bring it, give it. They left, and no news from them for two days. Finally, they arrive with backpacks stuffed with German sweets, schnapps, and the like. One of them has a note. Written (in Russian): "Comrade Stalin! For us they are not languages, but for you they are not soldiers. Send them home."

History 4.
In August 1941, in the Daugavpils region, Ivan Sereda was preparing dinner for the Red Army. At this time he saw german tank moving towards the field kitchen. Armed only with a carbine and an ax, Ivan Sereda hid behind her, and the tank, having driven up to the kitchen, stopped and the crew began to get out of it. At that moment, Ivan Sereda jumped out from behind the kitchen and rushed to the tank. The crew immediately took cover in the tank, and Ivan Sereda jumped onto the armor. When the tankers opened fire from a machine gun, Ivan Sereda bent the machine gun barrel with ax blows, and then closed the viewing slots of the tank with a piece of tarpaulin. Then he began to knock on the armor with the butt of an ax, while giving orders to the Red Army soldiers, who were not around, to throw grenades at the tank. The crew of the tank surrendered, and Ivan Sereda forced them to tie each other's hands at gunpoint. When the Red Army arrived in time, they saw a tank and a bound crew.

History 5.
My grandfather served in aviation. There was a toilet at the field airfield in the distance ... Sitting there, so my grandfather, doing his own thing ... It was getting dark. Knots were knocked out in the wall of the toilet in the boards. So my grandfather noticed three German intelligence officers coming out of the forest. Well, when they approached, he filled them up with a pistol. Received the Order of the Red Star.
The dudes obviously did not expect that they would open fire on them from the toilet ...

History 6.

Memoirs of one of the veterans

At the beginning of December of the same year, 1942, we were on the defensive in the area of ​​the Round Grove. Soon I again had a chance to meet with the foreman. It was so. He comes up to me and says:
- At the direction of the platoon commander, they singled out three soldiers for me. We need to bring a hot lunch and vodka from the field kitchen. It is two kilometers from our front line, in the forest.
I carried out the order. The foreman with three fighters took empty canisters and went to the company kitchen. To reach it, they had to go through the forest, then go through a small clearing in which there was not a single tree, and then go back into the forest, where the kitchen was.
The unexpected happened (although can you call it unexpected in a war?). When leaving the forest, one of the fighters was killed. Fortunately for the survivors, this happened when leaving the forest for a clearing.
The fact is that tanks had previously passed through this clearing, which had made a deep rut. One fighter lay down in it, and the foreman and the other fighter quickly returned to the forest and disguised themselves.
Lying in a rut was in relative safety. He tried to move slowly, crawling across the clearing, but heard the whistle of bullets next to him. However, the soldier was not taken aback.
He quietly took a stick, took off his helmet, put it on a stick and raised it above him. Continuing to move in this position, I heard that the shooting was coming at the helmet. It lasted over an hour. Finally the shooting ended. From fatigue and stress, the fighter dozed off right in the rut ...
The foreman and the fighter, who were in the forest, realized that the German “cuckoo” sniper, who was firing and hiding in a tree, had run out of ammunition. They began to slowly approach this very tree. Approaching the pine tree, they saw the "cuckoo".
The foreman shouted: “Hyundai hoh!” - and began to aim at the German from the machine gun. A rustle was heard. From above flew a rifle with an optical sight. Then the shooter himself went down.
The foreman and the fighter searched him, took away his weapon, lighter and smoking pipe. The German was sorry to part with the pipe. Mumbling incomprehensible words, he began to cry. The tube was really great. It depicted a dog's head with glassy eyes. When the smoker drew in the smoke, the dog's eyes began to glow.
After making sure that the former sniper was disarmed, the foreman pointed his finger at him - they say, go where you shot, there Russian Ivan lies in a tank track, bring him to us.
The German understood and approached the sleeping soldier.
“Rus Ivan, com,” said the fascist. The fighter woke up and saw a German in front of him. The foreman with the second fighter, having observed what was happening, laughed. Those two were not laughing. The foreman patted the shoulder of the man lying in the tank rut and said:
- Instead of a hundred grams, you get half a liter and a can of American stew. Thus ended this tragic and at the same time funny story.
Unfortunately, due to the prescription of years, the names of the characters have been forgotten by me. Not a single meeting of brother-soldiers of the 80th Guards Luban Order of Kutuzov Rifle Division took place without memories of this curious incident.

The bigger and more significant historical event, the more it acquires mysticism and legends. The Great Patriotic War is no exception.

Researchers of anomalous phenomena have collected a lot of evidence about the "supernatural" miracles of wartime. Among them are strange prophecies, forebodings and, finally, stories about ghosts, writes tainyvselennoi.

fatal signs

It is believed that the Great Patriotic War began unexpectedly for most Soviet people. But this is not entirely true: shortly before it began, many were visited by prophetic dreams, premonitions. At times, some even contemplated pictures of the future, which usually happens on the eve of big catastrophes.

Researcher paranormal activity Alexander Portnov writes: “In the winter of 1941, I was five years old, but I remember very well how my mother was under the impression of a nightmare for several days. She was very excited and repeatedly told that she saw a huge river covered with thin ice, into which countless masses of people fell from both banks and disappeared in black water and under ice floes.

Everything happened before my mother's eyes: she was sitting on the shore in the snow-covered bushes, hugging me and my two-year-old sister to her, nearby she was fighting in the water, drowning, a horse. The howl of masses of dying people was heard. Some man stood nearby and told my mother: "Sit here - and you will survive."

I remember very well how my mother said: “There will be a war. Newspapers and radio just calm us down.”

The prophecies made by the Moscow schoolboy Leva Fedotov, who later volunteered for the front and died in 1943 in the battles near Tula, are amazing. In his diary 17 days before the German attack on Soviet Union Leva named the exact date for the start of the war, and also quite correctly predicted its course. So, he wrote that Odessa would be taken by the Germans later than Kyiv, that Leningrad was waiting for a blockade, and the Nazis would not be able to surround Moscow because of the winter frosts. The date of the start of the offensive of the Red Army was also indicated in the diary ...

The researchers initially assumed that Fedotov made his forecast based on a thorough analysis of the military-political situation. But the boy actually had no sources of information! What was then printed in newspapers and heard on the radio was limited by censorship.

front bikes

AT extreme situation people often sharpen their intuition and sometimes have the ability to foresee the future. Evidence of this - the stories of former front-line soldiers.

For example, Alexei S. from Leningrad knew from the first days at the front that they would not kill him, he would return home, but in one of the battles he would be seriously wounded. And so it happened. In the autumn of 1943, Alexei suddenly felt: he would be wounded in the head, a scar would remain, covered with hair. On February 26, 1944, a shell exploded near Alexei. The soldier was sent to the hospital. The wound on his head healed, and the scar really covered the hair.

Andrei B., after being wounded, was returning to his native division. With difficulty, he persuaded the driver of a passing truck carrying shells to give him a lift on the wing to the nearest village, where he decided to spend the night. We drove a few kilometers. Suddenly, Andrey was seized with a strange anxiety: he must immediately get off, you can’t go any further! He asked to stop the car and got off. The anxiety has let go.

The truck started moving away. And then - the explosion. The car ran into a mine, who were sitting in the driver's cab, and the foreman was killed on the spot.

And here is another story of a former fighter. There was a soldier in his company whom everyone shunned. The fact is that before each fight he approached one of his comrades and said:

"Write a letter home!" And as he says, it means that within a day that person will be killed.

Once, for some reason, a lieutenant from a neighboring unit came to the company. The seer soldier looked at him and said his own: "Write home." He, of course, did not understand, but the other fighters explained everything to him. The frightened lieutenant returned to his company and told the commander about the terrible prophecy. The commander laughed at the "superstition" and, in order to prove that the soldier's tales were nonsense, he sent the lieutenant for replenishment: they say, they won't go on the attack with the company - and nothing will happen.

The young officer left the unit, and less than an hour later, a German shell hit the car in which he was driving. The driver and passenger were killed.

This case has received publicity. They began to look askance at the private clairvoyant. It was said that he himself was to blame for the death of his comrades: either he was able to “scaw” her, or he “shifted” his own death onto others. During one of the battles, a soldier was found shot in the back.

Phantoms point to graves!

Researchers of the paranormal claim that mysterious phenomena are often observed in places of mass battles and burials during the Great Patriotic War.

One of the most famous anomalous zones associated with the war is the forest swampy valley of Myasnoy Bor, 30 kilometers from Veliky Novgorod. During the Luban operation of 1942, a huge number of soldiers of the Second Shock Army, parts of the German Wehrmacht, the Spanish "Blue Division" and other troops died here in bloody boats. In total, about 300 thousand Soviet soldiers were destroyed in the Novgorod region. This was dozens of times higher than the number of enemy losses.

There are many unburied remains left here, which are being searched for by the Dolina consolidated detachment. Search engines say that birds do not settle in areas of mass death of people, all living things avoid these places. At night, strange voices are heard in Myasny Bor, as if from the other world, and at dusk in the forest you can meet soldiers in Red Army uniforms, who supposedly told the diggers more than once where to look for unburied bodies.

And here is a curious story of the "black archaeologist" Alexei, who hunted with his comrades in the south of Russia, in the Bryansk forests, where the Bryansk Front passed from the winter of 1942 to the end of the summer of 1943.

“They dug up six of ours and 11 Germans, and four Wehrmacht soldiers - in a littered dugout on the banks of the Zhizdra River. While they were working, it slowly began to get dark. We left the skeletons near the pit, and we ourselves settled down 200 meters away, in a clearing.

And at night the devil-those began to happen! Valera on duty woke us up. “Guys,” he says, “something is happening, but I don’t understand what!” We got up. We listened. And there, beyond the hollow where we were digging, we could hear German speech, German marches, laughter, the clang of caterpillars. To be honest, we were frightened. We packed our things and went to the river, this is half a kilometer. We sat there until the morning In the morning we went there again. Everything is in place. Nothing has been touched. The skeletons are lying, as we left them. But we went a little further, and there ... Tank pits! And the most striking thing is fresh caterpillar tracks! The moss is all cut up, as if Yesterday some "panthers" drove here!

According to parapsychologists, in places associated with mass deaths of people and other dramatic events, there is a powerful release of energy and a "memory field" is formed that can generate phantoms and various phenomena that are usually attributed to the supernatural. Perhaps there is no special mysticism here, just these things have not yet been sufficiently studied.

Winter of the 44th. Late evening.
The squad walks through the forest all day. There are 15-20 kilometers left to the city where the soldiers are going.
However, the night is on the way. I do not really want to spend the night in the forest / field. The patrol found a "riga" in a forest clearing. Looked - like, order. Abandoned, not used by anyone. The chest of drawers decided to spend the night in it.

We dined without making a fire (you never know!), appointed an outfit, went to bed. They decided to leave the outfit inside - it will be noticeable on the snow from the outside, but here, if they hear anything, they will have time to get ready. Hang up...

After some time, the attendant shakes the chest of drawers - commander, there is someone here!
Not understood. Who?! Where?!
The attendant explains. As soon as everyone settled down, the snow crunched outside. It looks like someone is coming. No one is visible through the crack in the door. Then it became heard that someone was walking around the barn. Here, listen!

Indeed, it was heard how the snow creaked - as if someone was walking.
Like one. Hm. As the door passes, we jump out. There - according to the circumstances ... Let's go!
Pushing open the door, they jumped out and ran away. It's already winter night. Silence. Nobody. Hm. Looked for traces - no. None.
Damn, I went to bed. If anything again, wake up. The dresser fell asleep.

After some time, the duty officer again heard the creak of snow, as if someone was coming. Pushes the commander - again! He chuckled and listened. Creak, dog! It is necessary to decide radically - separation, rise! (Almost in a whisper). The soldiers instantly and silently woke up, instinctively checked. The chest of drawers made sure everything was in order. To battle! There is someone outside. Sound is on the left. We go out, disperse, act according to the situation. Forward!

The squad jumped out of the barn, crumbled, lay down. Night. Winter. Silence. Nobody. Shopipets! They searched the whole field - there are no traces. They examined the walls, the roof of the barn - nothing.

The squad gathered in the barn. Discuss. Then someone says - outside the sound of footsteps! Everyone froze. Someone calmly walked along the wall of the shed. The commander raised his hand - get ready! The steps creaked and creaked. We got to the door. Someone pulled on the door handle. Again. Then he pulled with all his might - it was heard that the handle could not stand it, it came off. And then there was a terrible roar. The fighters rushed out on command ...

Nobody. A torn handle was found in an iron barrel near the door. And - no trace! Until morning, everyone sat and waited for the "guest", not parting with their weapons. But no one else came.

At dawn, the squad moved out. We decided to have breakfast "on the spot" so as not to spoil the appetite)))

Upon arrival "at the place" they reported to "who needs it." No traces, other than those left by the soldiers, were found. Yes, the doorknob was lying in a barrel by the door. Yes, it was not easy to pull her out of the door, but this does not fall within the competence of the "authorities".

Here is such a tale. It was told to me by two of those who were there - one of the soldiers and a former chest of drawers. Why do I remember this one? Because no one was afraid of the unusual situation. The guys just took their weapons and went to see "according to the situation." Dude, don't be afraid of anything! Well, there was a generation! I bow.

History is like this.

My grandfather knew one veteran, grandfather Vanya. Once they were sitting with the peasants and with this grandfather Vanya, drinking on May 9, celebrating the holiday. And grandfather Vanya, already solidly drunk, seriously says: “Now I will tell you guys how I “died” in the war.” Story from his face.

Believe it or not, I'll tell you what I saw. I had my first fight, I was 19 then. Bullets whistle, heads cannot be raised, and the battalion commander shouts: “Attack!” Somehow I got out and ran after everyone. I run, yelling with all my might: “Hurrah!”, It seems that it’s not so scary when you yell. From left to right, ours are falling ... And I can already see the enemy's trench. I kicked in the run ... and then it was as if someone poked me in the chest with a fist - briefly like that, and immediately it became cold in my chest. I fell, I was surprised: who hit me, there seemed to be no German nearby. He touched his chest - a hand in the blood. "Does that mean it hurt me?" I wanted to jump up - no way, my arms and legs do not obey, I just lie with my head and turn in all directions. Then somehow he stopped hearing (although everything around him screamed and thumped), it was difficult to breathe, his eyes closed. Well, I think I'll lie down for now, if I don't die, I'll get up. And he seemed to fall asleep.

Then suddenly I realized that I was already on my feet. I think: “In, alive, thank God.” I looked around - it’s already quieter, ours are visible somewhere in the distance, which means that the Fritz were knocked out of the trenches and driven further. Let's catch up with ours. What about a rifle? I look, some one of us lies nearby, his head is covered in blood. Well, I picked up his rifle and ran... And then, guys, believe it or not... I'm running, but I don't have a rifle in my hands. Even though I took it. Well, that means I hurried, returned, grab it, but I can’t take a rifle. I still, once again grab - and I can’t take it, somehow my hand passes by and that’s it. I did not understand anything. I sat down on the ground and I'm sitting, what I'm waiting for - it's not clear.

Here our group is walking, the officer is leading, they are going far, but I see the lieutenant's shoulder straps (I immediately began to see somehow very sharply). They are looking for the living. I run to them, yelling: "Brothers! .." But they do not hear. I ran up to them, I salute, I say: "Comrade lieutenant, but I'm alive, only wounded." And they, men ... they, such bastards, pass through me. I got angry, let's catch up, grab them by the shoulders. And again, the hand is like with a rifle, only it passes through the air, but I can’t touch them. And so, you know, only half a centimeter is not enough to touch, and there is no way I can overcome this half a centimeter. I looked around myself: yes, I'm the same, only I looked closer - I also stand, as it were, half a centimeter above the ground, that is, not like everyone else. I felt such loneliness... I have never been so lonely. Well, it turned out that I died, it turns out. Since the living do not notice. What should you do when you die? Is this taught? Yes, I was a member of the Komsomol, we were taught to live, not to die. Here again ours are coming, already in the hundreds, I also yelled at them a little, but then I despaired, these also do not see, do not hear. It became bitter, bitter to me. I remembered all my relatives: my sister Masha, my father, my mother ... And as soon as I thought about my mother, I looked, and she was standing there, everyone was walking, and she was standing, looking at me. Not old and somehow, I don’t know ... all bright, as if overjoyed. Is she following me? I tell her:

Mom, uh... where are you from?

Look at you, Vanya.

I died, right?

No, you have to get married.

We buried you, how are you... alive?

But she didn’t say anything, she just looked at me like that, they say, you yourself see that she’s alive. Then she turned and went after the formation of ours, I followed her, and she was no longer there, as if she had disappeared into these overcoats of ours. I wandered across the field. I look - our company is sitting, talking, smoking. There is Kolka, my sidekick. Silent, silent and says:

And where is Vanya, alive or not?

And one says to Kolka:

So he was killed, there he lies near the hillock.