Black Eye
Journalist from Moscow (who asked not to name) told the story that did not want to use the material for the article.
She appeared on the day of my birth. This was an accident, but tea and a piece of cake, which symbolized the holiday table, it had been proposed. She immediately took the bull by the horns and began telling a very amusing thing.
Suliko (call it so) was a refugee. Along with her came to Moscow by her children, small-small smaller, it rented a room somewhere for the ring road, soap porches, chalk street for a living. The specialty is the masseuse, went through Moscow, if the case is such a success, massage, by "dumping."
Courageous woman, she called our respect and a desire to do anything to help her. His appearance at us, she explained that reading the newspaper, came face to face with the comments of various experts on all kinds of "anomalies." It is the desire to learn how to contact any of them, and brought her to us. In response to our natural curiosity: "What they do to you?" - Suliko tell his story.
It went from his native city, not only because the political and economic situation forced her to do it (after all, she left her native people and the capital of his home state - so now we have the "near abroad"), but primarily because it remains there was dangerous - her fame rooted "black witch", and the tension has increased to such an extent that she began to fear for their children and for themselves. This worries her, she wants someone she understands explained what was happening to her, and that was the reason for this attitude around.
Her sincerity was no doubt. We listened with interest and sympathy. It all started with the fact that once Suliko saw a woman who was about to cross the road unexpectedly for itself grabbed her arm and said, "Do not go there - you are hit by a car!" The street was deserted. The woman pulled her hand, shook his finger at his temple and went across the road. The alley suddenly turned the car and hit her.
With me, it's the first time - told our guest - and because I was terrified. And then it began to happen more and more often. Regardless of his desire, as I looked at the man saw the danger that threatens him. And without thinking about what I could say in response stuff, cursing, or even hit, I warned people. Somehow my words are treated with hostility. Sometimes it seemed to me that they are doing just to spite me exactly what I tell them not to do - and something happens.
The city crept bad rumors. People close to me were telling me that I should warn people, because they are stubborn and ungrateful. "Let them be what destiny is inscribed, - tell me - if they do not want to listen and believe." But I could not do anything with him. The legs themselves were carrying me to the people, and the word is pronounced as if by themselves ... Suliko tormented by the question: "I am clairvoyant and I have a" black eye "?". And she was looking for help to understand itself.
Together we drank tea and ate cake, we sat at the same table, and between us have developed some informal relationships. Someone once wanted to experiment on himself: "What will happen to me?", But someone else, smarter, immediately interrupted: "Suliko, do not answer!" We laughed, but insist no one. Like all journalists, we were skeptical, pragmatic, and even somewhat cynical. Having diagnosed "with compliments", we, nevertheless, gave our guest addresses, passwords, secret, and further communication is not lost. I will not go into details.
There are many, and they are very unpleasant and sometimes tragic. I will say that from this day all of us, those whose addresses we gave her, those with whom they tied Suliko - went trouble and unhappiness. To be honest, at the first stage occurring adverse event, we do not hesitate to contact our guest. But once someone does come to mind, and then we phoned those with whom it tied, and those - further up the chain.
The result exceeded all assumptions: broken arms, legs, divorce, unhappiness with family, job loss, heart attacks, accidents and even a death ...
Nobody knew Suliko address. Phone from her, according to her, was not. Communication was one-sided. Usually, she called herself. But after our "investigative journalism" - as if cut - no calls for over a year, although aware of our suspicions she could not. Suliko gone from our lives. Life was improving.
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