Tonka's friends have long jumped up to marry, and only she was still sitting in girls. She had neither a groom nor even a seedy boyfriend.
Tonka turned off the light, lit a candle and, sitting down at the table, began carefully leafing through the battered book "Christmas and Yuletide Fortune-Telling". The shoe option seemed to her the simplest and most correct. She was afraid of throwing her shoes over the fence at night, and therefore decided to use her father's old felt boots as a fortune-telling tool, in which he kneaded cement.
Yashka Katapiller had a closed character and, to put it mildly, a nondescript appearance, for this reason the female sex did not show the slightest interest in him. He slowly walked from his shift along the ravine, he had nowhere to rush - no one was waiting for him. When he reached Antonina's house, he involuntarily stopped.
Tonka took a felt boots petrified from cement in the dressing room, went out into the yard and with the words: "Show me where the betrothed will come from" - threw him over a two-meter fence.
Yashka closed his eyes and presented a cute image of a rich, rosy-cheeked beauty Tony. A powerful blow knocked him down and plunged him into darkness. Yashka came to himself lying at the bottom of the ravine. There was a sparkle in my eyes, but only one question arose in my head: "What was that?"
Tonka found the felt boot she had thrown and was stupefied by what she saw - the cape of the boot pointed to where, beyond the ravine, through the woods, the city dump was widespread.
"Is it really a bum ?!" Tonka rushed home headlong and began frantically flipping through the book. Fortune-telling from a log could tell a lot about the future husband. She ran into the wood shed, without looking, grabbed the first log she came across and jumped out into the yard.
Yashka climbed a steep snow-covered slope, fell several times, rolled head over heels to the bottom of the ravine and climbed up again.
Tonka looked at the crooked, knobby log with peeled bark, howled in frustration and, with all her strength, launched it into the darkness of Christmas night.
Finally, Yashka got out of the ravine. He scooped up a handful of snow and wiped his sweaty face with it. A blow of monstrous force fell on his head! When he woke up, Yashka again found himself lying at the bottom of the ravine. Everything floated before my eyes, and a bump the size of an apple formed on my forehead. Consciousness gradually cleared up and panic horror gripped the entire being of Catapiller: something mystical, otherworldly drove him into a ravine and now held him back by an unknown force.
Tonka did not remember how long she sobbed lying prone on the bed. Finally she got up, wiped away her tears, and angrily slammed the fortune-telling book shut.
Exhausted, damp with sweat and wet snow, Yashka again and again climbed the slope, rolled down and crawled again. In the end, he managed to grab onto the bushes that grew along the edge of the ravine. Gathering his last strength, he pulled himself up, saw the lights of the village and ...
Tonka walked with a confident step across the yard, opened the gate and boomerang launched the damned book towards the ravine.
A cry of pain and despair tore through the silence of the night. Another blow to the forehead sent Yashka back along the already beaten route.
Tonka pulled Catapiller out of the ravine, brought it home and looked after him for two weeks like a child. And a week later they applied to the registry office.
A burnt out shed, severe fright and an administrative fine - about what the desire to reveal the secret of your own future can turn into, read the new material on Manshuq. Five stories about fortune-telling on Christmastide and how they ended up.
Kira, 27 years old
I adore mysticism since childhood, but I never believed in it. All spiritualistic sessions, fortune-telling and so on turned into a challenge - to find a new option, try it and make sure it doesn't work. But three years ago, everything changed. For the Christmas holidays, my friend and I went to the country house. Long conversations and mulled wine led to the fact that we decided to arrange our life in the most idiotic way - magical. And for some reason they chose a frightening fortune-telling for the betrothed with a mirrored corridor and an invitation to dinner.
At that moment, the lights in the house were turned off. In the dark we put a large mirror on a chair, lit candles in front of it, poured wine into a glass and poured sweets. The first with almost the same large mirror in front of the improvised table was I: "The betrothed-mummer, come with me to dinner!" Quiet. Firewood crackles in the stove. Dogs are poured outside the window. "The betrothed-mummer, come with me to dinner!" The firewood is still cracking, a friend squeals with fear because of a cat suddenly appearing from under the closet, picks it up and scolds in a whisper: “The betrothed-mummer, come with me to dinner! Oh, well, what a garbage ... ”I do not have time to finish, because out of the corner of my eye I notice movement in the mirror. All sounds seem to disappear. A tall, thin man is walking along the mirrored corridor. I can feel the hair moving on the back of my head, and I just can't remember what to say when you see someone in that damn mirror. Suddenly the person is very close. He has curly dark hair and icy eyes. He smiles and says: "I don't eat candy." And then the mirror shatters into a hundred fragments, the sounds return, and I see my girlfriend with her hands torn in blood and a distraught cat hanging on the curtain. The lights were on.
One could write it off as a game of imagination. Or wine, of which a lot was drunk that evening. Only now the friend swears that the cat rushed to the mirror, as if there really was someone there. And five years later, I met that guy from the mirror. He is tall, slender, with long curly hair and piercing eyes, similar in color to the ice of Lake Baikal. He does not eat sweets at all, and his girlfriend's cat does not like him very much.
Love, 68 years old
I wondered only once in my life, but on what a grand scale! I was probably 18 years old. Gathered on Christmastide with the girls to find out - which each of us has a betrothed. Galoshes were thrown at the gates, they pestered the drunk peasants in the streets so that they could say their names. Fortunately, the village was small, everyone knows each other. Now it's already so scary - at midnight in the city to look for peasants and ask them questions. So, it means that we have tried everything - and candles, and threads, and cards. There is only one way left - the most reliable, they say. I don’t remember all the details, but I had to light a candle in the hayloft in front of the mirror. The devil knows why exactly there. We put on sheepskin coats and went. And the barn where the hay was stored was like this, hastily assembled, it was everywhere. And it was windy that night. And so we, such beauties, sat in a semicircle, loosened our braids, lit a candle and began to speak some words in chorus. And they were so carried away that they did not notice how the wind knocked our candle over, and right into the hay.
Burned down, in general, a barn. One girl's dress was singed, the other her hair. She had to cut her hair very short, and in those days, and even in the village, it was a disaster. The guys did not even want to communicate with her - they were fools. So, because of this insult, she left for Moscow in the summer and married a foreigner there. And my grandfather and I met at that fire while we were putting out the barn.
Maxim, 35 years old
Ten years ago, we celebrated the New Year so well that for two weeks later I was lying around with a terrible sore throat. And my sister and I lived together in the apartment, so when her friends came to arrange Christmas fortune-telling, I lay in the next room and tried my best not to discard the skates, so that the girls would not spoil the entertainment. The walls are thin - you can hear everything. Therefore, when they began to decide what exactly they would do, my fever brain suddenly came up with an insidious plan.
The fact is that my sister has a friend - Anfisa. Amazing beauty girl, clever, sportswoman. By that time, I had been looking at her for a whole year, but still could not decide to invite her somewhere. And I decided to listen to what they would guess, so that later it would somehow be used. In general, Anfisa guessed herself a sports brunette who will give her lilies. So that you understand the full scale of the disaster - I am red and I have a terrible allergy to lilies. But on the other hand, I am athletic, this cannot be taken away.
After a couple of months, during which Anfisa and I did not see each other, I repainted (oh, how the master was laughing at my story!), Bought these damned flowers and went to the park, where he and the girls were walking. My sister still loves to tell everyone how fatal macho I appeared in front of them: dark hair that did not suit me at all, red swollen eyes and a broom with lilies at arm's length, which I try to place in the wind so that it smelled less. Anfisa appreciated the efforts, threw out the bouquet and soldered me with pills in the nearest coffee shop. And a year later we got married.
Alice, 20 years old
We have a very large family. And we love to get together to chat and play board games. Last year we somehow spontaneously left for the mountains, and no one took a single game with them - everyone hoped for each other. But force of habit is a terrible thing! Organisms demanded collective games. Then the aunt remembered that it was Christmas time in the courtyard and it was high time to guess at the betrothed.
There were four unmarried girls - my mother, my aunt, myself and my eleven-year-old niece. All the rest, as more experienced, began to vying with each other to advise. As a result, we tried ten different fortune-telling, but the simplest was remembered. It was necessary to take identical threads and at the same time set them on fire from a candle - whoever burns out faster, that one will be the first to marry. Nephew was the first to burn the thread. We laughed and decided to double-check. These threads were burned seventeen times, and always burned first.
But the funny thing is that literally two weeks ago she came home and solemnly announced: "Vasya is carrying my portfolio, he has already kissed me on the cheek, and perhaps we will get married one day." Neither my aunt, nor my mother had any relationship this year.
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When Christmas comes, my friends and I remember how in our youth we loved to guess and carol. We have one amusing story about a fortune-telling that came true ...
We then turned 15-16 years old, and it was the most innocent time, we already fell in love, but no one has yet started a serious relationship. There was a mathematics teacher in our school, Lyudmila Petrovna, who knew everything about everyone: about teachers, and about students, and about their parents - about all the inhabitants of the village. Either she possessed some kind of providence, or she drew all the information from other sources. Lyudmila Petrovna never ceased to amaze us with details that sometimes only two people could know about. But then we did not go deep into any reflections on this matter.
This was in the mid-1980s. Christmas was then celebrated only in the family circle. We heard about all the rituals from grandmothers, so the information was a mixture of Christian and pagan traditions and beliefs. Christmas worried us not with the birth of Christ, but with divination and mystical miracles that happened at that time, according to the stories of “knowledgeable” people. From the same grandmothers, we heard many different methods of fortune telling on the eve of Christmas, but many of them were difficult to prepare, some of them frankly frightened us, and we chose only easy and harmless options.
First, they threw a felt boot over the fence. Where his nose points, the groom lives there. But the guys caught boots and hid them. By this they spoiled all our fortune-telling. Then we remembered another way: asking the names of the men we met. What is the name of the stranger, so will the name of the husband. But on a winter night on a rural road, you will not meet very many passers-by, and such fortune-telling is not suitable for a crowd of girls. Then someone suggested simply knocking on the windows of houses and asking: "What is the name of my fiance?" Everyone liked this option. So we went from house to house, knocked on the windows and asked in turn about the name of the groom. We were called the most ridiculous names, and we laughed until we dropped. The guys also went with us. They made fun of the girls, pushed them into the snowdrifts, hugged them, in short, everyone had fun in full.
So we reached the house of Lyudmila Petrovna. Apparently, hearing our noisy company from afar, she went out onto the porch and stood waiting for us. We surrounded her and began to shout with laughter, interrupting each other:
- Lyudmila Petrovna, tell me, what is the name of my fiance?
She commanded:
- So! Quiet!
We obediently fell silent.
- Now I'll tell everyone everything! I’ll just make out you! Who do I have here? A-ah, Lena Satina! You will have a Siberian husband!
We burst out laughing. Everyone knew that Sashka Sibiryak had been hovering around Lena for a long time, but she did not even notice him, she dreamed of Slavka Popov and, of course, only wanted to hear this name. Lena only grimaced at the "forecast" of Lyudmila Petrovna, and she added:
“Don’t turn your nose away from him, he’ll become a big man!” Who's there? - continued the teacher. - Aha, Lyuba Dubinina! And you will marry Kalinich!
And laughter again. And again by. Ivan Kalinin is a repeater, a poor student, and even an inveterate hooligan. Everyone was afraid of him like fire, and Lyuba generally bypassed a kilometer.
And you, Irinka, will be your husband Vasya Gurov! Oh, and you will sip grief with him!
A small chuckle of surprise rolled through the crowd. Vasya Gurov is a clever, activist, excellent student, from an intelligent family. And how can you take a sip of grief with such a guy? Irinka just shrugged her shoulders, because she and Vasya did not even sympathize with each other. They studied at the same school, but as if at different poles.
- And where is Marina Spiridonova? - asked Lyudmila Petrovna. - Come to me!
Marinka was pushed forward.
- You will marry Seryozha Zhukov!
- Her father will not allow her! - shouted Sashka Egorov from the crowd.
And again we all laughed, because we knew that Marinka's father was the headmaster of the school. And Seryozha, though a wonderful guy, comes from a dysfunctional family. And they have had a confrontation for a long time, Marinka and Seryozha love each other, and Marinka's parents are terribly opposed.
- Yes, he will be his even better son-in-law! - stood her ground Lyudmila Petrovna. - And here is Marinka Denisova! Our donut! - she smiled when she saw the plumpest girl in our class. - You take a closer look at Pavlik Shirokiy! He loves donuts!
- Not! - Pavlik was indignant amid general laughter. - I need it!
- It will be needed! She will give birth to four children for you!
Lyudmila Petrovna then talked a lot about us, as if she fantasized what would happen to us years later, she drew us our future. But everything that the mathematics teacher prophesied to us, we took as a joke, proving that this could never be.
Many years later. Somehow, having gathered again all together, we recalled school years, all the stories. Of course, we also discussed this comic Christmas adventure. And then we were surprised to find that everything that Lyudmila Petrovna had predicted had come true down to the smallest detail. It was amazing and even scary, because she was a rural teacher, not a professional fortune-teller. She was just joking with us, but it turned out that like this, playing, she "handed out" our destinies to us. How could she see our future? Was there really a secret revealed to her, or was it just a coincidence? Or maybe it was just that very Christmas miracle? After all, Christmas is one of the most amazing and mysterious holidays!
It happened on Christmas Eve. Marina's parents were going to go to her grandmother, but she remained at home alone. Parents asked Marina if she really didn’t want to go with them, she said no. After all, today was the most mystical night. She and her friend Olya were going to tell fortunes about the "betrothed-mummer". As soon as the parents left, Marina took the phone and began to dial Olya so that she would come as soon as possible. The girl knew that this night was the best for fortune-telling.
The girls were going to guess on the mirrors. Marina found this fortune-telling on the Internet, and since then the girls have only talked about it. They redrawn the secret signs that had to be painted on the mirrors with their own blood. But Marina decided that nothing terrible would happen if on all the mirrors, except for one, she painted marks with lipstick. They placed mirrors opposite each other and placed a large mirror under them too. And after the girls built a mirrored corridor, Marina pierced her finger with a needle and drew a secret sign on the mirror. There is little left - to light the candles and wait. It was midnight, and the girls were looking in the mirrors. Suddenly the room became creepy - the candles went out and there was an oppressive silence. Olya jumped up from her chair with fear. In the mirror, on which it was written in blood, candles were lit. A friend, who was seriously scared, asked Marina to stop this fortune-telling, but there was no way to stop her. She believed - to wait a little longer, and she will see her betrothed. Then Olya, in despair, took her jacket and ran out of the apartment, leaving Marina alone. But Marina kept waiting and looked at the mirror where the candles were lit. Suddenly there appeared a silhouette of a man in a black cape. His face was not visible. He was dressed in the way death is usually painted. Marina herself was seriously scared and removed all the mirrors. It was deep night. Marina went to bed, but all the time it seemed to her that someone was walking around the apartment. Girlfriend Olya left for a long time, and she knew that she was at home alone. But the fear did not pass. As soon as she closed her eyes, as someone or something approached her. Having suffered all night and was seriously worried, Marina barely waited until morning and immediately called her parents. Feeling that something was happening at home, she could not remain alone any longer. When the parents returned, it seemed to Marina that all the bad things were over. She tried all day not to think about what happened at night. She explained her poor health to her mother by a quarrel with her friend and sighed with relief: her parents would protect her. In the evening in her room, she thoughtlessly switched channels and wondered what had scared her so much last night. Without finding an answer, the girl fell asleep. Suddenly, Marina thought that there was someone in her room. But peering into the darkness, she saw no one. She was very scared: could the past nightmare be repeated? Who could it be? Chasing these thoughts away, Marina turned on the light and fell asleep again. Mom, passing by Marina's room, flipped the switch, and the light went out. And the nightmare began again. The girl saw him again. I tried to turn on the light, but for some reason nothing worked. Suddenly she felt that they were beginning to choke her ...
In the morning Marina was found dead in her bed. The cause of death was strangulation. But the police quickly hushed up the case and no one found the culprit ...
edited news Olyana - 9-03-2012, 14:20
This story happened to me 12 years ago, we decided somehow. I, as a skeptical person, treated everything mystical at that time with humor, believing that any fortune-telling of grandma's fairy tales. Since neither of us knew any fortune-telling, we decided with her that the simplest thing was to throw a felt boot over his shoulder. As the people say: where the felt boots point, there your betrothed and lives, or so he will be by profession. Of course, neither she nor I had felt boots, and it was decided to throw in my mother's new winter boots.
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And so at 12 o'clock in the morning in the frost we went to guess. Since we lived in comfortable houses, we chose in advance the private sector for our fortune telling with private houses, sheds and the like.
When they came to the place, it took a long time to decide who would throw first, the lot fell in my direction. As I remember now, I spun properly, swung and threw the boot. Well so, laughing heartily, we went to see where my fate flew. We found a boot with its nose buried in a bus, popularly called a groove. I still remember how Lenka's website giggled and said: "You will be the bus driver's wife." I just laughed then and said that this was all complete nonsense. And then Lenka decided to throw, too, swinging well and throwing her boot. Her boot hit someone in the window. Hearing the sound of breaking glass, we, forgetting about my boot, rushed to flee from there.
Of course, I returned home without my mother's new boots (I then got good boots for the boots). Years passed, first at school, then at work, and I forgot my fortune-telling. And now 2011, I am 25 years old, and as they say, it all started here. One beautiful summer morning, I was driving to work, and in a crowded bus a young man stepped on my foot with an apology. First a conversation ensued, and then a long whirlwind romance, which a year later grew into a long-awaited event - a wedding.
And on the day of the wedding site, when everyone at home was preparing to buy out the bride, Lena came into my bedroom. We discussed something with her, laughed, and then she says to me: "Do you remember, we wondered?" I smiled, saying: "Well, I remember, but what?". “Do you remember where your boot nose showed? And I'll tell you, I remember: on the bus, and who is your future husband by profession? That's right, bus driver. "
And then I thought, maybe fortune-telling is not delirium and not grandmother's tales, maybe there really is something that is beyond the control of our mind. After some time, I told this story to my husband. To which he laughed and said: "You see, you cannot escape fate, which means that I am your fate." By the way, my friend Lena still has no luck: all her relationships reach the wedding and beat sharply like a glass site.
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