Brownie. Russia

With my husband we lived for 15 years. Lived, I must say, not very well. He liked to drink, but before it was strictly, from work could expel. I'm always for it is worried, often crying, because life was very hard, all the work (at home) was on my shoulders. One morning I was somehow not on itself, not that unwell, but somehow not something. In the afternoon I cleaned the beast and went into the house and lay on the bed under the covers (I was shivering or something, I just don't remember). In the house there was nobody. I lay there and thought about life.

And suddenly at my feet as if someone stood up and slowly pulls the blanket. I immediately realized that it was the owner, by the way, somehow I was not even scared. I ask him: "For better or for worse?", and he says to me (male voice): "Not two, not good, to be rich".

I was surprised that so all may be that someone unseen was talking to the male human voice, and even said such a thing. How can there be wealth with my husband. Realizing what happened, I was terrified. A month and a half we have a telegram that my uncle died and all their inheritance had signed me. By the way, I don't know why me.

Recorded at s. B-Sands Ertil district, Voronezh oblast from the Fedotovna's me, Mary, born in 1922 the Record of Scoring O. N. AKTLF

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