When we returned, the head of the club got sauerkraut, put to cook potatoes. We went into the hall with the stage.
On the school Desk were two VEGA turntables, an amplifier, and speakers. The walls were decorated with balloons made of colorful condoms. The floor was spattered with something, and there was an unpleasant smell from the window.
- – What was going on here?"
- Grandfather Ilya waved his hand:
- - And... to Us from the center of means allocated-one thousand rubles, a box of condoms and the militiaman that arranged for youth a rave-party "Tell to drugs no". And some bad leaflets- "Do not play dangerous games", "Condoms are a topic of conversation", "What you should know about oral sex". Check this out.
- I got a pair:
- "If you're going to a club or rave party, bring condoms. Perhaps, You should have under itself condoms always... Remember, that oral sex significantly less dangerous, than vaginal or anal sex without condom..." Brad some.
- – Here is we, too, could not understand: that this such – rave-pati, if there need to borrow condoms?... But to hell with him; the party so party.
- At us, militia in the village isn't present, and to us the COP from the center sent that it didn't pass in club of teenagers with drugs. He at an entrance of girls felt-all looked for where at them drugs.
- And then the guys started coming. He didn't touch them, thank God. But everyone asks:
- – Do you have any drugs?
- He says:
- – Where did I get the drugs?
- COP all sticks:
- "You sure there aren't any drugs?"
- No, no.
- "Do you want me to sell it?"
- He, you see, there in the city, dancers shmonali, they were natimal drug, where to put them now? That sells.
- But our youth is correct, no one bought drugs from him. All came with their moonshine. And so, the rave party began. The lights were on, the music was on – everything was fine.
But then the summer resident one who the first moonshine got drunk, shouted "me sausages" and began to vomit in a window. And for him all yelling have become, that their, too, sausage. And Vaska, it at us the fool, it just from vocational school in the regional center expelled, so that got the sausage and began to sausage directly at all. Ugh, you freak. The girls giggle, even if turned away... who is the Shame came, not a rave party. Is it the same in your city?
"The devil only knows, we don't go there... look, we've come for something... they say there's something terrible going on in the cemetery here." We would be writing about it like, if something interesting will find You... heard anything?
Grandfather nodded.
- "You bet." I'm in this village all my life... the Story of horror there are really a lot. What's the matter, so no one understood... but the chatter is decent.
- Valery poured himself and grandfather, I opened brought from the city a can of Cola.
- "Tell me the details." Enough moonshine.
- Grandfather Ilya drank the glass and winced:
- - Something Petrovna's messing up. As sees, non-local take, so immediately is beginning to dilute the, the old it comes. Need to would it insert for such numbers.
- Valerka, too, overturned and wheezed, that to do this need not, all in order.
- Grandfather waved his hand and thought.
– It started with the cemetery about a hundred and fifty years ago, they say. Now cemeteries near the village of two. And the earth under the second, new, took away still at the Tsar. Why-pleasantly no one knows, but like on old something was is amiss. As times now this damn thing again returned. And I thought all this talk about graves being dug up was like a fairy tale to scare children...
I do not know even how to begin... in General, they like to tell that in the old cemetery, where the Church stands, there are some evil spirits. And the dead are not lying there in place. It seems as in past times on five-six graves excavated in the mornings found: the cross is turned over, the hole is dug, the coffin is pulled out and opened.
Everything was put in order, but the next day or a week later everything was repeated: sometimes the same, and sometimes other graves were again torn up. The watchmen who were put on cemeteries, or dead lay, or them in General could not find. A cemetery at night the lights flashed, if it was quiet – heard hitting the ground, like digging.
At night they were afraid to check what was going on, but in the morning – all the same: the guard is dead, several graves have been excavated, the dead are lying on the ground. Then and decided new a graveyard of to fence, and on old were buried rarely.
In the nineteen-hundredths, the hell seemed to have died down, but sometimes, no, no, and found here and there a fresh hole. And the excavated graves were very old-about the time when it all began, although the cemetery happened, and new buried, although rarely.
Well... and there's kind of a legend about where it all started. Village Malakhovo is called by the name of the landlord, to whom she once belonged to. The landowner was terribly rich, lived beautifully, and suddenly time-and died. And died young quite, him, like as and sorokovnika not was, health to do with it have nowhere... Rumors went, that deal here unclean: were have him sons from first marriage, raspi... debodyai youthful, they, as some thought, and killed dad, to money and manor belly obtain.
Well, anyway, he's dead, so that's where they buried him, too.
But Malakhov still had a young wife, she loved him terribly, and he left half the money to her... and then something unclear. I think she called some-devil knows, doctor or policeman – there was some vague talk about it, I never understood what he was doing-he had a name, too, not very Russian.
Well, this man came, and he and his wife Malakhov took the men and went to the cemetery to dig up for some reason the coffin with her husband.
– Maybe they wanted to prove that his children had poisoned him, so they wouldn't inherit."
– You know, I think so, too. But something is talking that is not so easy... Although it is unlikely anyone remembers. Well, that's not the point.
In the late afternoon they went to the cemetery. Malakhov and his sons were living separately, and found out about it later. But as learned, immediately's rushed there. When they saw that they were tearing up their father's grave, a fight broke out. And a man from the city was hit on the head with a shovel – the whole face was cut in half, he, of course, and died. Malakhov's children escaped.
Well, the visitor there, on a cemetery, quickly buried-business wanted to hush up. But in two weeks a scandal has risen – this man was terribly rich and famous. In St. Petersburg he had some business of his own, many connections, and everyone needed him. And some demoday on a rural cemetery with a shovel hacked... That's the carrot came out.
High was scary. Malakhov's heirs quickly caught and, without understanding who waved a shovel, all hung up. The widow under hot hand, too, someone strangled. But buried – village something, essentially, them has belonged – all on the same a graveyard of. Although the names on the stones of the imaginary put to the Avengers not ispohabit.
Here since that time and began to appear on a cemetery the dug graves. They Say only that this dead man, hacked to death with a shovel, walks at night and searches in the graves for his murderers.
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Val hiccupped in fright.
- I thought I could drink anything."
- - Young still, then learn. Although young people something right now, not the same. Here we remember…
- I was afraid that they with the colleague till the morning will remember who how many drank (Valery can do it), and tried to return to a cemetery.