The adventure of the trucker Ivan Mikhailovich. A mystical novel. Svetlana Mirray

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      Then he walked a little next to the truck, smoked and got behind the wheel.

      The fellow traveler was still sitting in silence, his hood completely covered his face, perhaps he was even asleep.

      Ivan started the car, she growled in response, they drove off and drove off.

      Time passed quickly, the gray highway flashed through the windshield like a long ribbon. Ivan began to feel sleepy, and there was still a long way to go.

      It was already quite dark. Night was approaching. The strange man stirred again and took out a small bundle from his cloak. Ivan turned his head and was stunned. There was fresh red meat lying there. He again took out a piece with his bony fingers and put it in a hooded mouth somewhere deep there, then the man began to slurp loudly.

      Ivan was tired of the road and couldn't take it all anymore. He stopped the KAMAZ, got out of it, went to the door on his side, opened the door and said:

      – That's it, man, you got me, come out, I don't owe you absolutely anything.

      The strange traveling companion sat silently, and without movements.

      – Come out, in a good way,» Ivan said angrily.

      Silence.

      Ivan climbed into the cab, grabbed the man by the breasts and threw him out of it.

      The strangest thing is that he didn't even resist. When Ivan threw him to the ground, something fell out from under the raincoat, rumbled and remained in the cabin.

      And the strange man himself fell to the ground like a sack and crumbled into pieces. Ivan cursed loudly from what he saw, spat in disgust and quickly got behind the wheel, recovering.

      "What the hell is going on," he said angrily. – Who is this? A dead man?

      Ivan saw in his car on the floor in front of the seat a shoe that had fallen off this strange man, he bent down to pick it up, and there was something white and smooth inside, it looked like a bone. Disgusted, Ivan grabbed the shoe and threw it through the open window.

      Ivan drove in silence, he tried not to think about the incidents that had happened. After all, the case generated more questions than answers. And no one can answer these questions.

      Ivan's KAMAZ disappeared from view, leaving what was left of the strange fellow traveler lying on the road. Soon the cloak rose on its own and began to collect all its body parts scattered along the road, and when there was nothing left, it slowly wandered along the side of the road and disappeared into the forest, carrying with it the unsolved mystery of its origin.

      Ivan meanwhile followed his route to the city of Timashevsk.

      CHAPTER 3. MEETING WITH THE WITCH

      The road was long, Ivan spent all this time without sleep. I’ll get to the place and rest, so he decided and drove, rubbing his eyes tired from exertion.

      Ivan drove all night and only in the morning he was in Timashevsk, called his customer, but it turned out that he had arrived earlier and now he had to pass the time waiting for loading.

      «Maybe I should stop by the farm of the Fierce, about which the old man was telling on the way, and suddenly there were people there, Ivan thought. At the same time, I will swim in the river, I hope that everything will be fine without mermaids. And I don’t believe in these fairy tales at all!»

      Ivan left the KAMAZ by the road in the very edges that the old man described to him. He found a path that led along the edge of the forest and turned into the forest.

      For about an hour he wandered through the forest without turning off following the path, saw that there were several old houses ahead.

      – That’s the same farm, though… who knows. «But I’m going to take a look,» Ivan said aloud and went to see if there were people.

      He went up to every house and shouted loudly:

      «Is anyone here?»

      But there was a silent silence in response. And only grasshoppers in the grass chirped, jumping one after another in different directions.

      Ivan went around all the houses in the area, they were completely unsuitable for living, there were no people in them. He was about to leave when he heard a hoarse, elderly voice from behind:

      – Son, who are you looking for here? – grandma looked with small narrowed eyes.

      – And I didn’t expect to see anyone here anymore! Ivan exclaimed and went to meet her.

      «Well, I’m here temporarily, too,» she replied.

      – Are you leaving? Ivan was surprised.

      – We are all temporary in the world, and then we go to God. «Come with me, a nice man, I’ll treat you to dinner,» she said and waved her hand pointing to the house that stands in the distance. «You didn’t notice my house, did you?»

      – He’s standing at the very edge of the village, you can’t see him.

      Soon they came to a very old hut.

      – Come on, you’ll be a nice guest! – she said.

      – I’m Ivan. What’s your name?

      – Call me Grandma, I don’t remember my name. I’ve been living in the world for a hundred years, maybe more.

      – Okay, Grandma, what is the name of this village? «Maybe Fierce?» asked Ivan, entering the house.

      – A farm where only one grandmother lives, call it that, but I don’t remember what it was called before. I’m sorry, darling, I’ve become old. You’d better come into the kitchen, we’ll have lunch with you now.

      The furniture in the house was old, the same as her mistress. Two wooden stools, a small table, a metal bed, a small wardrobe and a sideboard for dishes. There was nothing else.

      – You live modestly here.

      – Why would I need anything else? It’s always not enough for you young people, but we who have seen life do little,» the old woman said, putting boiled potatoes on the table.

      – Isn’t it scary for you to live here alone? Ivan asked, starting to fix the stool. He had an inventory on this account in his bosom, and it was called «there are different cases,» so one turned up.

      – And who can they be afraid of here? Evil spirits or something? Yes, I can do something myself.

      – Well, maybe animals? Ivan persisted.

      «Enough for you, who needs me old, they’ll chew me for a long time,» and the old woman laughed, exposing her toothless mouth.

      Ivan made a stool and sat down on it.

      – What about the shops? Or are you all products from the forest, but from the garden of Berthe?

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