The Dyatlov Pass Incident. Mystery of the Fireballs. Sergei Mikhailov

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СКАЧАТЬ what happened in fifty-nine,” Ognev began, “you need to know what occurred in the summer of fifty-eight. That’s when Igor Dyatlov, along with Yudin and Thibeaux-Brignolles, went hiking to Mount Belukha in the Altai. What they saw there… it changed them forever.”

      He took out an old photo album.

      “Look here. This is them at the foot of Belukha.”

      In the photograph, Maxim saw young Dyatlov, Yudin, and Thibeaux-Brignolles. They looked happy but focused, as if preparing for something important.

      “Belukha is a special place,” Ognev continued. “The ancients considered it sacred. But it’s not about mysticism. On its slopes, they found something that later led them to Kholat Syakhl.”

      “What exactly?” Maxim asked.

      “In one of the caves, a very important meeting took place that determined the group’s future. There they received knowledge, including coordinates. These coordinates pointed to places of power, not just in the Urals, but in other regions,” Ognev paused momentarily, as if remembering something. “They planned to investigate these places… but…”

      “But what?” Maxim asked alertly.

      “To understand the complete picture, you need to go to Altai, find these places, and see everything with your own eyes,” Nikolai replied, pointing to the map.

      “How will we do that?” Maxim asked.

      “Zolotarev’s watch. It doesn’t just tell time – it can open a passage to the past. But you need to find the right transition point.”

      Suddenly the house grew very quiet. Ognev tensed, listening.

      “They’re here,” he whispered. “Leave through the garden. There’s a path behind the house that leads to the river. We’ll meet in two days at the foot of Belukha, at the old alpine camp. And remember – you can’t change anything in the past. One careless word could alter the entire chain of events.”

      They quickly and silently left the house. Through the snowy yard, sinking in deep snow, they made their way to the narrow path leading to the river. The cold wind covered their tracks.

      “Where to now?” Anna asked when they had reached a safe distance.

      “To Altai,” Maxim replied, gripping the device tighter. “We need to find out what they discovered that summer.”

      In his pocket, Zolotarev’s watch ticked quietly, as if counting down the moments until their meeting with the past.

      Chapter 10 – The Edge of Times

      Making their way through deep snow, they reached a strange place in the forest. Among ancient fir trees rose a stone pillar that resembled a human figure. Snow didn’t settle on its surface, as if the stone radiated warmth.

      “Here,” said Itokai, stopping reverently. “The Mansi call this place the Edge of Times. Our ancestors said you could hear the voices of the past here.”

      Maxim took out Zolotarev’s watch. In the freezing air, the mechanism emitted a strange humming. The hands began rotating counterclockwise, gaining speed with each revolution.

      Around the stone pillar appeared a strange glow, like the northern lights but concentrated around the rock.

      “A portal,” Anna whispered. “Time grows thin here.”

      Maxim stepped closer to the glow. The device in his hands responded with vibration, the symbols on its surface flashing brighter.

      They stood around the stone pillar, touching its surface with their hands. Zolotarev’s watch pulsed more intensely, its humming growing into a low vibrating drone.

      Suddenly everything was flooded with a bright flash of light. Maxim closed his eyes, and when he opened them, the winter forest had vanished. They stood on the slope of Mount Belukha, bathed in summer sunlight. The air was warm and thin – they could feel the altitude.

      “It worked,” Itokai breathed. “We’re in fifty-eight.”

      Maxim looked around. The majestic Belukha towered before them, its snowy peak glittering in the sunlight. Below stretched a green valley, cut by the silver ribbon of a river.

      “Look!” Anna pointed down the slope.

      There, about two hundred meters below them, they saw three people. Even from that distance, Maxim recognized them from the photographs: Igor Dyatlov, Yuri Yudin, and Thibeaux-Brignolles. Young, full of energy, they were animatedly discussing something, occasionally pointing toward the mountain’s peak.

      “We need to get closer,” Maxim whispered. “But without them noticing us.”

      They began carefully descending, hiding behind rocks. The wind carried fragments of conversation.

      “Tibo, are you sure you want to do this?” It was Dyatlov’s voice.

      “Yes,” Brignolles replied. “I feel… feel that it’s possible here.”

      Chapter 11 – The Altai Experiment

      They crouched behind large boulders, observing the group. Thibeaux-Brignolles stood slightly apart from the others, his tall figure silhouetted against the mountain.

      “Go ahead, Tibo,” they heard Dyatlov’s voice. “Try again. Like yesterday.”

      Brignolles slowly raised his hands. For several seconds nothing happened, and then… his feet left the ground. Slowly, as if in a dream, Tibo began to rise into the air. He hovered about a meter above the ground, his face expressing complete concentration.

      Maxim felt the device in his pocket respond to this strange phenomenon – it began vibrating more intensely, the symbols on its surface glowing brighter.

      “Look!” whispered Anna, pointing to the horizon.

      An unusual object appeared in the sky, resembling a comet – with a bright luminous core and a long, shimmering tail. It moved slowly along the horizon, as if observing the events below.

      Tibo slowly spread his arms outward, taking the pose of a crucified Christ. His figure, floating above the ground with outstretched arms, against the backdrop of majestic Belukha and the glowing object flying in the distance, looked surreal, almost mystical.

      “Incredible,” whispered Dyatlov, continuously photographing. “Yuri, are you seeing this?”

      “Yes,” Yudin replied quietly, not taking his eyes off the floating Tibo. “Like last time, only… stronger.”

      Tibo continued hovering with his arms spread. The glowing object in the sky seemed to pause, hanging above the mountain. Its tail shimmered in shades from white to orange, casting strange reflections on Belukha’s snowy peak.

      “We need to capture this,” Dyatlov frantically changed angles, clicking his camera’s shutter. “This happens СКАЧАТЬ