The Dyatlov Pass Incident. Mystery of the Fireballs. Sergei Mikhailov
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Название: The Dyatlov Pass Incident. Mystery of the Fireballs
Автор: Sergei Mikhailov
Издательство: Издательские решения
isbn: 9785006512603
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Itokai grabbed Maxim’s arm:
“He’s speaking of the sacred mountain… warning… ‘Don’t go there…’”
At that moment, the glowing object began slowly descending. Its tail curved, forming a luminous arc in the sky. Tibo still floated in the air, his figure with outstretched arms casting a strange shadow on the mountain slope.
“Quick, take the picture!” Yudin shouted. “While they’re both here!”
Dyatlov aimed his lens to capture both Tibo and the mysterious object in the sky. At that moment, something strange began happening with the light – it seemed to condense around Brignolles’s floating figure.
“What’s happening?” whispered Maxim, gripping the device in his pocket tighter. It vibrated more intensely, almost burning his hand.
Tibo suddenly spoke again, but now his voice sounded different – as if someone else was speaking through him, someone more ancient and powerful:
“The time will soon come… Kholat Syakhl… nine steps… the sacred mountain calls…”
His words echoed off Belukha’s slopes. The next instant, the comet-like object shot upward and vanished into the sky, leaving only a glowing trail.
Tibo slowly descended to the ground. He looked exhausted, but his eyes burned with a strange fire.
“What was that?” asked Dyatlov, running to him. “What did you see?”
“I… I don’t remember,” Tibo rubbed his temples. “It felt like someone was speaking through me. And visions… many visions.”
“What visions?” Dyatlov took out his notebook, ready to write.
“A mountain… different from Belukha. Dark, with a flat top. And nine figures in the snow…” Tibo spoke slowly, as if trying to hold onto fleeting images. “Something is supposed to happen there. Something important.”
“Kholat Syakhl,” Yudin said thoughtfully. “You said that name while floating. We need to find out where exactly this mountain is.”
Maxim, Anna, and Itokai exchanged glances. They knew which mountain it was and what would happen there in less than a year.
“We need to organize an expedition,” Dyatlov said decisively. “Find this mountain.”
“Igor,” Yudin placed a hand on his shoulder. “Let’s first understand what’s happening here. Tibo has only just started… manifesting these abilities. We need to understand their nature.”
“Let’s take another photograph,” Dyatlov suggested after a pause. “For memory. Shall we build a pyramid?”
“Can you repeat… what happened just now?” Dyatlov asked Tibo. “For the photograph?”
Tibo nodded, though it was clear he hadn’t fully recovered from his strange trance.
“Hey, everyone!” Dyatlov called to the other group members who were nearby. “Let’s take an unusual photo!”
Soon the whole group gathered. They began building a human pyramid against the backdrop of the majestic mountains: two participants stood on their hands at the sides, two more positioned themselves in the center, three people formed the second row above them, and Tibo with his guitar was to take the highest position.
Maxim, Anna, and Itokai continued watching from their hiding place. Tibo, now familiar with his new abilities, easily ascended to the top with his guitar. As before, he seemed to lose weight, barely touching his companions’ shoulders.
The ninth group member adjusted the camera on its tripod. From above, under the cloudless sky, a strange afterglow still fell upon them – a trace of the vanished luminous object.
There was something strange about the photograph taken at that moment. Yes, everything looked normal – a cheerful tourist pyramid against the mountains, everyone smiling, Tibo with his guitar at the top. But looking closer, it wasn’t clear exactly how he was staying up there, what he was standing on.
“Perfect shot!” exclaimed the photographer, returning to the group.
“We’ll need to print several copies,” said Dyatlov, helping his companions dismantle the pyramid.
“Igor,” Yudin called quietly when everyone started dispersing. “We need to talk. About what’s happening with Tibo… and about this mountain, Kholat Syakhl.”
Maxim watched as the three – Dyatlov, Yudin, and Brignolles – moved aside and began speaking seriously. Tibo looked thoughtful, as if still under the impression of his strange experience.
Maxim, Anna, and Itokai carefully moved closer, trying to hear the conversation.
“It gets better each time,” Tibo was saying, looking at his hands. “As if I’m learning to control it. But the main thing – the visions. They’re becoming clearer.”
“What exactly do you see?” asked Dyatlov.
“A mountain… dark, with a flat top. And some lights above it, like the one we saw today. But there’s something else…” Tibo paused, searching for words. “As if the mountain itself is trying to say something. Warn us.”
“About what?” Yudin asked quietly.
“I don’t know. But it’s connected to the number nine. I keep seeing nine… something. Figures, signs, I can’t tell exactly.”
Dyatlov took out a map and unfolded it:
“We need to find this mountain. Kholat Syakhl… Should be somewhere here, in the northern part of the ridge.”
“Strange,” Yudin ran his finger over the map. “This place… there are two mountains. Kholat Syakhl and Otorten to the north.”
“Which one is it?” Dyatlov looked up from the map.
“In the visions, I see Kholat Syakhl,” Tibo answered. “The mountain with the flat top. I’m certain. There… there’s something there. Something ancient.”
A strange sound suddenly came from above – a low hum similar to that made by the luminous object. All three looked up at the sky but saw nothing.
Maxim felt a chill run down his spine. He knew this expedition would take place. And he knew how it would end.
Chapter 12 – Crossing Paths
The Dyatlov group began descending to their camp. Maxim, Anna, and Itokai waited a while before moving down themselves, taking a different route – they needed to reach the old alpine camp where Ognev would be waiting for them in two days.
“Look,” Itokai suddenly stopped, pointing to a neighboring slope. Another hiking group was visible there. In the lead walked a tall, powerfully built man in his forties. Even from a distance, his movements betrayed СКАЧАТЬ