This story was told to me by a friend of mine. She lives in the village. Her father, husband, and many other relatives are buried there, at the local cemetery. And this spring she decided to change the plaque on her father's grave — the old one had completely fallen into disrepair. She didn't want to go to the cemetery alone, so she decided to take her elderly mother with her. She's already over 90 years old, but the cemetery is not far away, and they decided to take a walk.
They hobbled back to their seats. There were no people, even though it was spring — apparently, all the locals were busy in the gardens. They began to nail the sign. We suffered both ways, but it doesn't work out. What can I do? And that's when my friend's mother told me:
— Katya, we won't do anything like that. Ask the guy over there to help us.
Katya looked around — there was no one around, not a single living soul...
"What guy, Mom?" Where do you see him?
— Well, what's that, daughter — the one over there, sitting on a bench across the grave and looking at us... Hey, man! Please help my daughter fix the sign, there's nothing for her...
My friend was a little taken aback. I looked around again very carefully, but I didn't find any men.
"Mom, there's no one here. Who are you asking?
— Yes, over there, by this one! The old woman pointed to the bench that stood across the grave. — At least he answered, what a boor. Sits... He's got his hands on his knees and he's not responding. Vona, look, get up, go... At least he would say hello — what kind of young people have gone these days, they don't respect old age at all...
My friend was terrified. It was useless to argue with his mother. She dropped the sign, grabbed her mother by the arm and quickly left there.
To nail this sign, Katya then hired a neighbor for a bottle. She doesn't go to the cemetery alone anymore, only accompanied by a company. Her mother, of course, is an elderly woman, and she might just have imagined it. But who knows...
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