Aunt Lyuba

 I'm walking home from the village club one day. I always walked along the same road. It was midnight. I saw a granny sitting near the gate.

— Aunt Lyuba, why are you sitting here at night scaring people?

— Yes, I'm waiting for them to take me to the cemetery.

— Ahhh, well, I see.

I think Grandma's lost her mind, the old one.

The next day in the afternoon I went to get bread. I pass by this house again. I look — there are a lot of people in the courtyard, and the coffin is standing.

I come home, I tell my grandmother:

— Aunt Lyuba, it turns out, is dead. She was still alive yesterday.

"What was it yesterday?" She died a week ago. The corpse has already begun to decompose. Okay, the postman came to her, otherwise she would have been lying further away.

I never went through that house again.