Wedding

 At one time, there was a story in our village that allegedly happened to our fellow villager. The man went to a friend in a neighboring village to help with construction. After work, he was treated to moonshine and offered to stay the night, but he decided to go home, although it was late. The distance between the villages was about seven kilometers, and it was necessary to go through apiaries, where houses stood in some places. And so, passing through the apiary, the man noticed that in one house people were walking, there was a lot of noise, songs and dances. Then the drunk wanted to "continue the banquet," and he went into the house.

It turns out that a Mari wedding was taking place in the house — who doesn't know, they are attended by a crowd in national costumes and with national songs, but according to Mari customs. Well, the man began to walk and dance with them. He was fed, watered— and everything was as it should be. However, the man vaguely noticed during the feast that the wedding was somehow strange - no blessings, no mention of God.

At the end of the wedding, according to custom, small gifts are given to the guests (mostly from clothes). The man was given a shirt and told to try it on right here. He, out of habit, said: "Lord, have mercy!" he began to put on his shirt.

And then he woke up. There was no wedding. There was silence around him, and he was standing on a wooden chair in an empty house and he put a rope around his neck — all he had to do was twitch. It is unknown what would have happened if he had tried on the "shirt" without prayer. And later he realized that he was eating manure instead of pies.

I think it's not for nothing that people say: if it seems, cross yourself.