It ' is my life. That are our life.

Part nine. SUICIDE. (Chronicles of Poltergeist and Poltergeist). Olga Anatolyevna Averchenko killed my client. She killed as surely as if Olga Anatolyevna had used a firearm or a knife. Alexandra Vasilievna returned from the store, came to the house, went up to the apartment using the elevator, left her purchases without any special thoughts or feelings, put her bags on the kitchen mini-sofa, then lay down on the sofa and refused to live any longer… Grandson Sasha in the Zakharchenkov family was called Alexander the third both jokingly and seriously. He bore the name of his grandfather, Alexander Vladimirovich Zakharchenkov. When the grandson came home from school, he saw his grandmother lying motionless on the sofa. Alexandra Vasilievna did not notice Sasha. The grandson got scared and immediately called his father at work. I am a poltergeist, Sergei Filonov, and not at all a fighter against the world of ghosts and spirits. That same “otherworld” has always existed next to ordinary human life, for the last thirty years, “otherworldliness” or the availability of various parallel worlds exists, mainly only in the human imagination. And it is not at all for those people who consider it necessary, frozen with pleasure and horror at the same time, to find various scary stories, read them, watch them in cinemas, on TV or on the Internet, then retell them, as well as watch horror films. And I am not a defender of either of these two worlds, which practically do not touch in ordinary life — the everyday world of ordinary people and, in principle, the unknowable, incomprehensible world of spirits by people. But scary or inexplicable stories sometimes happen in society. As a translator, translator, between the world of spirits and the world of people, they call me, then, a poltergeist. Father Zakharchenkov came home immediately. I found a confused son and a mother who refused to notice the existence of her close relatives, her son and grandson. And also eat and drink. Alexandra Vasilievna was still breathing, but had already abandoned all desire to live. And the poltergeist Filonov, having received the usual alarmed call from his relatives, was not in a hurry at first. Not because I didn’t understand the importance of the events taking place. The caller to the poltergeist was a good friend. And he was a respectable and wealthy man, so Nikolai Zakharchenkov’s words could and should be treated with confidence. And Nikolai Aleksandrovich Zakharchenkov was a wealthy man, and a successful entrepreneur in his business. I hurried slowly and knew much more: Many of us constantly and for a long time burn in the fire of our own pride, vanity or other feelings. And these events inside every person scorched by these feelings continue for years, decades, and do not entail danger or a big fire in the body, except for the accidents that happen to young and very young people in their naive and bright youth. Then I received immediate confirmation of a serious call: Address and account number. As well as a description of clarifying events and my future fee. I was in a hurry: the future client turned out to be my friend, almost a neighbor. And her own son called me to his mother. In the current structure of society, I quietly find my own niche, I am something in between and am in the middle between a doctor, psychologist, lawyer and confessor. It happens all the time, in our fragmented and highly specialized world, where, not caring about the integrity of one gastrointestinal tract, one doctor — a gastroenterologist treats a sick stomach, and a completely different doctor — a proctologist, studies pain in the intestines… And people are very often bored and they even yearn for a comprehensive intervention in their affairs, health, feelings or personal life… It sometimes happens that my client and I just sit, talk, have a leisurely and very frank conversation. And the terrible secrets stop frightening us, divided into two, diluted with the professionalism of an experienced specialist, a poltergeist, me. But these secrets stop only because my client calms down and stops influencing his mental — psychic field, the entire field of his soul, on the mental field of an object or event… I love watching how a solution emerges, never imposed, but it happens and so that even if not prompted, this decision happens to be made by me. An unexpected decision, it rises from the depths of memory and brings a wave of good feelings. For such cases, I carry aspirin, analgin, valerian, and a first aid kit with me. Experiencing a beneficial crisis of comprehension as renewal, people sometimes completely change their own lives. It sometimes happens that my client and I just sit, talk, have a leisurely and very frank conversation. And the terrible secrets stop frightening us, divided into two, diluted with the professionalism of an experienced specialist, a poltergeist, me. B ut these secrets stop only because my client calms down and stops influencing his mental — psychic field, the entire field of his soul, on the mental field of an object or event… I love watching how a solution emerges, never imposed, but it happens and so that even if not prompted, this decision happens to be made by me. An unexpected decision, it rises from the depths of memory and brings a wave of good feelings. For such cases, I carry aspirin, analgin, valerian, and a first aid kit with me. Experiencing a beneficial crisis of comprehension as renewal, people sometimes completely change their own lives. But there are cases in which I am powerless. And old age is one of them. I sometimes think that centenarians in the Caucasus Mountains live long because their actions and their long lives remain in demand by children, acquaintances, neighbors, grandchildren, and are never condemned by the people around the mountaineers. We on the plains and in the cities have greatly changed our lives, probably for the better. And now we simply have to act original, at the same time correctly, and always look dignified and young. But in our fast-paced society there is no longer room for the undeserving, the sick and the elderly. It can be much easier to suddenly go out into the world and be liked by the whole world in the midst of your own early youth. Although, young people do not always get this talent; it is also not easy in youth… I noticed that for some time it has become difficult, even for me, from the first gesture or word, to charm others. And this is caused by age and health itself, only sometimes associated with wealth, and never depends on talent, as a state of the human soul. My client fell into the category of “superfluous people” by accident; her age allowed her to live another ten — fifteen — twenty or more years, but an inevitable, uncorrected event happened to her. She was fading away now, lying quietly on the sofa, not paying attention to the worries of her devoted son. I used every possible or available method to me. The victim was not observed to revive. An elderly woman lay looking at the ceiling. In its leaking blots or stains on the ceiling from a recent spill of cold water from the neighbors above, now her, Alexandra Vasilievna, consisted of her own life, a useless and worthless life, the same as the ceiling that had not received major repairs in a large condominium of residents. And now we simply have to act original, at the same time correctly, and always look dignified and young. But in our fast-paced society there is no longer a room for the undeserving, the sick and the elderly. It can be much easier to suddenly go out into the world and be liked by the whole world in the midst of your own early youth. Although, young people do not always get this talent; it is also not easy in youth... I noticed that for some time it has become difficult, even for me, from the first gesture or word, to charm others. And this is caused by age and health itself, only sometimes associated with wealth, and never depends on talent, as a state of the human soul. My client fell into the category of “superfluous people” by accident; her age allowed her to live another ten - fifteen - twenty or more years, but an inevitable, uncorrected event happened to her. She was fading away now, lying quietly on the sofa, not paying attention to the worries of her devoted son. I used every possible or available method to me. The victim was not observed to revive. An elderly woman lay looking at the ceiling. In its leaking blots or stains on the ceiling from a recent spill of cold water from the neighbors above, now her, Alexandra Vasilievna, consisted of her own life, a useless and worthless life, the same as the ceiling that had not received major repairs in a large condominium of residents. My professional intervention did not happen, but I took the fee. Hesitantly or carelessly, without counting, I put the money in my pocket. Because I knew: It was worked out by me. It will be worked out by me. And I live and work so that various troubles or other extraneous and unnecessary troubles happen to people!...