A voice from nowhere ...

This old, sensational story in the city, and in its authenticity can be easily verified with the help of the Internet, was at one time shyly described by local newspapers. This strange, unexplained event so far occurred in the eighty-first year, at the beginning of summer, in one of the cities of the Chernozem region. I will only talk about what I saw myself and heard directly from the mouth of eyewitnesses.

We then photographed the newlyweds, half the wing in the street, which still wears the proud abbreviation of the Cheka, as the revolutionary organ of the "dictatorship of the proletariat." This street would be more suited to the name of the Nightingale or Green, River, but as they called it, they called it, and it still bears this name. In the second half of the wing with a separate entrance our hostess Sofya Andreevna lived. The private sector, one-story houses occupied the whole street, drowning in greenery. It was the end of May, summer already, in the nearby thickets of the Tuskar river nightingales were tearing.

I rush to a stop in the morning, I walk around a small group of people at the house numbered forty-five. I realized that something was being discussed in this house-one of the women, pointing with her hands to the sides, points to something in the back of the courtyard, behind the gate.

I return home from work, again crowd. The house is low, wooden, with three windows on the facade. I caught snatches of conversation "a voice hoarse, yes with matyukami .... Petrovna in the toilet rocked with fire ... her heart is bad." At this age, I would have stopped and asked, and then I was still embarrassed about interfering with extraneous conversations, but I thought about ordinary hooliganism and slipped by.

Later my husband came. It turns out that the house is already packed with a decent crowd, waiting for something, also grabbed scraps of conversation about the voice, scolding.

Clarification was made by the advanced grandson of Sofia Andreevna, a student of the technical school, Seryozhka. It turns out that someone invisible has settled in that house, who, however, sees everything, knows everything, fights without end, and even gets stoned: residents are afraid of going to the toilet to go to the courtyard behind bushes.

I remind you, the beginning of the eighties. About the "barabashki" still did not talk, in universities did not abolish "scientific atheism", and I was in anything that did not believe in a Komsomol, a beginning teacher in natural subjects and therefore Sergey's story was derided. "Nikolayev-retorted objectively, observing the subordination, he did not call me by his name, but I was only five years older-just came from there, with the boys I heard a voice like from nowhere, the mother of a lodger, a Kazakh or a Kirghiz who lives there with our Russian, so he scolded her for marrying him.

The history of the "Voice" was now discussed everywhere in the city, so this incident was called then, and the "Voice" continued to rampage.

Sophia Andreevna met her colleague, worked together on the telegraph, so she told how neighbor Sashka heard the Voice and grabbed a shovel and rushed to fumble in the bushes, which got a mocking advice: "You'd better get your fat-smashed shovel with that shovel. Do you think she came late from her mother yesterday? With a lover on Murynovka ... "- went on a dirty note. In a local newspaper, much later, in the permissive nineties wrote that the "Voice" disclosed such intimate details that only a few could know, and he addressed not only ordinary people, but also high-ranking police officers, recognizing them, although they were in civilian clothes. Seryozhka, who knew every bush here, climbed up with the boys to the attic in the next house and watched the invisibility spree from the dormer window.

Seated in the courtyard on a bench with beer militiamen, and the police were skeptical about the events at first, Golos barked: "It is necessary to work, not drink beer!" Stunned policemen, snatching pistols, rushed into the bushes to look for a bully. Now the militia cordoned off the house and the street to the school itself. Even the useless Seryozhka, our inexhaustible source of news, did not have access to the neighboring yard, he wanted to slip into the gate with the boys, but the sergeant and the dog jostled them from there. I now could only walk on the opposite side of the street, most of it was blocked and cordoned off. The interrogation of neighbors began, the lieutenant came and to us in the wing. Some people even carried out searches, examined cellars, sheds, lofts, and electricity with business dogs. According to rumors, high ranks from Moscow with equipment arrived.

It was scary, especially at night, and suddenly the "Voice" would move to a new dwelling, saving only a young, strong sleep.

The street in front of the house was constantly crowded with people, the police, of course, did not let anyone in close, but the people all came and came. "Voice" scolded, in a cheeky tone ridiculed residents, scolded the government, local authorities, swore, quarreled with the police. It lasted ten days, no more, then the Voice stopped. But

the city continued to discuss the event, so in the newspaper, it seems, in the "Young Guard", and this was not the main newspaper of the region, wrote an explanation of the rumors. Say, a retired teacher wrote a hoarse voice to the tape recorder and went with him, surviving the neighbors, at the same time fooling and the rest. The people, having read, laughed, like a pensioner, fooled even the Moscow detectives!

Already in perestroika, when the fashion for barabash and other evil spirits came to this topic, they came back again. But, contrary to fashion, the article accused a real human lover, who supposedly could speak with any voice, without venting her mouth, ventriloquist, and so skillfully that professionals with pistols scattered around the bushes, not realizing that they were being turned around by a girl. Galkin and Vinokur, it turns out, can rest. They laughed again. So, but there is still no answer, what was it?