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I met two giant fish in the Carnelian Bay in Crimea, Koktebel
I, Bodrov Viktor Alekseevich, at that time a 4th year student at the Leningrad Institute of Water Transport, in 1978 hunted under water in Serdolikovaya Bay. Koktebel. A gun, pneumatic, old, green, Soviet, in the form of a long tube with a handle. Harpoon.
Carnelian Bay in Crimea
The water temperature in the bay was only plus 13-15 degrees Celsius. I was only in swimming trunks. August. I have not seen any carnelians or monsters. Diving in a mask with a snorkel. Mostly swam with a pipe and looked down.
I went, reluctantly, into the water, shivering from the cold. At 10-15 meters from the coast, opposite the descent from the mountain to Serdolikovaya Bay, right below me at a depth of 1-1.5 meters, two fish were slowly swimming. My height is 182 cm, and the length of the fish was about 2 m. The scales are 3-4 cm in diameter.
From above, the body thickness is about 28-30 cm. The body height of the fish was about 35-40 cm. The eyes are large, expressionless, cold-blooded, the diameter is 5-7 cm. In general, the fish looked like huge herring, silvery, with a dark back. The nose is pointed. It doesn't look like a mullet.
I thought that if my weak harpoon pierced the scales, then such a fish would take me wherever it wanted. And then maybe she also bites. The fish, swimming slowly, calmly looked up at me, only with dull, glazed eyes with dark pupils, without any reaction, and continued to sail calmly like two submarines perpendicular to the shore, courses parallel to each other.
It was terrible. I slowly turned to the shore, got out of the water, dressed and left. Nobody believes me.
Then I asked about who it was, and from ichthyologists at the nearest marine station in Crimea, in all aquariums and museums, up to Barcelona (Spain), but no one told me anything.
I myself have not even found such fish in the pictures in the aquarium, the largest in Europe in Barcelona. And who they were, fish like two submarines, I still do not know. And nobody knows.
Best regards, Victor Bodrov
White ball from the sky
Hello. I happened to be an eyewitness to an unusual phenomenon. On the Kopylovo peninsula in Togliatti there is a wonderful corner with a beach opposite the Zhiguli mountains. I am a frequent visitor there in the summer, since my dacha is located a few hundred meters away. Nothing special. Ordinary six acres.
So here I lie, sunbathe and looking into the sky I think how interesting it would be if some UFO flew by in front of everyone's eyes. I also have my camera at hand.
And then I see a completely white ball falling from the sky. He only seemed small, because it was more than a kilometer away. I do not know exactly what is the distance in this place from Kopylovo to the Zhiguli mountains.
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The ball sank closer to the opposite bank. While he was descending, I hastily turned on the camera and missed the moment when he sat down on the water. At that moment, I lost sight of him and took a picture of the alleged splashdown site with the maximum optical zoom. At home I looked better with an even higher magnification.
What it is? A white ball on a wave from which a kind of violet radiation emanates in the direction.
It happened at the end of July 2016. Around 17 o'clock in the afternoon. The ball fell from the sky not vertically down, but at an angle of 70 degrees.
From west to east along the Volga. In the photo, the opposite shore is very close, but this is due to the zoom of 26 × or so.
I have another strange picture. I was sitting on the street near a barrel where firewood was burning, and my wife took a picture of me. There was a ball behind me.
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Author: Igor
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Violin on the wall
I needed to buy a guitar, found a cheaper ad, came home to the seller and gasped - he turned out to be a person who collects musical instruments, and restoration and sale of used ones - for him it is, drink beer.
My favorite was the violin on the wall - clearly a unique instrument of the masters. But he would not let her approach her. Despite the fact that he even had original ukuleles and accordions from Hitler's time in his collection, I was still chained to this violin on the wall.
What kind of master did he sculpt? What's the production date? How can you take a closer look?
- No. - The owner stopped any attempts to get closer to the instrument, although he clearly saw that I was very interested.
We discussed the guitar, chose from several options. The sound is brilliant, even on the "line". I paid, stuck my guitar in a prepared case (he appreciated my preparation), and he walked me to the elevator.
And then he says:
“It’s a pity you didn’t come to me after dark, young man.
- Why?
- The violin, which you are so keenly interested in, is playing. Itself. Wonderful melodies, I tell you! Quiet and extremely melodic. Therefore, it hangs on my wall - for better sound resonance. But briefly. Two hours, no more, and then after dark. I don't even know what this phenomenon is connected with - I have been studying this violin for a long time and all the time in incomprehensible guesses. Oh, what a pity you didn’t come after dark - you would hear this nectar melody….
The elevator doors closed and I went about my business.
After a while, without warning, I went to this master, drove by, and it would not hurt to buy notes from him.
I was met by a retired woman. quite cordially and without reproach. Yes, they say, her husband has been engaged in the restoration of various instruments for a long time and kept the collection …
- What do you mean … led?
- And he died 25 years ago.
I looked into the corridor and did not see the violin on the wall.
- Was there a violin?
- How do you know? Yes, we buried her with him, as he asked. Are you his student?
I had to lie that yes, that would not be completely incomprehensible. Then I asked, do you have guitars?
She said that yes, although no one except grandchildren and their friends is interested in them, they remained from her husband in the closet. She invited me to look, clearly hinting at a purchase on my part. Pensioners, I understand.
At the place where I took the guitar, there was the money that I paid for it - untouched and even somewhat powdered with dust.
I said that I'm sorry, urgent matters await, although the widow clearly did not hide her embarrassment over money and the loss of a guitar from a closed apartment.
As you understand, neither the phone number nor the advertisements on the Internet, even in the Google cache, was found. So what was that?
On the other hand, you probably want me to finish the story of hearing the violin moaning from my guitar at night? No, a tool as a tool. I pulled the strings, brought the tuning pegs to mind, oiled and haunted the microcracks. Brunch and brunch on it. Nothing.
But what was it?
