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A strange cat brought out of the fog
Deep autumn, plowed field, slush. We are going with my husband to the village. Dust. They are quite young, in their twenties, there are no children yet. The husband drank often, and this time he was also drunk. I go and grumble at him, reproach him. He listened halfway, and then grunted something, turned around and walked back.
Dark. Nobody. Only dark plowed land and black sky. The husband left and how he failed. I scream him, already crying with fear. Itself seemed to be in milk. The fog came from somewhere - the hand is not visible. Such an eerie fear poured in. I was going somewhere, roaring, stumbling in the plowed furrows. The silence is so …
Fear bound everything at the next fall. And suddenly to the left below, a meter away from me, a very beautiful cat emerges from the milky fog. Bright orange with thin brown stripes, huge green eyes. And the muzzle is beautiful, beautiful and as if he was smiling. The ears are upright and there are tassels on them. The cat is large, tall, knee-deep, perhaps on long legs. Meowed as if with a smile.
I forgot all my fears and ran after him. He suddenly disappeared. I again froze with fear in this ringing silence and pitch darkness mixed with fog. Called kys-kys. He jumped out in front, I followed him again. I'm about to hit you.
So I wanted to stroke this extraordinary beauty. It seemed that I would touch it now, but he again jumped over the wall of fog. Again, horror. I call kys-kys - jumps out in front and so on several times.
And for the last time he disappeared, I call and call, he does not appear and I myself feel that he is no longer there. I just started to get scared, I looked around, and I was standing in front of the first houses of our village. And no fog. And the twilight is still incomplete.
I'm running home. For some reason, I never told anyone about it later. Why?
It was spring 20xx. To get one thing off the ground, I needed to meet with a certain A. V. Rokotov. I called the office, the secretary said that Rokotov was gone, he would be there in two hours. I dressed slowly and drove off. He arrived ahead of time, and, in order to pass the time, began to look at a photo exhibition in the foyer.
Rokotov entered. Not alone. Some man, not lagging behind him, gesticulating, was explaining something to him. Looking at the stranger's feet, I listened. Strange, but he told Rokotov about my old idea, where not everything worked out yet.
They passed by. I myself do not know why, as if someone was pushing me, I came to the exit. At the last moment, I turned around, and did not believe myself …
Three years have passed. Conceived lay down on sheets of paper. History repeated itself. I called the secretary, she said that Rokotov would be there in two hours. I drove out. This time I decided to wait for A. V. near the building. Smoked. Enjoyed the spring.
Rokotov approached. In order not to waste time, I began to explain the essence of the problem to him on the go. With my peripheral vision, I noticed that someone was watching us intently from the foyer. We passed by. This someone stepped to the door.
I turned around, eyes locked. It was as if I had been doused with liquid nitrogen. It got so cold. The door closed. I was exactly like the person I saw here three years ago. Clothes, words, gestures, everything down to the smallest detail.
There was no doubt. I met myself twice …
Author: Alexander Osin
This incident happened to me when I was 20 years old. Then I also lived in a hostel. Here I wake up one night, and a black cat sits on the arm of the sofa and looks at me.
I got scared because I understand that no cat lives with me. She covered her head with a blanket. I lay there for a long time. And when it opened up, there was no longer any cat. Then I learned from literature that it was a brownie.