Истории на ночь от NOSFERATU - Деревня уродцев - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Of course, now it will seem like a fiction, but 30 years ago there were corners that were not touched by civilization in the Nizhny Novgorod region. I mean deaf villages, which are very difficult to reach. My mother was from one such village and in the summer often “threw me” there to my grandparents. There was no electricity in the village, water was taken from wells, and there was no question of stores. They fed that they would give land and forest. Mushrooms and berries went the whole village.

But there was one place in the forest where no one went. Immediately behind the village, on its northern side, on the highest trees, white pieces of fabrics hung. And, as far as I remember, no one has ever stepped on this perimeter. I was strictly forbidden to even approach this edge of the forest.

I once asked my grandmother what was there, but she dismissed, saying that there was an abandoned village with many old pits and wells. If I fall into one such, I will break to death.

It would be better if she did not say that. After her words, I realized that I would not calm down until I visit the abandoned village. After waiting for my grandfather and grandmother to go to the neighbors, I gathered and went to the forbidden forest.

At first I did not come across anything but trees, but then the walls of old wooden buildings appeared in the distance. A minute later I was already standing next to the nearest collapsed house. I wanted to move on, but something creaked-either the old tree, or the door of one of the houses. I was only eight, so I was very scared and ran home. Suddenly, the earth fell under me, and I fell down. I remember shouting something, but I knew that it was useless, since there was nobody around.

Suddenly someone's hands clung to my jacket and dragged upstairs. After a second, I was already standing next to the pit in which I fell, and saw my rescuers. A scream froze in my throat.

There were three of them - a man, a woman and a child. They looked like monsters from fairy tales. Scary, skewed faces, monstrously deformed bodies, covered with rags ... The woman had no hands at all, but right from her shoulders her incredible length of the likeness of her fingers grew. The man in the front and behind was on the hump, which is why he could not stand straight, and his skull was very naked. The child looked so nightmare that I don’t even know how to describe him.

All this trinity just stood and looked at me. It seems that they tried to say something, but instead of speech, hoarse sounds came from their throat. In the end, my nerves were surrendered, and I rushed away headlong away.

I will not mention what flogging I received from my grandfather that day. The next morning, I was taken to the city to my mother and said I would never bring to the village again. I fell asleep to my mother with questions whom I saw - because she grew up in those places and had to know. Mom gave up and told me that she had heard herself.

Once there was only one village-the same, abandoned. Everything in her was very common until one year women began to give birth to ugly children. They were so creepy that many did not even like people. They could not even talk. At first, the village wanted to kill them, but no one had a hand to the children, even if so terrible. Moreover, the ugly children were only in appearance, in the soul they were quite ordinary. They loved their parents and cried a lot if they looked at them with disgust. In addition, all these children managed to communicate with each other without words.

The older the children became, the more they began to be afraid of the village. As a result, residents decided that these children should live separately from them. They decided to leave them in that village, and for themselves they built a new one - the very one in which my mother was born.

Soon the old village swallowed the forest, and the children, meanwhile, grew up, gave birth to their children, old, died, but never caught the eyes of the village. Those, in turn, tried to forget about their terrible neighbors.

The village of my childhood has long collapsed. The youth left, and the old people died. Perhaps so far the descendants of those unfortunate children live in the more common forests - but I no longer know where to look for them.