Chronorally. Russia

V. Kostrykin repeatedly encountered a UFO. One of the meetings he described as follows:

According to my calculations, the next visit was to be held from 31 July to 3 August 1970. Again been drawn to the mountains is an invigorating, attractive force. Again I went via the old route to their home near the village of Customart, July 31, 1970.

The evening was already in place. Got comfortable and waited. About 22 o'clock in the morning again
it's exactly the same as in the summer of 1968. This time not run away, but was scared. Thought, and will not take me this time and not Uwe zoot somewhere far, far away? Torpor was not. Clearly heard the Arabic language, addressed to me.

Knowledge in Arabic language I have negligible. That it was precisely the Arabic language was convinced by some words, for example, "Marhaba" — Hello. And also because it followed real, beautiful, viscous muezzin singing with all the intervals.

The singing continued while slowly approaching the next challenge, the next. Disc machine was empty, no one seemed to have met. But They were called by the name of Kostrikin.

Pilots were not. Inside is light. Was heard muffled, charming music. Disk the machine hung at the "belly" and to enter it was not difficult. Left at the entrance of their gear, went over the ship. Anyone.

Immediately noticed the entrance to a nearby and the same light section. As soon as I'm about to azals at the entrance, then on the right side, so to speak, from the side of the doorway, heard an imperious female voice: "There is nobody".

It was only once heard a voice clearly belonging to a member of the crew — woman.

I was not myself. Involuntarily earthly reason to think about the trap. To be an inmate in t a com
perfect apparatus, among the invisible, over which even time had no mastery, I was creepy.

Turned back. Saw the open book. She was lying on the table, attracting the attention of. The signs were columns and reminded about our verbatim. Pages are thumbed. Began to compare the images
me with the famous objects, animals. There is a reception to remember. To remember everything was
impossible. The Annex contains 12 images, to some extent, the accuracy of the remembered-
because of their simplicity. Nearby lay a strange detailed maps of the sky.

All the details are impossible to reproduce. Part details stuck in the memory, probably because of the flights.

At this time there is a failure in memory. With these cards in a memory associated: round, aluminum basin, the ship, somehow, in smooth water. Where was it?

Some points to remember clearly, others very clearly. Exclusively distinctly felt, being watched, watching, but saw no one. Somehow, their originality caught
memory sign, called me "Pouch".

I asked, pointing:

— Be helpful. What oznachayet sign?

— INHABITED AREA OF THE UNIVERSE.

Woke up again at Korkinskom plateau on plateau Zarevich ghosts. It was August 2, he learned when
home. Passed 3 0 (thirty) hours of the date of the meeting. My watch was, and it was 10
hours. They are out of order. The same as two years ago. And again, was damp, probably from dew.

It's been three days. The condition was painful, I didn't want anyone to see the conversations between people on everyday topics was catching its own criticism. And then I caught myself on the fact that my mind shies away from employment and begins to wander over the sharp points of days gone by. Tried
to correlate events, make analysis. I felt kind of incompleteness of incredible events.

At noon on 5 August 1970 took out his flask, and laid on the table sandwiches. These days there are not hungry, especially at nought the meat and even the smell of fried. That day was in his working
room alone. Our Department is housed on the 4th floor in the center of the city.

Was just about to start the meal, we heard the calls of the muezzin. Even forgot about the beginning of the second meeting,
four days ago, when all started with the singing of the muezzin. And maybe that was not Arabic
language, and even more ancient? I do not know. Initially thought that the youth has been caught on tape and pampered.

But the sounds came not from the yard. And only then remembered Customart and found the source of the sound, covering his ears.
It came from above. Through a small interval came the great music in modern rhythms, a melody heard from THEM on the ship. This is perfection.

A young male voice began to sing a song in Russian. Until I realized that the Message is addressed to me, the beginning was already executed, and the singing continued. In that moment, I was at the next table, grabbed a sheet and began to paper to write text. Began to write not from the point when he felt a pen and paper.

I don't have time to record and then said, "Excuse me, please repeat".

Instantly, without interruption of the melody was made the jump to the place where I was staying. And this was repeated three times.

August 1989. Again checked the text. When will be the next meeting?

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