Communication with a guardian angel. Ъbzbdpyuosche y nyufyueulye yufptyy chufteyub u bozempn-itboyfemen

On November 21, the Church celebrates the Council of the Archangel Michael and other ethereal Heavenly Powers. We decided to ask our shepherds what the role of angels is in our lives, and do they know any specific examples of the help of angels?

Maybe that time it was the angel who saved me from falling?

Priest Valery Dukhanin:

– Angels are disembodied spirits, invisible to our eyes, and therefore their help is often invisible. Dark thoughts and evil desires washed over you, and then suddenly, as if a light shone in your soul - the Guardian Angel saved you from sliding into the abyss. Of course, it can be difficult to understand whether a person himself has changed for the better, or whether he was inspired by angels. But sometimes more obvious help is provided.

There was only one incident in my life - in my early childhood years, long before Baptism. The family was an unbeliever, an ordinary Soviet family. Nobody said anything about God and the spiritual world. That is, everything religious somehow passed us by. That’s why I couldn’t understand what happened then, and I didn’t give any assessment to it. Actually, there was no large-scale miracle.

In our two-room “Khrushchev” apartment in Orenburg there was a desk. He stood against the wall, closer to the window. Above the table, the parents attached a tear-off calendar to the wall. I was about five years old. I didn’t know how to read, but I already knew that every day a piece of paper was torn off the calendar, and I hurried to do it.

A small child had to go a certain way to get to the calendar. That is, first climb onto a chair. From the chair to the desk. There I stood up to my full height, took a few steps, and then a calendar appeared in front of my face, which I carefully examined, and then performed what seemed to me a significant action - I tore off a piece of paper. But one fine day, having climbed onto the table and taken a couple of steps along the edge, I turned to the wall and suddenly decided to look back. I stood on the edge, and when I looked back and down, I felt dizzy. I was small, but the table was big. I staggered, even twitched and closed my eyes. That's when the inexplicable happened.

Actually, there were no images, visions or bodily sensations. But it was as if someone very warmly, with affectionate care, took me into his arms and gently sat me down on the floor. I repeat that there was no actual sensation of someone’s hands, or anything physical at all. At the same time, a peaceful, quiet, joyful feeling arose inside, there was not the slightest fear, as if someone had shown their kind, loving protection.

Vincent Van Gogh. “Half-figure of an angel” (based on an original by Rembrandt), 1889

As children, we all stumble and fall. What happened at that moment turned out to be a stark contrast. Only many years later, when I was baptized, the same feeling was repeated in my heart - as we would say now, the feeling of God’s grace. What I remember most of all was this feeling in my heart. And I really wanted this to happen again.

How did I react to what happened at that moment? First of all, I was at a loss as to what it was. Secondly, I wanted it to happen again. And I, being a child, didn’t come up with anything else, but tried to imitate it: I climbed onto the chair again, from it onto the table, took two steps along the edge, turned around and looked back and down - this time I didn’t feel fear, but no one felt wonderful about me. I didn’t pick it up any more. Then I quickly went down myself and sat down in the same place to reproduce the former. But even my careful attempts could not repeat that gentleness and that heartfelt feeling that had been experienced before.

Having already received Baptism and visiting the temple, I began to think: maybe that time it was the angel who saved me from falling? Why, why? Don't know. Moreover, the height of the table would not cause any special physical injuries, but only severe fear. But throughout the rest of my life, already baptized, I fall every now and then. Either physically or spiritually. And I don’t observe any similar miracles.

Or maybe the whole point of what happened is that even when we grow up in an unbelieving family, when we ourselves know nothing about God and have not yet been granted the sacraments, then even then God, the spiritual world and angels are present next to us. We are given evidence that there is something higher that cares about us, and this helps us subsequently understand that we have no reason to be discouraged.

An angel in a painting by the French artist Gabriel Ferrier, late 19th – early 20th century.

One of my friends told how his neighbor Nina, with whom he visited the temple together, became very ill. Doctors discharged her from the hospital as hopeless. But she was very prayerful and continued to turn to the Lord. At some point, very briefly, she saw an angel above her. This brought joy to her heart, and from that moment she began to recover. She lived another ten years.

More. A woman I know who studied at the Higher Theological Courses, Nadezhda, told how, on the eve of her 33rd birthday (this was in 1986), she ended up in the hospital on the operating table. During the operation, she saw her body from above and the doctors, who were talking worriedly. Then she saw angels - bright, incorporeal, light - they lifted her up, so that she herself experienced lightness. The angels said: “To us, to us.”

As Nadezhda says, she heard heavenly music, saw amazing beauty, and was overcome with such joy that she completely wanted to stay there. And she had children - the eldest son was six years old, and the youngest was four. But she was ready to part with them, believing that everything would be fine with them.

Paul Gustave Doré, engraving, 19th century

And only her father, who came to her, stopped her: “Nadezhda, it’s still too early for you, you have small children.” After this, the angels began to move away, the heavenly singing died down, she woke up in the ward and decided for herself that she would go to church every Sunday.

By the way, the doctor asked Nadezhda twice if she saw anything during the operation, but she answered that she did not, because she was afraid that she would be taken to a mental hospital. And I actually started going to church every Sunday. Thus, angelic participation was revealed during clinical death.

But in general, of course, I would like to conclude with a warning:

Don’t specifically look for miracles.

Angelic help is extremely rare. There is a great danger for us to fall into delusion. So let the help of angels continue to be mostly invisible, and we will try to pray to them from the very heart to protect us from sin. These are the truths that should be the subject of our constant reflection

Archpriest Vladimir Sedov:

– The word “angel” means messenger. Angels bring us messages from God. The most important message is the Good News, in Greek the Gospel. The good news is that Christ the Savior, who is also called an Angel, is coming to us on earth from Heaven. Great Council Angel. God knew and knows in advance everything that happened and will happen to us, all our falls into sin, and at the Eternal Council it was decided that the Lord Himself would come to save man - His beloved creation. And in order to prepare people for the coming of the Savior, another Angel is sent before Him - Saint John the Baptist, the Angel of the Desert, the preacher of repentance. These are the most important truths of our salvation (and how can we not mention the “chief”, that is, the beginning of our salvation - the Annunciation of the Archangel Gabriel to the Most Holy Theotokos?).

These truths should be the subject of our constant reflection, the content of our spiritual life. Why do we always want to hear how an angel with wings appeared to someone? From lack of faith and idle curiosity. In addition, due to the Fall, we became closer to the fallen angels - demons, spirits of self-will and pride.

“Six-winged seraphim (Azrael)” M.A. Vrubel, 1904

We want to see angels in order to think about ourselves that we, if not saints, are at least on the right path; and which way is correct? They say that the one who sees his sins is higher than the one who sees the angels. After all, even an angel appeared to Valaam’s donkey, but this was not her merit. The Holy Fathers advise to “keep your mind in hell,” but not to despair, hoping for God’s mercy. This is the right way. The more we are forgiven, the more we love, and love for God is our main goal.

How to find out the will of God in private matters? They say that a wise man can learn from a fool, but a fool cannot learn anything from a hundred wise men. The Lord promised us His presence with us until the end of the age. In the midst of two or three, in the Church and its sacraments, in each of our neighbors, who is the image of God and can proclaim His will to us, if only we are ready to accept it. But our neighbor can make mistakes, so how do we know whether to accept his advice? And if we see an angel in a dream or in reality, how can we know whether it is a spirit of evil that has taken on “the appearance of an angel of light” (2 Cor. 11:14-15)? How not to fall into delusion?

We should accept a message or advice not by its packaging, but by its content. What leads us to repentance and self-condemnation comes from God. That which inclines one to narcissism and pride is from the evil one.

Angels rule the universe, give good advice, strengthen us to do good deeds, protect us from evil spirits, and all this is mostly imperceptible to us. We will see this component of our life in the next world when all this is revealed. There are, of course, such cases in modern life, but for the most part their witnesses, the true servants of God, in their humility hide them.

Artist Vladimir Lyubarov “Guardian Angel”, modern painting

But this is what happened in our time in one of the monasteries.

The young novice was tasked with bringing donated cement to the monastery, which had to be loaded into bags. The work was very dusty and dirty, and he was not given any tools at hand. Having grumbled in his soul, he turned to leave, and at that time he saw that in his place the Savior was loading cement. He immediately returned and with great sweetness in his heart completed all the work, losing all concept of time.

Angels have never appeared to me myself, but there was one interesting case. Once I had such troubles at my parish that I was stunned. I got into the elevator at my entrance, and a girl about 7-8 years old came in next. The elevator moved, and suddenly she began to sing: “How brightly the sun shines after the storm...”. I got off on my floor, and she went higher. Was it an angel, or was she just walking home from music school?

Holy Archangel Michael of God with all the Heavenly Powers, pray to God for us!

Angels guide us to repentance

Archpriest Vyacheslav Davidenko:

– Personally, in my life and in the lives of my loved ones and acquaintances, there were no cases of visible help from angels. However, I am sure that they are constantly not only present nearby, but also protect us and guide us to repentance.

A very edifying incident is from the life of a holy ascetic who saw an angel of his church during the service of the liturgy. One day a priest he knew came to him and told him that he was making a mistake in his ministry. He was embarrassed and at the next service he asked the angel if his friend was right. The angel said that his friend's remark was fair and true. Then the ascetic asked the angel why he had not given him the proper reprimand all this time? To which the angel replied that he was not sent to teach and correct him, this should be done by people just like him.

I would like to draw the reader’s attention to the fact that each of us can be an angel—God’s messenger—to our neighbor. In search of supernatural miracles and phenomena, we forget about what is more important - love for God and neighbor.

Angels in modern painting, artist Anatoly Kontsub

Again, when the rich man in hell asked Abraham to send Lazarus to his brothers and warn them of the coming torment, Abraham replied that they would not listen to the one raised from the dead if they did not listen to Moses and the prophets (cf. Luke 16:19-31) . In other words, if we do not live according to what is written in the Gospel, then we will not listen to the angels who appear to us miraculously.

Without our Guardian Angel we cannot defeat demons

Priest Lev Arshakyan, confessor“House of the Deaf-Blind” in Puchkovo:

- The invisible world, which we cannot see with ordinary vision, exists. And all the most important events take place there. And often we think that we are sighted and so smart, but we break our foreheads, seemingly seeing everything and understanding everything. How often it turns out that all our logical reasoning and actions lead to what is succinctly expressed by the famous phrase - “we wanted the best, but it turned out as always”... Because we do not understand the features of the invisible world in which angels live. It is very important to know that this world exists, so it is important to be in contact with it through your Guardian Angel.

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Many Orthodox Christians can tell how their Guardian Angel saved them from a dangerous step, saved them when danger threatened, protected them in a difficult situation, and told them how to do the right thing. His voice is sometimes heard as real as the voices of those who are close to us. But even when he seems to be “silent,” but we unexpectedly act differently than we intended, contradicting our desires, he, our assistant and protector, guides us, the Guardian Angel. Here are some stories about this.

Story one. "I am your father…"

I was baptized late, at 15 years old. This happened at the urgent request of the mother. Then I was an unbeliever. After baptism, things began to happen to me that I could not explain from a physical point of view... I remember at the age of 19 I was standing at a bus stop. There were about ten people around, shifting from foot to foot, waiting for the bus. Suddenly, 200 meters away from me, I see a car flying at high speed. A voice sounded in my head: “Move away, otherwise she will run into you!” Moreover, this voice had such power that it was very difficult to resist it. And I jumped ten meters deep into the sidewalk. The car accelerated onto the sidewalk exactly at the place where I was standing five minutes ago. The hood opened with a clang, and a heavy rectangular box fell at my feet. Battery or something like that. That’s when I crossed myself with feeling for the first time in my life.

The explanation for all this came much later.

Another incident when my Guardian Angel reminded me of himself occurred after my first attempts to become a church member.

I once went to buy bread, taking my mother’s old bag. I look: an elderly, unremarkable man is walking towards me. And suddenly the same clear inner voice in my head again: “Look, this is your father!” (By the way, I had a long-standing childhood resentment against my father: “Everyone has it, but I don’t! Why did he leave me?!”) Against this background, the inner voice was so shocking that I immediately turned sharply in his direction , not understanding why on earth this rumpled, uninteresting guy should be my father. And she turned around again. I look: he is running towards me and waving his hand: stop, stop! Out of curiosity, I stopped. He runs up and says:

I am your father.

“I know,” I answer him.

You can't know me. You were one year old when your mother and I separated. I recognized you by your bag. Your mother wore it when she was pregnant...

How many times as a child did I imagine this meeting. How I will express to him all the resentment that has accumulated over many years. And then... I couldn’t say anything. Everything disappeared somewhere at the sight of a stranger looking away...

It was a different matter. The state of quiet spiritual joy, in which I was almost constantly then, was immediately replaced by a storm of condemnation and anger. I told this to my sisters in Christ and instead of sympathetic oohs and aahs I heard an imperturbable answer:

- That's how it should be. You began to pray for your parents, even through the stump of the deck, but still remember your father in the morning rule. So your Guardian Angel showed you the person for whom you are praying. And your condemnation is also understandable. This is just proof that your soul is still covered with layers of sin. You will still have to work on yourself to learn to forgive your debtors. Otherwise, there is no point in reading “Our Father.”

The second story. “Ask for forgiveness!”

Badri says:

– My father died during the Patriotic War. I was very worried about the poor situation I was in, and decided to become a pickpocket. Once I was riding on a tram and decided to open one gap for myself. And he was about to take out his wallet, if not for one priest. He sat and did not take his eyes off me. I waited for him to turn away, but he continued to stare at me. In the end he took my hand and we got off together at the bus stop.

When we were alone, he put a paper bill in my hand, crossed me and said: “May your Guardian Angel not leave you.” “What other Guardian Angel?!” – I shouted, pulled out my hand, hit the priest on the ankle with all my strength and ran away.

Returning home, I felt sick. Then he lay unconscious for three days with a high fever.

All this time, a boy dressed in white did not leave my side. He put his cool hand on my hot forehead and I felt relieved

All this time, a boy dressed in white did not leave my side. He put his cool hand on my hot forehead, and I felt relief.

I asked: “Don’t leave me.” - “How can I leave you? I am your Guardian Angel. And then I will be with you when others leave you. But if I protect you, you must help me too.”

After I recovered and started going to school again, I returned to the place where we “broke up” and began asking people. After a long search, I finally found that priest. He recognized me immediately.

“My Guardian Angel sent me to you to ask for forgiveness,” I said, looking away.

Maybe I would not have decided to tell this old story now if not for one recent incident.

I was already in my sixties when I had an accident - my car fell into a gorge and lay unconscious in intensive care for several days. Surprisingly, but true: all this time I saw next to me that same luminous boy who had not changed at all for so many years...

Story three. Rescue from terrorist attack

2004, August 31. This day is the patronal feast day of our church of the holy martyrs Florus and Laurus. I was at work in the morning, then got ready to go on the road.

And so I’m going to Sebezh to my friend’s dacha to work while they leave. I bought tickets for the Moscow-Riga train (Sebezh is a border town). I arrived at the Rizhskaya station long before the train. It's early to the station. I'm thinking of going right, to the Krestovsky shopping center. The thought arises: “Danger: terrorist attack.” I’m surprised at the unexpectedness of the thought, since I was thinking about something completely different. But I turn left, go into Rostix, get some ice cream... Then it boomed. Then she moved like a well-oiled computer: she had to quickly get to the station before traffic was blocked, and so on. I looked back: above the place where I was going first, there was a tall black pillar... A terribly vile impression... Then more than 10 people died.

I thought later why I ended up in a dangerous situation in the first place. Namely: did I mess something up by making the wrong decision? Then everything coincided: the trip turned out to be unsuccessful and unnecessary, I had to quickly return, and it turned out that I was needed at home...

Margarita
(Moscow)

Story four. "Don't touch your wife!"

I prayed: “Lord! After all, I have to fast, but I can’t fast...” The Lord sent an angel to my husband!

This was also a long time ago, 20 years ago, maybe more. My husband and I got married, and then we got married. And I remember that it was Lent. And then I became sad. My husband married me, but remained a Lutheran. And the post was incomprehensible to him. Neither physical nor spiritual. Then I prayed: “Lord! What should I do? After all, I have to fast, but I can’t fast...” The Lord sent an angel to my husband! That's how it was. Unfortunately, I no longer remember the details; then I should have written everything down in detail. Now I regret not doing this. But what happened is very remarkable.

The husband then slept alone on the second floor due to renovations on the first floor. In the morning he comes running with bulging eyes and tells me. An angel came to him at night, as he later understood. At first, my husband thought, half asleep, that it was I who had come to him, because the angel’s voice was subtle, like a woman’s. Then I realized that it was not my wife. The angel asked if my husband believed in God. To which my husband allegedly replied that it’s not really true…. They discussed something else, I don’t remember. But I remember well how the angel strictly ordered the husband not to touch his wife for another 40 days because he had broken the fast three times. My husband was quite scared, and I also felt somehow uneasy. I told everything to two priests, who took the angel’s ban very seriously and advised me to fulfill the ban.

I don’t believe in supernatural beings, their existence is equal to the existence of kappas or lamias... and I would be more happy to meet them than Christian creatures.

Okay, I’ll tell you my cases from life, what I remember.

1) I am not a geographic cretinist; in any case, in childhood I was well oriented in space. But I can’t remember the names and numbers. That is, if you throw me out somewhere, I will get out and get where I need to go, but I won’t be able to tell you the street or how to get there, even though I can get there myself without any problems.

Since I am well oriented and like to walk, I often go for walks. But even I had to wander and be mistaken, especially if the walk was for a very long period and in a completely unknown area and I begin to “shorten the road” in different directions without thinking in advance.

The first time I got lost was when I was 7 years old; we had recently moved to a new city and my cousin and I went to a new school (of course, alone, he knew the way). At first we walked along one road, and from school along another. Of course, he abandoned me in the middle of the street, in the middle of an unknown city. I was a little nervous, I just walked approximately in the right direction, it took enough time to get out and I finally found a way out into the courtyards of the house. Not at all, but I had a good walk and saw a lot of interesting places)))

Which I remember that I was just wandering. I decided to go to the forest with my dog; it was half an hour’s walk from home. Of course I wasn’t there, but it was interesting. Let's go for a walk, let the dog off the leash. I’m walking along the path, I hear people ahead, if there’s food or something else, I can’t put the dog on a leash and hold it, I was 12-13 years old, but most importantly I didn’t want to see anyone. I left the path and decided to make a circle, walked through the thicket..... we met a viper, it hissed not contentedly and crawled into a puddle. The place there is very swampy. We went further, there was another viper, a huge one, we had to go around just in case, and then I found out that it was in the bushes when the dog started barking and a huge head appeared from the bushes... let's move on... we should have already gone out on the route, and I several times cutting in different directions. Plus, I was afraid that since I didn’t know the road well, I might veer to the side, that is, I wouldn’t walk exactly straight. On the way further, the swamp overflowed heavily, then more ravines.... in short, I was already tired. It's starting to get dark. I’m leaving...... some village, unknown to me, a temple and such a quiet.... well, I think I’m out(((I’m going back to the forest, trying to understand how many times I turned in which direction and where I have to go out. And after about 20 minutes I still go out to the familiar area where I was, only I have to go around the swamp again. But we had a good walk, we really chased snakes and vipers, we didn’t let them go down into the sun, which they weren’t very happy with and seemed to swear on us))) I left somewhere around 11 o’clock in the afternoon, I came home by midnight, maybe also around eleven.

I never caused a panic and sometimes only asked people roughly something in such cases, mostly myself.

2) but here are some really lucky cases:

I won't take it into account. several times that I was almost hit by cars, several times I almost drowned and a couple of times when I took pickpockets by the hand. Recently I fell out of a bus while it was moving))) it probably looked very funny from the outside, I don’t know, but I laughed. E

case of pure luck:

I am 6 years old, I am walking around the yard, the territory of private houses. There are no children, the rain is slushy. At the other end of the street there is a girl (maybe a year older), I decide to go up to her, I haven’t seen her before. I cross the road, say hello, and then a healthy German shepherd runs out of her yard and attacks me. The girl screams, but she can’t help and doesn’t know what to do. A few minutes of struggle. the dog grabbed the umbrella.... for some reason I was most afraid that something would happen to the umbrella and I would get punished for it. I end up fainting. I came to my senses already at home, shabby, but nothing serious, except that my jacket and umbrella took a beating... then my father bought a puppy so that I could get used to it, but I was too afraid... then this will help and the German shepherd will become my favorite breed.

I am 9 years old, my siblings and I are alone in the apartment. Call. I go up to the door, who is there, a strange female voice, not familiar - “mom”. We always had one front door closed, but I immediately closed the second one. She got scared, turned everything off and told her siblings not to make noise, I’m listening... the woman stood there and left. A week later, the call again, “Who?” a man's drunken, unfamiliar rough voice "mom". I immediately remember the previous incident, and I get even more scared. I close the second door, run into the rooms, take my siblings and put them under the bed (I don’t know why, I was scared) at this time several more calls and a knock on the door.... I’m thinking whether I should hide too or not. If he breaks in, how to scream for help? We are on the first floor - but I cannot physically open the bars and windows. The only place to hide is under the bed, I hide there and if they find me, they find my siblings...... I'm in a panic...... I can barely breathe, I'm sitting on the sofa and I'm all ears. The guy rang again, hit the door and left. No one told me anything about this, I’ve probably always been an alarmist. True, in a month I will find out how my ex was shot. a friend, the same age, because she opened the door to a stranger, then the whole city was buzzing, and the teachers sharply began to tell us that we should not open the door to strangers.

In general, there are some roads in life, constantly changing cities, the strangeness and cruelty of the world around. I was walking along roads that I had never seen before (this is how I relax, there is no one waiting at home and there is nothing there, but here on the street you can walk, look into the windows of houses and imagine cozy apartments and families there) I could go into an abandoned building, to leave a crowded place, I had to make my way through gypsy apartments several times, I could always get in, and I understood this. Nearby, someone was constantly unlucky. And I was walking, just avoiding unnecessary things, suspicious things, going around the tenth road, being timid, I was just afraid of people most of all in childhood.

I was very lucky with my Andrey, otherwise I wouldn’t have made it out in due time.

and I don’t remember anymore for now... except for little things, then a huge mirror will fall, then they will drill into my arm with a drill, then a metal rod will stick into my leg, and then the wound will begin to fester, but these are small things.

I discovered some interesting stories. I present them to your attention.
Nora

On the astral plane, Angels look like a white cloud above their heads, or somewhere to the side. Angels do not have a material body, and therefore cannot get sick. I have 3 Angels, but only one is always with me, the other two fly about their business, they have many responsibilities. They all gather together in case of the slightest danger. I love them very much. They saved my life many times.
They not only help me, but everyone, people just think that this is a happy accident, or just luck, or something else.

For example, just recently I got into the car, turned on the ignition, and suddenly the right window opened (there were no such cases before, and everything was ok with the electronics in the car). I had to back out of the parking lot, so I put the car in reverse and set off. And suddenly I hear with horror that someone squeaks from behind, I look at the brakes, and there are two children of 4-5 years old who decided to walk behind the car, and if the Angels had not opened the window for me, it’s scary to imagine what could have happened.
And when I got into the car, there wasn’t a soul within a radius of 50 meters.

Two stories about September 11

I have several friends who witnessed September 11th in America at the Trade Center. They returned and told interesting things.
A man renowned for his punctuality overslept. And he didn’t come to sign the contract with the Japanese. The Japanese waited 15 minutes and left. They were very offended. The employees (since there was no boss) ran off to do their own thing, and 0.5 hours later a plane crashed 2 floors higher. And if I hadn’t overslept, I would have just signed a contract with the Japanese. Everyone remained unharmed. The Japanese called him in the evening, and the next day they signed a contract in some restaurant. The Japanese believe in fate, and declared their gratitude to him for saving them.

And one more took the day off and decided to have fun with his mistress (in America). His wife watches TV in a panic (in Russia) and calls him. He calmly replies, “I’m at work, dear, I’m having negotiations, you’re disturbing me. She told him - look out the window! Your building has already collapsed, and you’re telling me that you’re signing a contract!” She, of course, was very indignant.
They barely calmed her down. But most importantly, this man couldn't read the signs. The first time I went to America, I missed the plane (the plane fell into the ocean). The second time was September 11th. An angel guarded him. He decided to leave for America forever. I sold everything and was left with an empty apartment. We were waiting for buyers for the apartment. The bandits have arrived. He has about 40, she has 27 stab wounds. On our anniversary, we asked ourselves a question - what if he had not decided to move to America for permanent residence? Or he simply tested his angel all the time, and he no longer had enough strength.

Around 1970 or 1972 I had an incident when I remember that it became scary again.
I was either 14 or 16. I was on vacation in Sochi. The plane was delayed for 2 days. We are sitting at the airport, it is hot. And suddenly they announce that there are tickets for a night flight, and you can exchange tickets. Of course, I quickly made a fuss, especially since there weren’t many people willing to fly at night. The plane arrived at 4 in the morning, and there was no way you could get out of the airport before 6. Only by taxi for VERY BIG money. And in those days, people left the resort with just enough to get home.
I take 2 steps away from the ticket office, and suddenly they announce that there are seats on the plane that is NOW flying to Moscow. And a thought or a voice (male) appears in my head: " Better go to the beach and lie around for an extra day". Within a minute, while I was thinking, a queue formed, they pushed me away. And the one who pushed me away took the last ticket. Everyone else wandered to the beach.
As soon as we got settled in, spread out the cards, the plane took off. We looked at him longingly. In 2 hours they will be home. And here the plane falls into the sea before our eyes. No one was saved. And what was that? Lucky case? I believe more in the Guardian Angel.