I will tell a wild story. I advise the nervous to scratch.

In 2003 I came on vacation from Chechnya to Belgorod. Much is related to this city for me, almost native. Upon arrival, he immediately went to the priesthood, nicknamed in the people with a tangible word - b..дки!

He returned from a beautiful woman late in the autumn night, through a sorting station. Who knows Belgorod - this station is on the Creide. He cut off the road under the automobile along the paths and saw a standing commodity and a pale, like cream, clamper crawling near the extreme wagon and wildly screaming into the rack of the machinery. So that he calls for an emergency.

My heart, heated by alcohol and a beautiful girl, did not allow me to pass by indifferently. I wondered what it was about? The clutter explained to me that they had moved someone, but he is wildly afraid of blood and can't look at anyone!

I took a lamp from him and went in the shadow of the bridge, from where a deaf stone spread. Even as I approached the figure lying on the rails, I felt a strong smell of garlic. In order for you to understand how strong the smell was, I will remind you that I myself was a subwoofer. It turned out that the drunk man decided not to wait until the cargo shuttle passed, and used under the wagon. The merchant at this moment touched, and the man’s hand was under the wheel... In short, the hand was opened just above the elbow.

I put on the burning man with his belt, and he finally turned off.

All packed in blood, I returned to the clamper, which was just moving nervously from foot to foot, and when he saw me all in the blood, began to nervously shake my eye... After smoking, we were a little silent, and then my impressive acquaintance suddenly spoke about the fact that it was not Christian, that the hand was rolling somewhere. The kids will soon go to school and can see, and the dogs can pull.

Agreeing with his arguments, I took the lamp again and, sensing the light of the slurry, walked along the rails. The crawler asked me nervously five times, “Have I found it?” I replied, “No more!”

I must say that by that time I had served in Chechnya for more than three years, with short breaks. Everything had to be seen there. Even the cynicism inherent in the workers of the morgo and the whole of the funeral sphere began to appear. In short, when by the beam of the lamp I touched the hand cut off by the merciless merchant, I grabbed her for the wrist, lifted her up, put a lamp on her and said:
I found! Here is she!

The poor man fell astray in the same moment. And I still, for a while, stood confused, waving my hand and my lamp. Emergency has arrived. A doctor and a doctor came out. With astonished eyes, they studied the whole picture, the senseless bodies of the copper and the sufferer. Morning, the feudalcher uttered an epic phrase:
Take which one of them?
Imagine what they saw... There are two bodies lying on the paths, and in the middle I have a hand and a lamp!
I had to quickly take the man to the hospital, he lost a lot of blood. By the way, then I realized that he survived and is still alive. And I remembered that story today not just so...
I have not been in Belgorod for ten years, and I decided to come for these holidays. It was under the same bridge today!