My great-great-grandfather, Nikita, lived in the Irkutsk province. He had a family—his wife, Anna (my great-great-grandmother), and two children, a boy and a girl. They weren't rich, but they weren't poor either. They worked on the railroad.
One morning, Nikita woke up feeling depressed. When his wife asked him what had happened, he said, "Anya, I had a strange dream today. I was walking along the road, and suddenly three horses caught up with me. I looked, and there, in the cart, was my late father. We started talking. He asked where I was going, and then offered to go there together, since he also needed to go there. I got in the cart. My father urged the horses on, and they were very spirited and immediately galloped off very fast."
My wife became worried—such a dream could portend something bad. But it was time to get ready for work, and we forgot about the dream.
At midday, after finishing work on the railroad, they decided to take a break. They chose a spot near the river. Nikita walked to the water, scooped up some water to wash his face, and collapsed. His wife came over and leaned over him—but he was no longer breathing. Death was instantaneous...
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