The book of happiness this story told a person close to me, passionate about mysticism, but not risking to appear as the author.

 Although, I will note the amazing maneru of her speech and unique intonations, which if not create an ominous halo, but the atmosphere is exceeded. There is no reason to believe in the described case personally I do not have. The events took place relatively recently, in the mid-90s., In one of the former Soviet republics. I am always confused in the degrees of kinship, so imagine the main heroine, Valery or Lero, like a story of the storytellers. You know, we all, regardless of the warehouse of character and worldviews, keep with you "happy" things. Attributes that are trusted, as reliable overamanesses for good luck or from the bad effects of outsiders. You can call them in your own way if they carry individuality imprint. And some symbols and protective artifacts are so tightly included in our lives and are so popular, which merged with common traditions and lost primary importance and importance. However, having met Lero now, it can be surprised that she carries a Bible with him as "protection". Did it make you smile? But she is not before smiles. An ordinary woman, at that time in thirty years. Like everything, was not ready for the shock of the post-Soviet time; Like everything, I tried to think of something and somehow arrange your life. In personal plan, the prospects were foggy, if not to say - hopeless. And, although in the rest, everything quickly improved, she lived lonely, immersed in their affairs and care for close relatives. Men paid attention to Leru, but they were lingering for a while. Of course, she showed all possible zeal and initiative. But there was no sense. She even advised to go to the fortune tellers and see, and suddenly it was the "crown of celibacy", or "eye of bad". Yes, only Valeria was a woman with a devout and feast of all magic and witchcraft. Who knows, maybe not in vain. There was no fanaticism in it, but I did not want to know the world outside the usual framework. At that time, she settled in one law office, an assistant to the Consultant for Criminal Affairs. The work is troublesome, but, given the reigning chaos and disorder in the laws of the republic, quite profitable. One inconvenience, their firm periodically represented lawyers as a guaranteed state defender. For Lera, such an obligation did not bring special profits, but time and strength spent. Once they turned to them a woman of fifty years, maybe more, and maybe less. You know that if Asian traits are dominated, then from a certain age, only a passport can install something reliably. Immediately and without the bias, turning to the essence of your question, the stranger literally clung to Lera. "You can help my son," it sounded, as a statement, not tolerant objections, is in prison, it will be judged. "Please tell everything from the very beginning," Lera involuntarily moved away from a strange, smashed into the dirty rags aunt, like a gypsy, or on Yahudi. - Son arrested and want to judge, I was told that you would protect him! - Yes, indeed, today I received a request for a lawyer. Guest was jumped, but continued. - I want to ask you, please do your job well! - On the last word was a special pressure. - We will do our best to ... - Understand, I have no one, except son! I thank you, we have a little money, but there is one expensive thing. - Oh, that you, in fact, we will protect, as it should be, we will do everything that will be in our power. "If you are free to you, then our gift will help you," the woman looked intently in the eye of Lera, it was so insightful that the lawyer even shuddered. She felt mixed feelings of distrust and interest. Valeria agreed. This culisurity of the client woke curiosity in it, would have to work in any case. But now the intrigue appeared. Lera adequately and with diligence performed his part of the persuasion. Proving the guilt of the prosecutor did not work. The accused was justified and released in the courthouse. And the next day, Lere brought the promised gift. An ordinary small book in a homemade cardboard cover, with text scored on a circuit breeder, classic samizdat. This form often transmitted not to the vessels not allowed to print the works of foreign authors. The content of the book also did not cause suspicion. It was a story or a story, absolutely neutral retelling without title and pointers. The plot of the text Valeria could not remember or did not want. But it assured that the book did not scare her. She even managed to be disappointed in their award. If it were not for the words of the same mistress. - This book will fulfill your desire. Just read it to the end. And think about what you want. On this, they agrees. More strange client was not declared. For some time the book lay in the house on the desk. Valeria managed to forget about her. But in one of the evenings, the clock before the departure to sleep, remembered an unusual gift. This is not a sin, just read and dream about your own happiness. Woman needs so little - so that the man who loved her next was near. And where love, there and other friendships. Lera began to read. What is surprising, but the words from the book were not held in memory. I had to leave a bookmark, since the numbering of pages was simply absent. The effect of action was felt at the beginning through the change of perception of his own thoughts. I went a kind of internal dialogue, where it began to draw quite certain images on her abstract request. "A man ... and what a man? Beautiful, smart ... brunette, high? Yes, probably. Strong? Yes, of course. " It fascinated. Манило. Reading has become a mandatory ritual. However, a new surprise has threw the reality further. Valeria felt presence. A clear and absolutely clear feeling that there is an outsider in the apartment besides her. The smell of male cologne, the sound of steps, creaking chairs in the kitchen. And the further, the more clearly. Night sleep has become anxious. General concern grew. A mental image has become similar to the photo: a tall, state man, with brown eyes, brunette with a predatory profile. His beauty fascinated, but the hypnotic force that makes the fear of those who did not succumb to her. Of course, beauty is a terrible force, but not as much! Anxiety intensified as pages reading. Lera noted that as if Walking took the book in his hands and continued to read, even if the day before, it was decided to stop this strange game of imagination. It remained quite a bit, literally a pair of leaflets when the steps were ranked in the night silence. Valeria was sitting at the table, back to the door, but did not hurry to turn around. She simply focused on strange sound in the corridor. Is it possible, maybe it's a thief? But the steps were calm, confident. The door creaks and opened. Whoever was, but he did not dare to enter. Lera lowered his eyes and read a few more lines. The steps were heard again. An unexpected guest stepped over the threshold and froze. The woman felt the overwhelming will of horror, but continued to read, and again the steps and noisy breathing were heard, as if the breathtaking beast was drunk behind. Valeria stopped and slowly turned back. In the room, literally at one and a half meters from her, a man stood. The lights from the desk lamp were not enough, although it was enough to find out in a stranger his intrusive fantasy. High and beautiful, he looked unnatural or even inanimate, like a doll or a strange masquerade suit, which is capable of performing the simplest mechanical movements. He looked around and looked around the room, but did not approach. A sudden guess flashed in the head of the fright to death: "He does not see me! He is looking for, but can not find! Why? " - read! - The voice barely reminded the human, so unpleasant, broken and creaky. - Read more! Something who took the appearance of a handsome man could not hide their unnatural essence. It was seen that the evil and indignation literally crowned a sinister visit. But the most terrible thing is that the Ler has a crazy desire to read the last lines. Hypnotic thrust or witchcraft, you can read the way you are comfortable. It does not change anything. Resistance was not easy for her. She was frightened that, if he moved, he would definitely give himself, and began to pray. Whispering, turning over the simplest words that come to mind in a similar situation. At the same moment, the guest left the room, his outlines blurred, turning the expressive figure into the shadow. The stupor loose, and Lera, having shuting the damned book, ran up to the bedside table, where the Bible kept the Bible among others. She focused on the sacred text and began to read. All night, she did not close the eyes, while the apartment was incentive, something bored, rumbled and drowned, as if the invisible tenant started moving. When the morning dispelled the last traces of a restless burden, Lera quickly wrapped the book into the old newspapers and carried to the backyard, where he decided to burn her. But the forces did not have enough forces, the hands were descended by themselves, Gasley Matchki. The returning of the dark forces was afraid, Valeria decided to leave the book in the district library and imperceptibly threw it on one of the top shelves in the periodicals section. There was dusty and empty, the book as if dissolved in this junk of useless waste. Why did she not throw it into a landfill or did not destroy? Most likely due to fear. Since it is strangely not perceived, Valeria is carrying a Bible everywhere, a new edition, not so heavy, like what helped her to scare the evil. Such a faith and protection.