This story occurred in Makhachkala. The girl who told her asked me not to mention my name. The story was published in the book "The Twentieth Century of the Chronicle of the inexplicable: The Phenomenon Behind the Phenomenon", published in the 1990s.
On August 19, 1990, at about six o'clock in the evening, I decided to go to my cousin's house. I managed to find her at home, and I persuaded my sister to walk along with me a little bit along the streets.
We go, walk. We reached the stadium. We stopped. On the street at that moment, there was no one. And suddenly he grew up in front of us, taking on an unclear origin, a man of absolutely impossible shape!
He was a giant growth, about three meters, if not higher. Dressed in a black suit. On the legs - shoes made of dense fabric, not leather. The neck is thick, big, strong. The skin on his face is a dark color, all strewn with strange pimples that looked as if glued to her. Each pimple was very sharp. Around the eyes - white circles.
Bending on one side, the giant rested on a stick.
My sister and I were frightened to see him, and wanted to escape, but then he called to us. As hypnotized, we slowly approached him closer.
He straightened up, and he no longer needed the stick. She fell to the ground.
The giant's hands were abnormal in length. They hung down along the body below the knees. The stranger looked very old-his face was wrinkled, senile, but the hair on his head did not have a single gray hair, his teeth were white and even, like those of young people.
The tall old man spoke, for some reason in a whisper. He spoke in Kumyk. I know this language weakly, but my sister is talking fluently on it.
Then, when we broke up with the old man, my sister told me in Russian those places from his speeches, which I did not understand.
And the essence of the speeches boiled down to the following:
"I flew from another planet," the old man said. "I have a son on that planet who is now fifteen years old and who is taller than me." Girls, come closer to me. I want to touch you, touch you. I told anyone, immediately come closer!
"Not for anything," my sister snapped back sharply, although her, as well as me, was so eager to approach.
From the old man came something like a magnetic attraction. This "pull" then increased, or even weakened.
Hearing my sister's refusal to approach him, the old man suddenly asked:
- Girls, does not one of you want to become the wife of my son?
The sister answered him in Kumyk:
- We are still schoolgirls. And although we are already in high school, we are too early to think about marriage.
The old man muttered:
"Well, my son is not that grown-up, in spite of his high growth."
"Speaking of growth, by the way," said the nurse, measuring the look of the three-meter old man. "We do not need gypsy husbands. Next to such husbands, we will look ridiculous. Like lilliputians.
"Then you have no desire to marry my son?" Refuse?
- In the most decisive manner! - Sister Kumyk's sister rapped out.
At this point, I turned to her to ask what the "barmale" mumbles about. We exchanged a few phrases without looking at the old man. And when they turned to him, they saw that the giant had disappeared ...
While my sister was talking to him, we both felt as enchanted. But, as soon as the "barmale" disappeared, the witch's shroud fell from our eyes. And we almost lost our speech, fearful. In a great panic, ran all the way in different directions, the sister - to his home, and I - to myself.
