When the cancer on the mountain ... whistled

Sometimes things happen in life that involuntarily begin to believe in mysticism, because otherwise it is impossible to explain it. I want to believe that there is magic in the world. Website A great story about a boy who believed in a miracle!





When I was a kid, I lived in the village with my parents. And we had a guy named Cancer. Once I heard the phrase “When the cancer on the mountain whistles” and took it literally. I started getting this guy to come down the mountain with me and whistle. For a long time I persuaded Cancer, but he still succumbed, went with me to the mountain and whistled.

And you know what happened next? And then there was mysticism! Neighbor uncle Vanya, who drank without drying up for ten years, took and coded. I found a hundred rubles on the street, and my best friend Vitka's parents bought a cool bike. On the same day, he found a good job and left the village.

That's when I believed in magic!

via factroom.ru