Village healers. "Blessed Valya" is an extraordinary healer, healer and clairvoyant from the Stavropol village. With God's power or in the name of Satan

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This long article is about a very unusual woman - Valentina Baranova, who had a whole range of superpowers and the authenticity of her unusual strength is proved by the stories of local residents about her. This material was written in 1994, a few years after Baranova's death, and published in the Sovershenno Sekretno newspaper.
Unfortunately, in our time there are practically no publications about "Blazhnaya Valya", but in fact she was essentially a Russian Vanga.

Valentina Pavlovna Baranova (Valya Blessed) is a woman who knew the past, present and future.
They say about her that she knew evil spirits and did dark deeds. Her personal life remained a secret to everyone, and this gave rise to gossip, rumors and speculation. Valya Blessed tragically died on March 3, 1988.

About this extraordinary woman - our story. The village of Kugulta from above. Photo: Bond VG In the ancient Cossack village of Kugulta, in the Stavropol Territory, Baranova settled before the Great Patriotic War. At that time she was 45 years old.
The stranger for some time became a topic of conversation among the villagers. She was, as the people say, miserable, blessed, not of this world. From early spring until late autumn, she walked in one shirt, barefoot, could sit on a cold stone all day long, and no ailment would take her.

When talking to people, she sometimes rolled her eyes and shook her head, but she reasoned sensibly. The first conflict with the neighbors showed that it is better not to mess with Baranova. The wretched woman furiously showered opponents with square abuse and did not immediately calm down. Where did she come from and what did she do before, did she have relatives - no matter how inquisitive fought, but could not find out.

Valentina lived in isolation: she herself did not go to anyone and did not call to herself. Those who managed to get into her hut most often found her reading old books, of which Baranova had many.
These books and a beautiful picture on the wall led the villagers to the idea that her origin was rich. Soon after Valentina moved in, people began to come to her, and a rumor swept through the village: the blessed one speaks of illness and predicts the future. During the war, women secretly ran to her to find out about the fate of their husbands-front-line soldiers. And the words came true.

As Valentina Pavlovna said, so it happened: Petro returned safe and sound, Ivan was wounded, and Vasil died. Was it not since that time that the fellow villagers disliked Valentina? Perhaps one of the bitter widows accused her of having conjured her husband's death, and threw an evil face in her face: "Witchcraft ...". Years passed, and relations between fellow villagers and Baranova did not improve.

One was unpleasant her appearance. By old age, she more and more resembled a witch from fairy tale films: humpbacked, her fingers were intricately twisted, which gave ill-wishers food for whispering behind her: “Look, look, the witch is holding a satanic sign.” Others were frightened off by Babkin's perspicacity and the ability to read other people's thoughts.

Just think about her unflattering, as she already knows about it. Being in a good mood, Valya Blazhennaya stopped the person she liked and prophesied the future for him, simultaneously reproaching for something or warning.
And it turned out that she knew so intimately about a man that he did not trust his own mother either. Sometimes Valya found a cheerful verse, and she allowed herself to make fun of her enemies.

Sitting on a stump near the house, she shouted to the whole street to a woman passing by: “Dun, and Dun, why are you fidgeting in your pocket, I, Dun, see everything ...”. And Dunka, who really protected herself from her grandmother's sorcery with a fig in her pocket, cursing and spitting, hastened to leave. Well, how, pray tell, could make friends with such a person? In 1946, there was a rumor that somewhere in Central Asia Baranova's sister was found. And soon she came to Kugulta with her son.

Either their relationship did not work out, or for some other reason, only the relatives found did not indulge Valentina Pavlovna with attention. The next time the nephew visited the village after 13 years. In the 80s, Valentina Pavlovna, still hoping that her nephew would not leave her in her old age, even bought him a house, but he was in no hurry to move to his aunt.

For a long time, Baranova managed her simple household herself, and since 1972, her fellow villager Praskovya Andreevna Svyatashova, who later became her confidant, began to help her. Baranova knew whom to trust: Svyatashova would not take a penny without asking and did not like to sharpen laces. At first, Praskovya Andreevna helped in gratitude for the cure, and then because she borrowed money from Baranova to build a house.

Even having paid in full, she continued to help the old woman, feeling sorry for her. There were several other people in the village who were kind to Baranova, but were not afraid of the old woman, the children. The rest were wary and rarely spoke to her. True, Baba Valya had enough work even without the villagers.

Year by year the number of her patients and clients increased. The healed came already with other needs, their relatives, friends, colleagues followed them. There was not a day when a modest Moskvich or a chic Volga, or even an Ikarus bus, did not appear at Baranova’s house. Some she accepted immediately, others after long tears and persuasion.

There were also those whom she drove as soon as they saw, and if these people did not leave, Baranova turned into a fury: she screamed, spat, pulled up her shirt over her head. Patients were treated with charmed water. What conspiracies she whispered over the water, what signs she drew in the air with a cross, no one knew.

And she predicted fate, looking into her eyes, in rare cases she used cards for fortune telling.
At the same time, Valentina Pavlovna was not averse to surprising people.
It happened that only a person stepped on the threshold, and she was already answering a question that he did not even have time to ask. According to numerous eyewitnesses, Baranova very accurately described the past and present, her predictions always came true.

She spoke authoritatively with visitors and did not tolerate any objections. “Most of all, she hated lies,” Svyatashova said. - I immediately felt whether the person was telling the truth or not. Those who tried to deceive her were driven away.

On major church holidays and Sundays, she refused to receive people. Sometimes, he swears, swears, and then he will help on a holiday.
The activities and fame of Baranova were a thorn in the eye of the local builders of communism, who wrote denunciations to the district and regional committees more than once.
Once a commission from the district health department came to check, but the smart old woman kicked the doctors out with a scandal. In order not to repeat such embarrassment, the authorities decided to further influence Baranova through the district police officer.

He was indignant: “What, I’ll stand near the grandmother with a gun!” - but went to carry out explanatory work. Each time the same dialogue was repeated: “Valentina Pavlovna, honestly, it’s already embarrassing for me to reprimand you, and you are back to your own.” “I won’t, Vasya, I won’t, don’t pay attention to them.”

Somehow, the local son fell ill, and he turned to Baba Valya. “Bring the boy, bring him,” she readily agreed, and then, recollecting herself, added: “Ugh, I forgot, you’re not supposed to be in your position, well, let your wife quietly bring you.” For two days they washed the boy with charmed water, and all the illness was removed as if by hand.

In the mid-80s, when the winds of perestroika blew and society became interested in the so-called alternative medicine, the grandmother was given the title of “folk healer”. And all sorts of smart people began to fill up with her as students. She persecuted these “followers” ​​behind her: “Is this what they teach? I had a vision of the Mother of God, and she blessed me. And to do this without the will of the Almighty is a terrible sin ... ”Baba Valya never told anyone about the troubles and sores of those who turned to her. Only once Praskovya Andreevna showed excessive curiosity, but the old woman immediately cut her off: "They torn off the nose of the curious Varvara."

Everyone who knew Baranova unanimously testifies: she did not charge a fee for treatment and predictions and did not ask. Brought - well, no - and not necessary. Who gave a loaf of bread and 50 kopecks, and who gave a luxurious carpet and a large sum of money. There were rumors that they gave her a lot of gold rings and earrings, but no one saw these jewels.

Two small rooms in her hut were a warehouse for industrial and food products. What was there: cuts of fabrics, scarves, dishes, perfumes, boxes of chocolates, cans of coffee, condensed milk, stew, homemade jams and pickles, bottles of vodka, champagne, expensive wines. All this has accumulated over the years. Baba Valya herself needs a lot.

She ate mostly vegetables and wore the same clothes. And to give away - oh, how I didn’t like it. Was stingy. Somehow Praskovya Andreevna needed a bottle of vodka. Baranova gave it and was silent for two days, and on the third, resolutely, in a voice that brooked no objections, she said: “That's what you are, Praskovya, where you took that half liter, put it there.”

Few people know that Baranova regularly gave money only for the church, she sent some gifts to the convent. At the same time, Svyatashova's attempts to persuade her to transfer an unnecessary carpet to the temple ran into a stubborn unwillingness to part with an expensive thing.

Rumors about Baranova's wealth have been circulating for more than one year, but for the time being no one dared to encroach on Babkin's capital. This happened for the first time in the summer of 1985. A man, dressed in women's clothes, with a black stocking on his head, appeared at Baba Valya's house, passing through the vegetable gardens. Threatening with a knife, he demanded money from the old woman. The stranger was frightened off by neighbor boys who noticed him entering.

The second attack was carried out in November 1986 by two young men. They lived in Shpakovsky, had a criminal record. One of the criminals learned about Baranova and her treasures from her fellow villager during his stay in the pre-trial detention center.
At first, the robbers came to Kugulta to investigate the situation. We went into the house of Baba Valya and started a conversation: they say, one father has an alcoholic, whether his grandmother will undertake to treat him.

But she said: “You didn’t come to be treated, but according to my soul, I see it in your eyes” - and put up “good” fellows. A day later, late at night, carefully breaking the lock, the guys entered Baranova's house. Slightly strangling the old woman who woke up from the noise, one of the guys warned her: if, they say, to whom you tell, we will slaughter.

And then, hitting the tire iron on the head, they threw her to the floor. Under the featherbed in a handkerchief they found four thousand rubles, and that was it. Waking up after the bastards left, Baba Valya, wiping the blood from her face with her palm, with difficulty knelt before the icons. Crying, she prayed to God and asked to punish the offenders.

Apparently, the Lord heard the prayers, because the car of the robbers turned over at the entrance to the neighboring village ... The criminal case on the fact of the robbery attack on V.P. Baranova was entrusted to the investigator Tokova Sofya Bekbulatovna. Looking ahead, let's say that in the shortest possible time the robbers were found, their guilt was proven, and everyone got what they deserved. Tokova, who spoke more than once with Valentina Pavlovna, recalled: “Baranova, at the age of 90, had an excellent memory and a sound mind. She was a very interesting conversationalist.

It was felt that Valentina Pavlovna received a good education and knew better times. I immediately drew attention to the books that belonged to her. These were Bibles, breviaries, herbalists, works on history, some other textbooks, all pre-revolutionary publications. When I praised the books, she said that her whole attic was filled with them, and noticed that she was offered 5 thousand rubles for one book, but she would not sell it for any money.

Money meant nothing to her, and she did not know the account for it. During the first examination, 9,000 rubles in hundred-ruble bills were found on the floor in a dirty handkerchief. Obviously, they also lay under the feather bed, but the robbers did not notice them. When Valentina Pavlovna was told about the find, she waved her hand indifferently: “But I didn’t know that they were lying there.”

In her room there was a large jug filled with coins of 50 kopecks and a ruble, so she did not count them as money. She prophesied the future for me and my children. Eight years have passed, and everything goes as predicted.

Yes, and she talked about the past as if I had written, and she had read it. She had unique abilities." It is not known how Tokova bribed Valentina Pavlovna, whether with a respectful attitude, compassion, which she lacked so much, or maybe a smart, beautiful, energetic woman, who herself experienced a lot, seemed to her a worthy interlocutor, only Sofya Bekbulatovna was the second person after Svyatashova, to whom Baranova opened, albeit for a moment, the veil of mystery that shrouded her life.

“A lot has been given to me, baby,” Valentina Pavlovna told her. - I look at a person and see whether he is happy or not, what he had, what awaits him. I treat nervous, female, skin diseases, sexual impotence. Whoever came to me, including very noble people. I drive some. So they don't understand that I'm not omnipotent.

If I can’t cure, then I don’t undertake ... The jester with the fact that I was robbed, let them choke on my goodness. I have enough money for a hundred of these bastards. Does money make a person happy? Human envy scares me. They do not like me, they are afraid, and others are ready to die from the world. What I see through a person is my cross, my Golgotha.

Who did I do wrong? What I know will die in me. Lord, if only they knew how much misfortune and misfortune, humiliation and suffering fell to my lot! Instead of pitying the miserable, lonely, sick old woman, they hate me so much. But did I ever think, a noble daughter whom everyone did not live and loved, that I would have to live like this ... ”She rummaged through the papers lying on the table and held out

Current yellowed old photograph. And on it - a young beauty with a proudly raised head, in a magnificent dress, with a delightful hairdo. Nearby, in armchairs, an elderly man and woman - Baranova's parents. Shocked, Tokova looks from the photo to the ugly, unfortunate old woman sitting opposite, then back to the beautiful woman in the ball gown and does not believe her eyes. Valentina Pavlovna was born in 1895 in Stavropol in a family of wealthy parents.

Her father, according to her, was a famous person. She didn't seem to be married. In 1918, the Bolsheviks shot her parents in front of her eyes. Her brothers and sisters died in the civil war. Presumably, during the retreat with the white troops, she came under shelling; wounded and shell-shocked, they dug her out of the ground. During the operation, the chest, torn by shrapnel, was amputated.

In the 1920s and 1930s, she went through prison, camps, and was in exile. “All of mine were destroyed, I alone survived, and I was tried only because I was a noble daughter,” Valentina Pavlovna said bitterly, “and I lived on a wolf ticket without any rights.

Then I huddled in Kugulta, I thought, at least I’ll live here in peace, yes, apparently, it’s not fate ... ”Shortly before her death, Valentina Pavlovna made a will. She refused the hut to her nephew, bequeathed property and money from savings books (15 thousand in total) to Svyatashova on the condition that she bury her, put a white marble cross on her grave and commemorate her in church. Soon Praskovya Andreevna's niece died. Valentina Pavlovna said: “Now she (niece) will take yours.
One is sick, the other is healthy. - After a pause, she added: - If I don’t, you will have a big problem. “After some time,” Svyatashova said, crying, “my brother died, he was sick.

I already began to forget her words, how in 1991 my son died. She knew what would happen to him, she only took pity on me, did not say directly that I should not suffer, that I should not live in terrible expectation. She felt when someone was going to die, and that's why they were afraid of her."

Valentina Pavlovna also predicted her own death. Tokova, seeing the old woman walking barefoot on the frozen ground, noticed that she would catch a cold, Baba Valya grinned: “Baby, nothing will happen to me, I am not afraid of death. I will live long and tedious, and they will kill me. God won't take me until they kill me. And every day I expect a knife in the back. When two boys burned down in the village in a fire, Baranova remarked: “These are my brothers, they will burn me too.”

On March 1, 1988, Praskovya Andreevna, as always, managed the housework at Baranova. When she was about to leave, Baba Valya stopped her: “Well, I will leave you soon. Don't come tomorrow, I need to be alone. Come the day after tomorrow, but not in the morning, but for dinner. And in parting, she quietly and affectionately said: “Thank you for not leaving me ...”. On March 3, Svyatashova discovered her half-burned corpse in the kitchen of Baranova's house.

There was a large open wound on Baba Valya's neck. After killing the old woman, they doused her with gasoline and set her on fire, hoping that the fire would hide the traces of the atrocity. But due to lack of oxygen (shutters and doors were closed), only the kitchen burned out. The investigation into the murder of Baranova continues to this day (recall, this article was written in 1994).

Since nothing seems to have been stolen, the version of the murder for the purpose of robbery has disappeared. According to one version, they killed Baba Valya out of revenge, they say, annoyed someone. Local residents are firmly convinced of this: “They took revenge on her. She did a lot of harm to people. She was a witch and didn't go to church. She transferred the negative biofield from the sick not to herself, but to those who lived in the village. How many families she broke, how many people she made unhappy. But no one could give a single concrete example.

Everything is hearsay. Svyatashova continued to stand her ground: “If they killed her out of revenge, then by slander. She didn't harm people. He healed with the cross and prayer. And she went to church as long as she had the strength, and God knows what she repented of to the priest, only she received the remission of sins. And they buried her as it should be."
Already during the investigation, someone hinted to Svyatashova that it would be nice to transfer the money bequeathed to her by Baranova for the needs of the orphanage. Then Valentina Pavlovna's nephew came to Kugulta - and immediately to Svyatashova: "Why does she need such an expensive cross, I'm building a dacha, I need money."

Only Praskovya Andreevna turned out to be a hard nut to crack and did not give back the money. She traveled to Stavropol for a year and a half and, shortly before the rise in price, managed to put a snow-white marble cross on the grave of Valentina Pavlovna. The property of Baranova, bequeathed to Svyatashova, was plundered by the nephew and neighbors of the deceased. Friendship with Baba Valya cost Svyatashova dearly.

She was accused of having gone to learn to conjure, that she had cut the old woman's throat and profited from her money. “God is their judge, he sees everything, and the blood of her killers will be shed, I know for sure,” she said confidently ...

Today, in the Stavropol Territory, folk healers have divorced at least a dime a dozen. They have offices, security guards, fees for all types of services. It's just that people don't have faith in them. And they believed Baba Valya. And after her death, everyone came to Kugulta people. Upon learning of the death of Valentina Pavlovna, many cried ...

“A medicine man is a person who has knowledge and uses it to heal people and animals. Just like sorcerers, healers were respected, but not feared.

In 1938, my maternal great-grandfather, Andrei, moved with his family from the newly formed Lugansk region to one of the villages located near Zadonsk. Zadonsk then belonged to the Oryol region. Andrei joined the collective farm, worked as a tractor driver, received land for building a house, built and settled down in a new place. Everyone considered Andrei prosperous, as he cultivated several fields on his tractor and for this he received a salary in grain, flour and kerosene.

The village was located in a truly picturesque place, on the one hand a small but beautiful deciduous forest approached it, on the other - a log and meadows, and behind them endless fields.

And the old man Ivan Fedorovich lived in that village. Old as the world, absolutely gray-haired, with shoulder-length hair and a beard to the waist. He looked like a sorcerer from the "Song of the Prophetic Oleg." He always went with an oak staff and a basket for herbs.

Ivan Fedorovich had a beautiful garden next to the house and his own apiary. The old man had no children, and his wife died long ago.

The villagers perceived him differently: some considered him a sorcerer, some considered him a saint. But one thing united everyone: if someone gets sick, or the cattle falls ill, or the site needs advice, then they went to the old man. Ivan Fedorovich accepted everyone, did not refuse anyone. And he did no harm to anyone, no love spells, no lapels, no damage.

Life in the village went on as usual. And on June 22, 1941, the Great Patriotic War began. And on the third day Andrei left for the front. His wife Anastasia, seeing off her husband, went home in tears. Still: a beloved husband in the war, and she was left with two small children and a large household. And already on the approaches to the house she met Ivan Fedorovich. The old man approached the woman and, putting his arm around her shoulders, said:

- Do not cry, granddaughter, Andryusha will return, alive and well, only you will not have a home, you will be rebuilt. Don't be afraid, the world is not without good people. They won't abandon you. Only you won’t live in the village either, Andryusha will take you to a distant land, but not for long.

Having said this, the old man wiped away the woman's tears and went on his way.

The Nazis were advancing, and soon the village was filled with refugees. Anastasia sheltered a family at home, refugees from Ukraine - a mother with six children. And the youngest of the children, five-year-old Kolya, was sick, he was blind. I didn't see anything, not even light. At the age of three, the boy began to lose his sight dramatically, and by the age of four he was completely blind.

For a long time Nastya tried to persuade Marya to show the boy to Ivan Fedorovich, but only she brushed it off: she drove to Kyiv, the best doctors could not do anything, and then some illiterate old man. But Anastasia stood her ground, and Marya gave up.

Ivan Fedorovich examined the boy, and then went to the red corner to pray in front of the image of the Lord, lit the lamp and put a cup of honey. The old man prayed for a long time, for several hours, on his knees, constantly bowing to the ground, and after praying, he smeared the boy’s eyes with this same honey, which was left in the cup, handed it to Marya.

“You can still anoint at home,” said the old man.

What did grandfather say? Nastya asked Marya when she returned home.

- What will he say? Illiterate old man. He said to smear with honey, the doctors could not cure, but he wants to cure with honey!

“Smear it,” Anastasia ordered.

But in no way:

- The doctors said that the operation must be done, but the damned war.

Then Nastya took it herself and did what the old man ordered Marya to do.

A few hours later, the women noticed the strange behavior of the boy - he hid in the darkest corner.

Nastya tried to bring the child into the light, but Kolya turned away from the window.

- What do you see? – asked Nastya.

The child looked down and said:

I see hands.

Nastya put his website on a chair and covered the boy's face with a dark scarf - let him get used to it gradually.

The winter of 1942 came. In the evening, Anastasia and Marya put the children to bed, and they themselves went to the cattle shed. Having fed the living creatures, the women returned to the house and also went to bed.

At night, Marya woke up from some kind of buzz and, looking out the window, saw some kind of glow. What's this? Marya opened the door to the vestibule, and there ... a flame roared, and the ceiling of the house and the roof burned.

- Nastya, get up, we're on fire!

Marya rushed to wake the children, and Nastya jumped up and, grabbing the youngest ones in her arms, ran out into the street, into the forty-degree frost. Marya brought the older children out, and then both women rushed to save the good from the dying house. Neighbors were already running to help the fire victims.

The house burned down, the walls could not burn down - they are stone, but from the inside the house burned out completely, the ceiling and the roof site burned down.

Neighbor Dunya, despite the fact that she herself has five children, sheltered Marya and Nastya with all the children until spring. Not a single child was handed over anywhere.

And when spring came, the whole village rebuilt Nastya's house.
The summer of 1944 arrived.

Several village boys decided to climb into the garden of Ivan Fedorovich at night and. No sooner said than done. And as soon as the thick night darkness enveloped the village, the boys climbed over the flimsy wattle fence and headed for the apple trees. Having eaten their fill of apples and stuffed their shirts with them, the boys decided to leave. Yes, it was not there.

Instead of a flimsy wattle fence, the guys stumbled upon a palisade, and you won’t climb over - you’ll run into a stake. Where is he from? The boys remembered for sure that the whole garden was surrounded by wattle, and here were two-meter peaks. The boys went the other way and ended up on the edge of a deep ditch, a site filled with foul-smelling water. Frightened, the children rushed to the third side, and there ... blackthorn. Briar, roses and thorns, the guys decided to wade through the bushes. Tearing their arms, legs, face and back in blood, the boys made their way through the thickets and stumbled upon the same thickets. So they rushed about the garden until the morning.

"Children, what are you doing here?"

The boys already jumped, in front of them stood the old healer.

- Forgive us, grandfather, they came to you to steal apples.

- Why didn't they leave? - Asked the healer.

- Yes, grandfather, your garden was surrounded by a palisade, and we almost fell into the ditch and look, we tore everything to ourselves on your bushes.

— So, where are your scratches? - Asked the grandfather. None of the boys had a single scratch.

- Come on, guys, let's go look at the ditch and the thorny bushes, but the site and the palisade look at me, the old one, hunting.

There was no moat, no palisade, no bushes, there was just an orchard, an apiary and a vegetable garden, surrounded by barely breathing wattle.

“Please, grandfather, don't tell our parents what we did.

- What are you, dear, - answered the grandfather, - Of course, I won’t tell you why I need this. Just don't steal from the old anymore.

Since the boys lost all the apples picked at night, the old man picked new ones and gave them to the boys with the words:

“Don’t steal, it’s better to ask, anyway, I won’t eat so much, I won’t refuse.

Nazi Germany capitulated on May 9, 1945. Summer has come.
Marya with her children went home, and the men began to return from the war. But Andrew was not among them. Strong excitement sunk into Anastasia's soul, and she went to the old man's house.

- Grandfather, you said Andrey's website will return. Why doesn't it come back?

- Wait, granddaughter. Will return. Since I said it will come back, it means it will come back.

Andrei returned at the end of October 1945 without a single scratch and with orders.

In August 1946, Andrei and his family left for Kaliningrad, but eight years later, in 1954, they returned, however, not to their native village, but to the Voronezh region. So Ivan Fedorovich's prediction came true that Andrei would take them to a distant land, but then they would return.

In 1980, my grandmother came to that village to her distant relatives and learned about the fate of the old man.

In the early seventies, Ivan Fedorovich came to the carpenter Peter and said:

- Do the last favor for the old man, make me a coffin and a cross, do it honestly.

Petruha already dropped his cigarette:

- God be with you, Ivan Fedorovich, you are as healthy as an ox, you will still live.

- No, granddaughters, I am already more than a hundred years old, I have outlived my own. This morning, with the first rays of the Sun, the Angel of the Lord appeared to me and said that God would call my soul in three days. Said, "Get ready."

The carpenter dropped everything and began to order for the old people, three days later Ivan Fedorovich was gone. They buried him with the whole village, and the carpenter Peter himself put the cross.

More than thirty years have passed since then, the village survived the nineties without much loss.

From the holy man, Ivan Fedorovich, there was only a garden that feeds more than one generation of people with apples and pears.

Flowers from alcoholics

- This is given to me by my loafers and parasites, - the healer known to many laughs.

In the cold, barefoot with a sweetheart, she ran away

- Get naked! - this is how Valentina Frolova, a healer from the village of Pokrovskoye, Tsilninsky district, meets every man.

Dumbfounded men, as a rule, begin to dutifully pull off their clothes, but Valentina Vasilievna quickly stops the game:

“Do you have a lot of dollars to pay me?” Kiss me on the cheek for respect and calm down.

“I don’t test people for dishonesty or squeamishness,” she explains her ritual. “I need to understand whether they are afraid of me or not. This is very important in treatment.

Day off

Officially Saturday and Sunday at Frolova are the days that she devotes to herself. But people's rumor, flying far beyond the borders of Russia, tells not about the healer's work schedule, but about her miraculous prayers and recipes.

“I had a tumor behind my ear,” said fellow traveler Vladimir, whom NG reporters drove from Bolshoy Nagatkin to Bogorodskaya Repyevka. - I went to the hospital, was treated with some medicines - nothing helped. I went to Aunt Valya. Traveled for two days. She advised what ointments to make, read the prayer and let go. We made the drug, anointed, and after a while there was no trace of the tumor.

Vladimir waved his hand in the direction of Pokrovsky, and he walked to his village - Russian Cylna.

Clairvoyant

- Get naked! - Commanded the journalist "NG" healer. - He was more shy than the patients. The woman laughed.

- Okay, don't be embarrassed. I'll just go and tell my husband that I saw correctly.

It turns out that a few minutes before our meeting, she said to Nikolai:

“Journalists are coming to visit us today. Do you have something for the table?

“I'm not only a healer,” she returned to the reporters. I have been a clairvoyant since birth.

There was a knock at the door.

“We came to get treated for alcoholism,” he sighs. And he allows you to enter.

A young man looks up.

- Valentina Vasilievna, will you cure a girl and a woman from alcohol?

- Two at once! Frolova exclaims. - Okay, come in. But remember, on Saturday-Sunday you don’t have to come to me.

alcoholics

- Get naked! - the guy does not know that this is a joke, but for the sake of saving his wife and mother, he is ready for anything. There is panic in his eyes, but he unbuttons his shirt. The women were dumbfounded, and Valentina Vasilievna laughs:

- Okay, okay, stop it. Kiss on the cheek and that's enough.

Women write receipts with their own hand in a thick magazine stating that they voluntarily go for treatment and are responsible for their decision. The elderly woman barely restrains the tremor and worries:

I probably won't write.

Young writes.

Do you remember the date? the healer asks.

“I remember, of course,” the patient replies. - Today is my birthday.

“Oh, you shouldn’t be doing this on Angel Day. A very big responsibility. There is no way to break an oath. Ready?

The girl turns to her husband. He is responsible for his wife:

- Ready.

“Ready,” she echoes.

- Well look. The healer lights the candle and begins the ritual.

Prayer in the Chuvash language sounds unusual and wild. The knife in the hand looks intimidating. She leads the blade over the flame, directs it at people, into the sky, into the floor. And he keeps talking. Only a few words are clear: cigarettes, a drug addict, money ... He speaks and cries.

“Because it hurts me a lot for such people,” Valentina Vasilievna explains her tears later. – I tell them: “How can you! Why don't you welcome guests with tea and lemonade? Offended? Let them be offended! Family should come first, not drinking companions. I have been living without hands all my life, fastening clothes with my teeth, washing diapers with my son's feet. And it didn't break. And you are young, beautiful… Loafers, alcoholics, parasites!”

— What do we owe you, Valentina Vasilievna? the old woman asked.

- Put 10 rubles here and say - on a candle.

The woman put in a hundred and with tears handed Frolova a thousandth bill.

- And this is for you. Take it please!

Valentina flatly refused.

Your money won't do me any good! That's when you get rich, get an apartment or a foreign car, buy me a loaf of bread, and bring a bouquet of flowers.

It was a pity to look at the woman. A thousand burned their hands. It was impossible to take her home. The healer did not take the money. The woman fell to her knees.

- Valentina Vasilievna, well, what should I do? Take it, for God's sake! I beg you!

“Leave the money,” Frolova agreed.

The visitors went out the door, and she sighed:

- I'll give it to the church. I can't take money for myself. I'll lose the gift right away.

I could not refuse to accept Frolov and spouses from Tatarstan. The wife brought to her, as to the last hope, her husband. Valery, a Chuvash of about thirty-three, received such a maternal scolding from Frolova that he turned crimson spots.

Then there was a girl from Ulyanovsk with a terrible allergy. Then Frolova closed herself, saying to the street:

- I do not have time. I have journalists, I still need to tell about myself.

In her fifty years, Valentina Vasilievna has undergone nine surgeries. One leg is shorter than the other by 3 centimeters. The hands hardly work. In her youth, she knocked over a twenty-liter pot of boiling water.

“At the age of seven, my stomach ached,” she recalls, “my mother carried me to the hospital in her arms. It carries, and I shout: “Don’t cut me, I don’t have anything there!”. She asks: “What makes you think that they will cut you?” I say: “The doctor is sitting there in a dressing gown, he will cut his stomach, but I don’t have anything there.”

The doctor actually operated on little Valya. Confused appendicitis with acute gastritis. And then the troubles rained down one after another. Someone threw some things he had said at the threshold of their happy home. Parents were frightened, and Valya took evil spirits and burned them. But apparently not well. Damage spread to her, and the girl began to dry before her eyes. The hands gave out, the body withered. The hard life of a disabled person began.

“Because of this, I didn’t want to get married at all,” she admits. “Although I knew who I would marry and when I would marry. My Kolya looked after me for 12 years and persuaded everything. I didn't agree. And then the relatives “sang”: “Laughs and quits.” Well, his parents objected strongly to such a daughter-in-law. I'm disabled, who needs me!

Year after year, and Nikolai did not abandon his princess - that's what she was called in the Chuvash village. Every day I went or went to her for seven kilometers and every day I persuaded: “Val, marry me. There is no one but you." She either kept silent or laughed it off. I tortured myself, I tortured the man.

“He hasn’t touched me once in all these years,” he admits. - What you! He didn't say a harsh word. Mistress, Valenka and dear - that's all he called.

“Once in September, a friend drove me to her house,” recalls Nikolai. - And there was such a fog - like milk! She asks: “How did you get there? I can not see anything". And to be honest, I didn't even notice. Yes, fog, and the road to it shone directly, as in the palm of your hand.

“Oh, we can tell you so many miracles of all kinds,” Valentina Vasilievna waves off. - This year, at Easter, something became difficult for me. She lay all day. When it got dark, it got better. I say to my husband: “Kol, what is this? All the people went to church, to the cemetery, and I lay in bed. Let's go for a walk".

“We went out to the clearing behind the club,” Nikolai continues, and at the same time they saw that the vision of Nikolai Ugodnik descends from the sky. As if the gate opens and says: "There is no barrier for us ...".

Only at the age of thirty, Valya decided to take a desperate step - against the will of her parents, to live with her beloved. On February 22, 1987, on a frosty night, she ran away from home in nylon tights and short boots. Nikolai took her from the Drozhzhanovsky district to Tsilninsky, to Pokrovskoye. Moneyless, but happy, they occupied an empty apartment with almost no windows, no doors ...

“There was just an extra door there,” Nikolai laughs. We used it instead of a table.

They occupied an apartment, sent short notes to their relatives: “Don’t look for us, we decided to live together.” For three months no one knew where Valya and Kolya were hiding. Then moms and dads came to apologize for not believing in love.

Doctors forbade giving birth. But she could not come to terms with the idea that she would not have a single child. And I decided. They did a caesarean. The boy was born remarkably healthy.

“My assistant,” Valentine says tenderly about the sixteen-year-old Peter. - She will finish school in a year. He studies very well. Wants to become a lawyer. Or a doctor. But the doctor is less afraid. There, he says, the competition is unfair.

The Frolovs still believe that there is nothing more important and valuable in the world than love. Husband and son literally carry their mother in their arms. She is still a princess to them. Husband - Kolya, Kolya. Or - dushman. Because he has such a beard that he scares children. And she likes it. Son - jokingly - Petrosyan.

“Petya was little, and all of a sudden I wanted a watermelon,” says Valentina. – Armenians arrived by car. Swap watermelons for potatoes. I approached with my son, I said: “Sell at least one!”. Those in any - only, they say, for potatoes. “Come on,” I say, Petrosyan, “we don’t have any watermelons.” The Armenians already jumped: “What is the son’s name? Petrosyan?!

“These watermelons were then eaten by the whole village,” Nikolai laughs. “They brought it right to our house and unloaded it. About twenty, probably.

Wedding

Five years ago, the Frolovs got married. Valentina in the Chuvash church was in a white dress. That ritual remained only in the memory of a few guests. Yes, in two photographs that Frolova sacredly keeps. In the photo - a few people in the church. Including Valya and Kolya. In a dark room, the pictures turned out dark. And behind Frolova's back is a luminous and cracked wall.

— Valya! the guests exclaimed. "Look what's behind you."

She turned around and the photographer took a second shot. Both photos are in the same frame. And Frolova does not give them to anyone.

Recently, Valentina Frolova's dream came true - she got a white bedroom.

“Since childhood, I dreamed of a white bedroom set,” she admits. - And on her fiftieth birthday, one nephew (the rich aunt has 49 of them!) gave ten thousand. I am at a loss as to what to do with them. And then I bought a set. White!

Fresh flowers in the bedroom and front room. On the floor, on the tables, on the windowsills - vases, vases, vases...

“This is what idlers, parasites, alcoholics give me,” the healer smiles. - For the fact that I get rid of wine. As if they know how much I love flowers.

Experiment of Tula journalists

Correspondent of "Center 71" checked for himself whether to believe all sorts of healers and sorceresses

Baba Galya during the removal of damage from the correspondent ...

I learned about Baba Galya from social networks. Many people left reviews about the grandmother, who allegedly heals from any misfortunes. I decided to check for myself whether this same old woman really has miraculous powers. After all, all kinds of healers and sorcerers have recently come into fashion more and more. But can they help or just make money on someone else's misfortune?

So many curses that the soul cries

In the village of Selivanovo, Shchekino district, we find the right house with a photojournalist. The gate is ajar, but I, as a decent person, put my hand to the bell and at that moment I hear a shout: “Why ring, don’t you see, the door is open?” Smiling kindly and pushing the shy photographer forward, I go into the garden and see my grandmother peeking out from behind the door of the house.

“Galina, I am a correspondent for the Center 71 newspaper, I heard that you have a healing gift,” I began briskly, guessing that the same old woman was in front of me.

“I won’t say anything,” Baba Galya interrupted me. “I can remove the damage from you, but I don’t want this hype. The Lord himself will instruct the afflicted, and they will find me.

- Do I have damage? I don't ask so boldly anymore.

“There are so many curses on you, my dear, that my soul cries when I look at you,” the healer exclaimed somewhat pathetically. And suddenly she asked: - Do you have a wife?

“No, I have not yet found the one with whom I will go through life, holding hands and looking into each other’s eyes,” I replied with pathos, deciding to play along with my granny.

“Well, come on in already,” the old woman muttered and disappeared into the house. We followed, looking at each other.

Candles, prayers and wax figures

Inside the house, a wall hung with icons immediately caught my eye. There was a table against the wall, on which lay crosses, candles and other church paraphernalia. Baba Galya, noticing our surprise, immediately declared that she was a deeply religious person and the Mother of God helped her heal people.

“I see that you are lonely,” Baba Galya turned to me. - You toil, and you can not find your half. Am I telling the truth?

“Absolute,” I confirmed, thinking to myself: “Why, I myself told her about it a minute ago.”

“The curse of loneliness hangs on you,” the old woman said with an air of importance. "Now I'll get rid of him."

After that, Baba Galya took my hand and twirled a cross on a string over it.
“If the cross hangs quietly,” she explained, “then there is no damage, and if it spins, then it’s time to sound the alarm – you have a strong curse on you.”

In my case, the cross, indeed, spun like crazy. At the same time, I carefully watched my grandmother's hands, hoping to convict her of a dirty trick. But no matter how much I tried, I didn’t find anything suspicious - the old woman’s hands were motionless.

“Now I will melt the wax, read the prayer, and the damage will go to the wax figurine,” my grandmother told me the action plan.

- What should I do? I asked.

“And you sit and remember who could wish you so much evil to curse,” Baba Galya determined the vector of my actions.

Having monotonously read a whole cycle of prayers, which seemed to me suspiciously similar to tongue twisters, Baba Galya said that she had done it. She showed me the resulting wax figure and began to praise herself.

“Though it was not easy, but I turned to our mother Mother of God, and she helped me,” said the grandmother. “Look, on the one hand, the terrible bumps are the curse that was on you. On the other hand, everything is smooth and even - this is your aura now. Keep it like this.

... This is the damage removed from our correspondent by Baba Galya

Take off the other head

Having removed the damage from me, Baba Galya turned to our photojournalist.

“And you, son, what are you complaining about?” she asked in a sympathetic voice.

“Nothing, it seems,” the owner of the lens answered quite confidently.

“Oh, I see a terrible curse on you,” Baba Galya began her monologue. “I see how there is another head on top of your head. And this head oppresses you and prevents you from living. But nothing, you also read prayers, and I will deal with your trouble.

After that, she gave the photographer, somewhat stunned by such a tirade, a book, and he began to read prayers. At this time, Baba Galya repeated the same procedure as with me: she drowned the wax and lowered it into the water. Then she took out the resulting figure and pointed out that on the one hand it is perfectly even, and on the other, like mine, it is all in bumps. The shocked photographer had no choice but to thank the old woman for such a swiftly done work.

Miracle or coincidence?

In this house, grandmother receives the afflicted

After the damage allegedly removed from us, the conversation smoothly flowed from semi-official to informal, and Baba Galya hit her memories.

“Now I am 76 years old, and every year I ask God if I can continue my activities,” the gray-haired woman opened up. The answer comes in a dream. Usually the Mother of God appears, and I understand that I can still help the unfortunate.

- And how many people have passed through you over the years?

— Thousands. It all started in childhood, when the Mother of God showed me the way. I was 11 years old when a neighbor's 7-year-old boy had a tumor in his groin. I prayed for him all night. She asked the Mother of God for the illness to leave him. And the next morning his mother came to us and said that his illness had passed by a miracle. So I realized that I can help people. I have devoted my whole life to this, as you can see.

According to the neighbors of the old woman, indeed, many people come to Baba Galya who have lost all hope of healing any ailment. And they seem to be getting help. Whether this is a miracle or a coincidence is unknown. But the fact remains: by word of mouth, people tell each other about the supposedly miraculous power of this woman and rush to her for help.

PRIEST'S COMMENT…

With God's power or in the name of Satan

Archpriest Sergius Rezukhin, rector of the All Saints Cathedral:

- Healers healers strife. If a person resorts to the power of God and prays frantically, then this is one thing. And if he reads all sorts of conspiracies or, even worse, heals people on behalf of Satan, then this is different. Now there are a lot of ads in which various charlatans offer their magical services, so I would like to remind you that the person who actually helps people avoids all sorts of hype. As for a certain woman Gali, I personally have not heard of her.

… AND THE DOCTOR

Conspiracies as psychotherapy

Lyudmila Kiykova, Deputy Chief Physician for outpatient work of the hospital. Vanykin:

“In my opinion, there are not many people who have the true ability of a healer. These people should know all herbs very well, their effects on the human body, possible side effects from taking them, because even plants can be harmless. And if we talk about some other methods of healers such as manual therapy, conspiracies or taking any substances uncharacteristic for treatment, then I think that this is pure quackery. Only a specialist familiar with human anatomy can know well the same manual therapy. Well, all sorts of conspiracies are more psychotherapy.

MEANWHILE

I will save you from misfortunes with the power of peas

Our correspondent found out how Tula people are ready to believe even the most ridiculous promises of the most bizarre magicians

After my meeting with my grandmother Galya from Selivanovo, I decided to find out how much Tula people generally trust all kinds of announcements about supernatural possibilities. To do this, I tried on the role of a magician. I put makeup on my face, changed into black and posted a photo of myself on social networks with an ad in which I claimed that I was removing damage with nothing more than the power of peas. My appeal was:

“The almighty magician Artemy Grun, a reincarnated descendant of Egyptian priests, will help you find a soul mate, set up good luck in business, earn a lot of money, return lost love, introduce a competitor into a binge - whatever you need, will solve any of your problems! Having practiced various types of white and black magic, he came to the power of peas - green magic. Green is the color of life, the color of nature. Green means peace, good luck, renewal, health, freshness, vitality. Entrust your fate to the power of green peas, and this will help you reach impressive heights. Turn to the great magician Artemy, and may the force be with you!
To my surprise, they called me the very next day.

— Hello, is this the almighty Artemy? - Politely asked on the other end of the wire.

- How can I help you, my dear? - I said importantly.

“I am a businessman, I would like to introduce a competitor into a binge,” the caller said.

“Well, it’s easy,” I replied, somewhat dumbfounded.

In just two days, seven people called me. Most expressed a desire to introduce competitors into a binge or find a mate. Oddly enough, my ridiculous appearance in the photo and the power of green peas, which I allegedly possessed, did not alarm anyone.

“Human faith in the supernatural cannot be eradicated,” commented psychologist Olga Korzyukova. “We want to believe that there is something above us that is watching over us and will help us. In addition, the problematic situation limits the internal forces and resources of a person. He is experiencing his helplessness and needs at this moment a certain interlocutor, in the presence and with whose assistance he can overcome his crisis. And it does not matter by what methods this will be achieved - up to the strength of green peas.