I miss my friend When I was a kid, I lived in Kamchatka and I had a friend, Alex. Our friendship was started when we were 8 years old. His mother didn't like her son have walked with me. She phoned my mother and told: "when my son walks with your Vitya, he comes back all in shit". It was true) We had a lot of adventures at that time! Once we decided to run away to Alaska. Alex should have gone to me and say 'meow'. Like Huckleberry ) But he was caught by his mom. She went to my door with him and said 'meow'. In order to evidence our plan is bullshit and his best friend Vitek is sleeping. I knew about it from my mom in the morning. Then I left Kamchatka when I was 14. There were so much in my life. But there was no friend like Alex. I missed him too much. I told my little daughter many stories about my best friend Alex and our adventures) We met again after 30 years. His speech, his favorite music, his interests - all this have not changed in him since our childhood. Now we are living in the same city. I can phone him anytime, but I never do it.

Monkey and me Once I was going in a subway train. I imagined that I was the director (or conductor) of an orchestra where the animals were musicians. And there was one monkey who played on metal plates. It beat the plates every time when I pointed at it with my conductor's stick. I was doing it by surprise, I pointed at the monkey unexpectedly but every time the monkey beat the plates at time. I was trying to catch it by unawares, when I realized that I have been alone in the train. No people, no monkey, no stick. It was a last station where I never was before.

My favorite song When I was a kid I had a vinyl record player. I remember my favorite vinyl plate. It was a small one with two songs only: "paint it black" and "yesterday". Once I was listening to "paint it black". I thought nobody see me at that moment. And I danced like a man who is thinking that nobody see him. And then I heard laugh. It was my mother. It was a first day when I was rough with her.

Wardrobe story Once I did it too. I had visited my grandma since many years as I saw her last. I saw an old wardrobe in the bedroom and I remembered how I was hiding in the one when I was a kid. And I got into the wardrobe and feel asleep. I woke up when my grandma opened the wardrobe. It was her first heart attack.

I screamed last night. I screamed last night. I was lying near the wall and somebody touched me. A cold hand from the wall. And when I woke up, it was surprise to me. I was absolutely sure that I did not sleep at this moment when a cold hand touched me and when I screamed and woke up.

Nightmare It's a night. I am alone in my house. There is no light in the room. Only moonlight is illuminating the room through the window. And someone called me by name from outside. I looked out of the window and saw many many cats. All of them were grey. And they didn't move. They were just looking at me.

Once, when I was 13... My childhood was spent on Kamchatka. Once, when I was 13, I got lost in the forest with my friend. We could not find the way to our camp. Then we made a decision: I go one way, he goes the other way. So, I went up on a hill and saw a bear. At that moment I realized that he would eat me. Do you know what I thought when I looked at the bear?... It will be very painful... Lord, please save me... I did not have sex... No. No. And no. I thought that there are so many books that I will never read!!! I had no chance to save my life. And what happened? My friend went up on the hill from other side. The bear ran to him. I safely went down from the hill, then found the road and arrived at the camp. I was safe and sound. That day I realized one thing. There are two types of people in the world - lucky and losers.

My true ghost story... First of all, it is a true story. It happened to me and my wife when we just started living in St.Petersburg. At that time we would spend our weekends in the city. We would walk around and take pictures with my old camera. It was a camera with film. First you took pictures, then you gave the film to a photo studio and after a few days you got your prints. Once we were walking along Sadovaya St, when I saw this house with a memorial plague near the door. On it was written: "Here lived the great Russian poet M. Lermontov". The door was open. I told my wife: "Come on! Let's go and see where Mikhail lived". It was a dwelling house, but it was dark and dirty inside - trash, a bad smells and dirty walls. On one of the floors, we met an old lady. She was wearing a bathrobe and she was smoking a cigarette. She asked us: "Are you looking for someone?" And we talked a little. It was a completely unremarkable conversation. I don't even remember what this conversation was about, but I remember that she was a kind woman. I really liked her. When we were about to leave, I asked her: "Can I take a picture of you". She bowed and fixed her hire. I took one picture. A few days later, I got the pictures from the photo studio. I was very surprised. There was a picture in Lermontov's house. There were dirty walls, doors, railings, and stairs in the picture. But the old lady wasn't in the photo. I don't understand what happened.