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An amazing incident occurred in St. Petersburg. First, 28-year-old nurse Oksana Popova had a terrible dream: her 22-year-old brother Dimka was being beaten and kicked by some drunken thugs. “So they beat him to death in front of me,” Oksana told the M-E columnist. “A bloodied head thrashes around in the dust, and they kick at it with their feet. I scream and wake up in a cold clammy sweat."
When the girl told her grandmother about her terrible dream, she gasped and dropped the ladle from her hands.
It turns out that granny had exactly the same dream: bloody Dimka in the dust under the feet of scum. In the evening it turned out that the mother also had an identical dream. There was a terrible silence in the apartment.
And then Dimka returned from the institute and announced that he was leaving until Monday to visit a friend in the suburban village of Kavgolovo. There was no way to keep the hefty guy, and Dmitry just laughed at the story of the triple dream and left the house for the night looking.
The women who remained in the apartment were terrified. Unable to do anything, they went to their rooms and, without saying a word, began to pray.
As it turned out later, all three prayed (also without saying a word!) to one and only saint - Blessed Xenia of Petersburg, who was revered in this family most of all. At one o'clock in the morning there was a sudden knock at the door.
On the threshold stood Dimka, flushed with frost. When asked why he returned home half way, the guy reluctantly grunted: “He changed his mind!” After drinking a glass of vodka, Dimka fell asleep soundly, and the next morning he told his grandmother, mother and sister the following.
At one of the stops, a strange, lightly dressed woman in a headscarf entered the train car and sat down directly opposite him. From the gaze of her blue eyes, Dmitry was simply numb. At the next stop, a company of drunk, hefty guys burst into the car. Sitting nearby, they drank beer and swore loudly.
Suddenly, Dimkin's fellow traveler stood up and, taking the guy by the sleeve of a down jacket, pulled him into the vestibule. He tried to object, but he heard a confident and soft female voice inside him: "Let's go!" They got off the train at the next stop. The door closed, the train slowly picked up speed, and Dmitry managed to see how a drunken fight was starting inside the car they had abandoned.
Looking around, he found himself standing on a snow-covered platform all alone. Instantly sweating with fear, the guy ran across the tracks and was soon returning home on an oncoming train. The next morning, Oksana took her brother to the Smolensk cemetery to the small chapel of Xenia of Petersburg.
The student who did not believe in God looked at the image of the saint and whispered with whitened lips: “Lord, this is she!”
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