“Bismillah ir rahman ir rahim…” The monotonous voice plunged me into drowsiness, and the fingers of an elderly woman confidently massaged the cervical spine of my spine. Chronic osteochondrosis has been causing me discomfort for several years, but after a 15-minute massage by Baba Chima, I felt like I was reborn.

“For good, you would have to come to me a couple of times to consolidate the result. So take the time if you care about your health.”

Chimnaz Kerim Ulakkyzy Nasyrova. It is not so easy to pronounce, and even more so to remember, so the villagers simply call her Baba Chima. The house of a local sorceress is located on the edge of the village of Kuchki in the Penza region. She appeared in the village 17 years ago, before that she lived in Kamenka for several years, and even earlier - in Baku.

She, along with her son and daughter, had to leave Azerbaijan because of the outbreak of war. The woman still remembers the years she lived in Baku with tears in her eyes. She tells how she graduated from the library technical school there, how she was in charge of the factory library for more than a dozen years, and regularly wrote to the local newspaper.

“My mother, grandmother and great-grandmother come from the village of Kichkileika, so the Sura region is my second homeland,” Baba Chima says. - And my mother also treated people. But she healed with prayers, and I with my hands. But don't forget about prayer. And I read the prayer in Arabic.

She began to treat in Baku. When we arrived in Kamenka, we were settled in a hostel. At first I treated the neighbors, and then rumors about me spread throughout the district. There used to be 30 people a day. Someone with a boil, and someone has a more serious illness.

Once a woman approached me, she worked in the tax office. She was in the hospital with breast cancer, the doctors no longer undertook to operate. She came to me at 7 in the morning - she ran away from the hospital - I gave her a massage and read prayers. And the disease began to come out with pus, and after a few months there was no trace of metastases. The doctors just shrugged it off."

The sorceress had to deal with another case of breast cancer quite recently, when she was treating a fellow villager. Baba Chima hopes that her strength will be enough to overcome the fatal diagnosis. Of course, such treatment is not easy for the healer herself. Every time you have to restore strength, almost a day lying in bed on the couch.

They also took her to the children's hospital to see a girl who suffered from boils all over her body. Reading a prayer, putting her hand on the child's head, the healer plunged the girl into a dream. And when she woke up a few hours later, only pale spots remained from the abscesses, which disappeared the next day.

In the midst of our conversation, suddenly, a fractional knock is heard from under the floorboard. In response to my surprised look, Baba Chima smiles:

“This is my brownie, I call him Dost, which means friend in Azerbaijani. Left as a legacy from previous owners. He found out that the guests had come, so he runs around, is interested. Loves to play with my dogs. And most of all, he loves milk. I’ll leave the bowl in the hallway for the night - in the morning it’s already clean, it’s just shining.”

Even people from other regions of Russia go to Kuchki to see a healer. Sometimes the woman herself has to leave the village. For example, several times she was invited to treat the afflicted in Moscow. True, as the pensioner admits, she does not like the capital. There are many people and a dark aura over the city.

They come to Baba Chima, by the way, not only to be treated, but also to tell fortunes or remove damage. It can “charge” from spoilage both plain water and strong drinks, such as cognac or vodka.

“I once stayed in Kazan and sat with friends in a cafe,” recalls the healer. - And at the next table men ate and drank. I decided to give them a present. She asked everyone for a glass of vodka, loaded the alcohol and ordered them to drink it to the bottom.

The company laughed, and after a few minutes they were not laughing when first one, and then the other, and so on, rushed to the restroom. And I explained to them that through diarrhea the body is cleansed of damage and the evil eye.

By the way, it is easy to find out if there is damage on a person. Just look at his face. If the mouth is crooked, constantly opening and closing, then something is wrong.

And Baba Chima guesses with the help of water, a frying pan, a bowl, a sieve and candles.

“A lot of bad things are happening around,” the healer shakes her head. - Your gift should be used for good, not for evil. And people do not understand that, turning to the sorcerer with a request to impose damage or the evil eye on someone, they themselves take the side of evil.

And sorcerers, of course, do not favor me. But they can't really hurt. One here recently threw me a bag of earth from the cemetery. So I burned it, and when I met this woman, I said that she was a fool, she only knew how to scare people, but she had no strength.

When Baba Chima was already seeing me off, there was again a clatter in the hallway from under the floorboard.

“This is Dost saying goodbye to you, son. He liked you. So come again, we will treat your osteochondrosis until you become young and healthy again.”

“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 Luhansk 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 in a new place. Andrei was considered prosperous by everyone, 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 Kiev, 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.

My great-grandmother was a village healer. She helped people, but she tried not to advertise her abilities too much. Yes, nothing serious. Talk about a hernia, bring down a fever ... But, apparently, she still crossed the road for someone. She had two children - a five-year-old daughter (my grandmother) and a ten-year-old son (so that there is no confusion, then I will simply tell this story - mother, son, daughter.) Village children - constantly ran around without supervision. Once they were returning home and saw a chicken egg on the porch. Still fresh, warm, with a sticky feather. The son crushed this egg with his foot, not by chance, but because of mischief. His sister began to scold him (she was small, but housekeeping!) - how is it that, they say, the chicken on the porch was laid down, and instead of taking the egg to your mother, you translate good! The mother came out to the noise, and suddenly turned pale all over, rushed to her son, carried him into the house in her arms. She ordered her daughter to sit on the stove and not stick her head out, and she stripped the boy naked and began to rub some herbs and fumigate with smoke. He breaks out, asks for forgiveness - he thought he was being punished for a crushed egg. The girl on the stove is crying - it's a pity for her brother ... And the mother, with some kind of superhuman strength, held the child, did not explain anything, she only read prayers. When it began to get light, she said tiredly: "Well, maybe it will cost" ... On the porch, where the egg was crushed, she cut down the boards with an ax and burned it. The children went to bed. Of course, they cried, even from fear - for the first time they saw their mother in such a state ... In general, it didn’t work out. The next morning, my son's leg swelled twice and turned black. Brad has begun. The mother, when she saw it, sighed doomedly and began to collect the children - to go to the city, to the hospital. The hospital said unequivocally - gangrene, urgent amputation. They yelled at her - they say, why did she bring the child to such a state? No one believed that everything just started in the morning ... The mother categorically refused the amputation. Moreover, the reasons were more than earthly - where in the village with a one-legged child? Yes, but they got to the city like this - the chairman gave a cart (the healer once cured his wife of infertility), and all three of them were taken to the city. But the cart immediately left (suffering, and thanks to the chairman, I tore it from my heart!), And you go on somehow ... In general, she sat down near the hospital on the grass and began to cry. She prayed for a long time, then she stood up resolutely, her son on the back, her daughter by the hand - let's go. The son could not even rave anymore - he was unconscious. My five-year-old daughter has run out of tears. We went to the outskirts of the city. We approached the hut - such a solid hut, rich. Sat near the gate. They sat for a long time, but waited - the hostess came out to them. A young, very beautiful woman. She asked: "Are you bowing?" - "With bow!" And then they began to talk, but it was somehow very strange - it seems that all the words are understandable individually, but the meaning cannot be caught. The mother laid her son on the grass. She took her daughter by the hand and they ran, never even looking back. On foot, spending the night in haystacks, we reached our village. After a couple of months, the mother suddenly cheered up (and all this time she was walking blacker than clouds), she began to gather somewhere, but suddenly burst out laughing and shouted: "Meet your brother!" My daughter ran out onto the porch, and there was the chairman's familiar cart: "I was in the city, I see your cornflower is standing. I gave a ride" ... This story was told to me by my grandmother. The brother basically confirmed it, but only now he doesn’t remember anything - he remembers how he crushed the egg, he remembers how his sister “scolded” him, and then the failure - he is standing in the middle of the road, and the chairman is driving past ... But his leg is all as if covered in some scars.

Here, far from the bustle of the city, the noise of an endless stream of cars, you will breathe clean air and see the friendly faces of the villagers. It is here that the grandfather-healer from Krivandino lives, reviews of which have circled many forums about alternative medicine.

Help for the desperate

In moments when it seems that all the forces have dried up, the masses of methods and medicines of modern medicine have been tried, it remains to hope for a miracle. It is with such thoughts that people are drawn in a string, the purpose of the route of which is the Moscow region, the village of Krivandino, the healer Valentin Nikolaevich. This pleasant, calm grandfather with fatherly kindness will respond to the misfortune of everyone and help with his gift with everything he can. He heals with prayers.

His supernatural abilities, as those whom he has already helped, are able to inspire hope in desperate wives and speak a husband from drunkenness, cure a sick child from an illness. The doctor accepts visitors with children out of turn. Valentin Nikolaevich has the skill to put into hypnosis, remove damage, put up protection. His house is filled with icons and the smell of healing herbs, from which the healer makes medicinal preparations. The village of Krivandino, due to its remoteness from megacities, has a favorable ecological situation, so the plants collected in the vicinity do not contain salts of heavy metals. The healing of Valentin Nikolayevich was blessed by the rector at the Trinity-Sergius Lavra. The magician will tell you how to recover from a particular disease with the help of traditional medicine, how to maintain health with natural remedies and at home.

How to thank?

A real healer, endowed with unique abilities and knowledge, will never profit from the misfortune of a needy person. Valentin Nikolayevich does not have any kind of tariff, he helps everyone out of kindness. Visitors themselves bring him everything they want to thank. These are food products: canned food, cereals, sweets, tea, coffee, homemade preparations. Whoever wishes, leaves him money in the amount that he decides to give himself. The healer takes some gifts to the orphanage. So noble and sympathetic is the heart of a rural magician, who is known in every home. To a direct question about payment, the healer grandfather from Krivandino, whose reviews are extremely positive, replies that absolutely nothing is needed. However, any work should be rewarded, and if you are going to visit it, think about this moment.

How to get there?

The grandfather-healer does not keep an appointment. From Krivandino, reviews from fellow villagers are only the kindest, everyone will show the way to the healer's house. You can get to the village of Krivandino by public transport (bus or train) or by car. The address where the house of the rural craftsman is located: Moscow region, Shatursky district, Krivandino village, Tsentralnaya street, house 88. You need to go by train to the Krivandino station - Kazan direction of the Moscow railway. By car, you can drive along Novoryazanskoye or Egoryevskoye highways. Motorists recommend Novoryazanskoye Highway due to the more satisfactory condition of the roadway. Reception strictly from 7.00 to 13.00. Visitors who regularly come to it recommend planning a trip for Wednesday or Thursday, as there are many people who want to get to the village of Krivandino on weekends. Healer Valentine also does not receive the afflicted during Holy Week of Lent. Sunday and Monday are closed days.

Be healthy!

The grandfather-healer from Krivandino, whose reviews speak of his amazing gift, assures that all ailments and ailments in the human body happen from an imbalance in the nervous system. Claims that energy treatment is effective, balancing frequencies. Valentin Nikolayevich believes in God, in his thoughtful creation of a person who must actively move, eat right and live fully up to at least 85 years old. The secret of longevity and the absence of disease, according to the healer, is in cleansing the body. He advises a Russian bath, drinking clean water (at least 1.5 liters a day), cleansing with enemas, and strengthening the immune system. Valentin Nikolayevich in no way denies modern medicine, and even recommends regularly taking tests for the timely detection of pathologies.