Midnight party
I heard this story from a Russian woman Masha.
Many years ago she was a tractor drive in one of the new Russian collective farms which was restored after the Second World War.
Masha was driving a tractor in this farm and sometimes she used it kind of "illegally". On Fridays she drove her tractor from work to go to some dance parties in a local dance club to attract young men. And of course she got lots of compliments, cigarettes and small glass of vodka for a good health.
That Friday night Masha was drunk a bit and on her way back home she felt a sleep on a big empty land.
Then some one woke her up.
It was a young girl and a few other girls were standing near by. They all laughed and run away, waiving Masha to follow them.
The land was full of people. The people were dancing, singing or just talking in groups.
Masha wiped her eyes, but it was not a dream. Those were real people. Some of them nodded and smiled to her. The women were looking at her clothes and touched her short bright red hair. They were laughing.
One young man started to sing a very beautiful song and Masha sat near to listen, then danced a bit.
Later Masha did noticed how she felt a sleep again.
When she woke up the land was empty.
May be it's a dream she thought. She drove home and told her girlfriends about the dream. Her friends thought she drank too much and it was just a dream.
One evening, about a months after, and old woman knocked to Masha's house and asked to tell her about
that night.
Masha told her the story. And the woman was wiping her eyes, crying a bit.
"Do you know, - the woman said, - it was a village on that place. The village I was from, a big village before the war. Then the Nazis came there, brought everyone to one house and burned it. My mother told me to go to my aunt to another city, to help her with the children, because my uncle was in Soviet Army. I think my mother felt something, she gave me all her good clothes, talked about the time I will get married. On the train station we were crying, it was the last time we sow each other. My mother, my father, my brothers and my grandmothers. They were kissing and hugging me all in tears. It was the last time. I still see my grandmother waiving me from the train station window. They all were at that burned house".
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