Alice and her girlfriend Raisa were often walking in the evenings. It was a kind of tradition. Alice spent his grandmother every summer. Nature in the village is just charming, walking and enjoying beauty is a continuous pleasure for the eyes and soul. Somehow the girlfriends were slaughtered at the cemetery. They walked among the tombstones and discussed everyone, looked at the date of death, tried to guess what did not become a person. Then Alice’s gaze caught on a picture of a very nice guy. He was not thirty years ago. He was only a year older than a girl then.

The guy in the photo was surprisingly good. “If he would be alive, I would certainly marry him,” Alice smiled. She began to fantasize about a possible common future. The guy was called Nicholas. The girlfriend only laughed at her and the heat. And Alice removed his ring from her finger and put a boy on the moril. -Mola, will you be my fiance? Then the girls went on and forgot about the ring. At night, Alice was already going to sleep when someone knocked on the door loudly. Grandma was already sleeping.

The girl was surprised and went to the window to look at the one who knocks. On the doorstep she saw a guy from a photo on the grave. -Go for me, I came to the marriage, -he said. From the horror experienced, the girl got wounded. And then she somehow weakened and lay down in bed. The vision came to her every night. Every day she was getting worse. Then she dared to talk about everything grandmother. All this horror stopped only when the grandmother brought to the priest’s house. Then Alice was reduced to the church. She then began to feel better, and the vision stopped. Many in our lives are absolutely incomprehensible events.