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One scientist once shared a revelation about the existence of the human soul. According to him, the human soul resembles a wisp of smoke. Since no one has seen death in the face, and those who have seen it have not returned, his statement so far claims to be only another hypothesis, no matter how famous the scientist was.

But one day I found confirmation of this. One morning I went to visit a sick aunt. The aunt is a heroic mother, she gave birth to eleven children at the age of forty-five. She was lying on her back in bed, shaking, looking like a child and crying like a child. And her frightened children were circling around and also crying. Seeing me, she asked where my mother was and when I told her she was home, she asked me to call her urgently.

«Tell her that auntie is not feeling well,» she said.

That day she died. My mother was with her until the last minute, and when she returned home late, she shared her terrible observations.

“When she was dying, a stream of black smoke came out of her mouth, like her last breath,” she said. My mother was a simple, illiterate woman. And she knew nothing about discoveries, about the human soul. She said what she saw.

Many years later, in Issyk-Kul, I heard a story from a local resident. He also claimed that he had seen people off on their last journey many times, and that the human soul was like a stream of smoke.

«It is like a thin stream of smoke,» he specified. He also looked like a simple worker. It is unlikely that he read scientific works about the human soul.

This is what surprises me. Surprises and amazes. Three different people, completely unfamiliar with each other, made the same discoveries. This means that the soul really does exist, no matter how much the materialists deny it. This means that there is another, more perfect and just world – Hell and Heaven…