The troubles began in the morning. First the lights went out, then the heaviest snowfall began, the likes of which we had never seen before. Then the frost hit - about forty degrees. The village froze - something bad was beginning. The chairman of the collective farm, Ivan Petrovich, tapped the keys on the phone, blew into the receiver with tension - nothing. What's happened? We urgently need to run to the office, maybe the phone is working there. Having jumped out of the gate, Ivan Petrovich stopped abruptly and raised his head. He had never seen anything like this before. Along the entire circumference of the village, beyond the outskirts, from the very sky to the ground, the northern lights blazed. An unbeliever, although recently he has already begun to doubt, especially since the country’s leadership believes, Ivan Petrovich began to remember God. Despite the early morning, the streets were full of people. Old people and children, men and women all looked at the miracle. Many prayed, especially women. The northern lights lasted for about ten minutes. However, there was no light in the village, and there was no communication either. In vain Ivan Petrovich tormented the office telephone. Silence.