It was getting dark. The red-and-white clouds were slowly melting in the sharp tops of the dark green forest. Silence. Only the rare breeze tickle the old birch, which in return will quarrel quiet whispers of leaves. A lone mosquito, apparently slept through their seasons, with a disgruntled buzz flew in search of prey, and disappeared in the distance to no avail. -Alexey! Go drink some tea though!- it sounded like a thunder in the clear sky. From the open window seemed cheerful girl with lush curly hair Golden color. - Again on their the search?- she asked, with serious look black eyebrows knotted together. Alyosha knew this look. The look that any adult will make you feel like a student before a teacher. -Yeah. Gotta run an errand before it gets dark. - Aleshka answered, putting on an old working uniform with the inscription "Rostelecom". Alyosha ran into the house, filled a small plastic bottle with water and taking the keys, ran outside, along the way almost faced with the father. -Well, you as always? At the same place?- asked he was smiling father-in-law. -Yeah. I'll dig in there. Think, would still anything can find the money. All the more far already there is no reason to go, soon it gets dark. answered Alyosha, on the go wearing black galoshes. Snapped trunk you think Jolly old "Emphasis" and in his shallow space appeared Chinese backpack olive color of. Lying next to a shovel with a wooden handle, which, on the opposite side from the bayonet adorned with metal handle, welded by the boys. It was uncool in appearance, but glistened like a mirror from frequent use. The detector was assembled in a minute. Batteries with gabarnica famously migrated to the few still whole pockets. Over the shoulder thrown old dirty green bag from under the Soviet gas mask. Aleshka looked after her early in the summer in the garage at the father-in-law. -A handy bag for baggage. - thought he. As it turned out, she was not very comfortable, often hindering to sit down for the next discovery. But she was necessary to him, because some findings, such as the spout of the samovar, very uncomfortable lying in the pocket. -Well, in a way! - Aleshka told about himself, pulling dirty, not yet washed from the last COP, rubberized gloves of blue color. Pro" path " was said too loudly. Just to climb over the fence and walk 200 meters on a sloping field. It took about 10 minutes on the strength, but even such a short time seemed to Alyosha eternity. It's been so hard for him these two weeks in town. Town ,where there is constant hustle and bustle, where there is never enough time and always monotonous life. He finally escaped to freedom, particularly the freedom from the thoughts, do not let your peace for a minute. Old wooden fence made of poles, he overcame quickly. However, the lower pole flew off the groove and Alyoshka, losing balance, almost fell into a nettle growing near. Swearing quietly, he went on to meet his little adventure. The path, trampled by him in the last two months, passed along the river with a steep Bank. Brisk swallows, hearing the steps, a bullet flew from their nests in the sandy cliff. And something chirping, wrote out pirouettes in the air. Downstairs quietly and steadily carried their water river. Here it was not great. But somewhere there, for many hundreds of miles, turned into a formidable White sea. Fishermen sitting on a rocky shore, waiting for the evening bite. And something fun discussing, and not noticing the person passing by. Making friends with a COP, Alyosha completely forgot about fishing. And before his ears do not pull away from the rods. In these two Hobbies he found something in common, close to the heart of the lesson, when you create intrigue, what is there on the end of a fishing line or piece of land. Here is a small ravine, overgrown with wormwood and nettle. Most likely, in ancient times, there was a stream. -Probably the brook disappeared under the Soviet regime, when they built the road and drained the swamp. At least father-in-law doesn't know anything about this stream. thought Alyosha, and passed through the thicket of nettles. He has already tested this ravine, but in addition to black metal, jangling every inch of wiring, found nothing. Rising from the ravine, Alyosha enabled device. This was an old kind "Turk" 30 model. He took her hand, for a small price. Inspired by the video with the COP Alyosha did not take expensive device, thinking that a COP may not like it. But it is very very wrong. Almost every the exit in this field yielded him a small, but ancient trophy. From the Soviet times did not get caught. Well, except that a few early Soviet kopecks, lost in haymaking. The signal was not long in coming. A black ground spilled silver piece of metal. "Again this infection" Alyosha swore and lifted the cork from the bottle from under penicillin. This stuff here lying in bulk. -But what can you do to dig.thought Alyosha went on, hoping that the next discovery will be much more interesting. But the next 15 minutes of discovery were such that they have the place in the same bag of gas mask. Quietly rustled the coil, touching the sharp remnants of cut grass. Device something occasionally muttering about black metal. Alyosha, who thought about something, suddenly brought out of this state a short and sonorous signal. Yeah, that signal was like a breath of fresh air to him. The first thought: "Coin!!!". Alyosha tried to ward off this thought, fearing jinx it. More often it turned out to be a tin can. Half a minute, and a square clod of earth lay beside the pit. A few seconds and the fist along with the earth rang out the signal. - Nu finally, the kind the most! thought Alyosha, sat down on the grass and lit a cigarette. He gently rubbed copper kruglyash, where clearly it seemed the letters "MITE". This was already the third such coin on this field. "The year 1735. Exhausted by a long man, hobbling on the right leg, wearily walks towards the village. Faded from time and sweat caftan pulls the sash, for which the axe is plugged. Over his right shoulder slung knapsack color of withered leaves, in that case hammered more seeds uncut grass. At some point, fatigue takes its toll, and a person can not resist falling into the grass. All good Kubar flies to the ground, including a canvas bag, nice ringing…» So imagine Alyosha lost in those early year coins. Smoke and examined the find, he stood up and slowly walked on. Again couple of finds in the form of wire cooled the fervor. - Again wire! -flashed the thought in my head. But to find the "wire" was not possible. Find constantly somewhere vanished from his hand. And here is appeared the brink, not a similar on at face value. Brushing from the earth, and be making out, Alyosha realized that it was the shield ring. Deepening in it meant, that perhaps he was once with stumbling. Not giving special value to the discovery, Alyosha moved on. After five steps, the device appeared previous value. A little time and duel with characters saw the light. He was quite short, we can say child. A quarter of an hour in gabarnitsa were already half a dozen rings from small to large. -That any, at once some ! - surprised Alyosha. But was very glad to have such interesting finds. And they were all whole, except for the first foundling. "A small but very beautiful girl with Golden hair, fun runs across the freshly cut field. There in the distance, behind a small ravine, working in the fields with her older sisters and mother. She brings them lunch in the bundle from the once-white tablecloth, clumsily knitted children's little hands. When he reached the family, she wept bitterly. -Mother! I lost the ring my father gave me! whispered the girl, and large tears streamed from her beautiful blue eyes. This ring was very expensive to her. Dad gave daughters in ringlet, when he left to work in the city but never returned. It reminded her of her father.…» Alyosha went on, trying to drive away such strange but real thoughts. The fervor died down and he turned towards the house. The sun almost disappeared over the horizon, and a cool breeze from time to time swayed the remains of uncut grass. The signals were regular, but all the finds were flying straight to the very pale green bag, until finally the boys didn't get out of the land of a strange object, more like a stone. Only by clearing the ground, he realized that it was a figurine of an animal or a bird made of metal. Even without enough experience, Alyosha, it became clear that this discovery is much older than those caught previously. It was more like a bird decorated with a simple ornament. - Looks like some kind of suspension.- thought Alyosha and was rights. "The duck is the ancestor of everything on earth. "Duck eggs on the lap of the Mother of the Waters, and from them arises the world: Not dead eggs in the mud; And pieces in the moisture of the sea; But a wonderful change; And has undergone a transformation: from an egg, From the bottom, Left mother earth wet; From the egg, from the top, Stood in the high arch of heaven; of the yolk, from the top, the Sun was white; Of the squirrel, from the top, Clear the month came; From the egg, from the motley part, the Stars became in the sky; Of eggs, from the dark side, Clouds in the air appeared.» Our ancestors, from Finno-Ugric tribes, when inhabited these harsh lands, did not think that after many centuries, an ordinary guy from a small village will find traces of them. These traces are few, but they are. You just need to look. And these findings will tell us about an interesting and mysterious ancient world where people were on a par with nature...
Potap - Russia
