How I went on a treasure tour

05 April 2011 Travel time: with 21 august 2010 on 22 august 2010
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For her birthday, the Wife decided to make an unusual gift. Knowing that I am interested in the history of Russia, she gave me the Treasure Tour. Surprised. I didn’t sleep well the day before, tossed and turned, worried, although I graduated from the East Faculty, but I hadn’t done such things before. And here it is early morning, standing on Vykhino near the metro. A red SUV on huge wheels pulls up. I sit down and get to know each other. A peasant, about forty years old, introduced himself as Sasha, it turned out that he was also a historian. Our path was not close - beyond Shatura into the forests. Even before the traffic jams, we slipped through the Moscow Ring Road, then three hours of good progress and we were there. It turns out that in the area where he brought me, there are a lot of tracts, villages were evicted in the 60s, there are sandy roads, huge clearings in the forest and a couple of abandoned churches. We reached the city of Misheronsky and left it to the North.

The guide, as I understand it, has been engaged in "instrument search" for a long time (as he himself called this activity), in the forest as at home, he told all sorts of stories from life and about these places. Nature, I want to note, is simply amazing there - a pine forest with almost no undergrowth and moss, like a carpet. I was given a shovel and a metal detector, Sasha explained how to use this miracle. All in anticipation of untold riches, I set off in search)). In the first hour, I dug out four vodka corks and a couple of nails. Then it went better, at the second hour I found a copper button, a broken cross and a buckle. Sasha said that it was from horse harness. For each squeak of the device, the heart responded with arrhythmia. An hour later, I see a fire in the corner of the meadow. We ate, we smoked, we talked. Things got better after the meal. The conductor also walks with the apparatus, digs. Soon, for another "bite", I pulled out a copper coin with the inscription "Denga" and the date 1748! Here it is!


Knock-knock heart, hands trembling! For some reason, my guide did not have such euphoria. Apparently already fed up. Until the evening I found another coin "Polushka" of 1735. Tired as a dog out of habit. When the sun began to set, I was taken to the hotel. Didn't expect something like this to exist. It turns out that this is a hunters' house right on a cliff above the Klyazma, with a shower, a bathhouse and a clean bed. Collapsed and slept like a baby. I woke up early in the morning myself. We had breakfast and went back to the forest. Primers alternated sandy areas with puddles. After about seven kilometers from the overnight stay, a dilapidated church jumped out of the forest. It turns out that we were driving along an abandoned postal road from Yegoryevsk to Vladimir. Sasha said that a kilometer behind the church in the forest were the remains of the royal prison. The stage spent the night there on the way to Vladimirsky Central, and from Vladimir went to Siberia. A couple of kilometers from this place, we continued our search.

The device squeaked, the day cleared up, the treasures beckoned with a dim light. Of course, I understood that finding a treasure is a rare success, but the state itself! Something from childhood, a sense of a fairy tale. By lunchtime, I dug out a silver coin: 10 kopecks, 1824. It was a really interesting find! Shouted with happiness to the whole forest, frightened the guide)). Such adrenaline! Already at the end of our trip, another find was a nickel from 1780 with the monogram of Catherine II. At first, I didn’t even understand what I dug up, he was so healthy. How could you lose? There were also all sorts of copper fragments, a bell from a troika, a bent teaspoon, but, alas, not silver.

As they entered, they began to gather. I don’t remember the way back - I dozed off, tired of all the adventures. This is how I got the "tour for the treasure". Thanks honey. In the spring we will go again, but together.

Translated automatically from Russian. View original
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