A story in verse, a cop with Minelab Mushketeer – old men don’t rust (Competitive story of a digger)

Hello everyone. My name is Sergey, Yoshkar-Ola. I offer my opus story in verse. I hope that these verses will not get lost among others. The addition to the story will be below. I hope for the main prize, because what a bad soldier is if he doesn’t dream of being a general. So:

Weekdays are the days of the digger

 

Hello, comrades: everyone who is on the cop.

And also for those who are just on their butt-

However, like me — sits and gets bored,

Dreams about meeting grandfather Khabar.

I’m not an artist, not a great poet-

But I want to make a modest rap on a winter day.

Brother purchased Minelab Mushketeer-

(I don’t know the price — erased from memory.)

10 years have passed — “The Musketeer” continues unabated.

Serves, but does not rust!

Somehow they drove into the neighboring area.

Kopari experience in the village was made.

They “beat” the hollow – there was a good signal,

It’s a pity, it turned out to be a cast iron shmurdyak.

“Bili”  the priest’s area, field,

Also underground in a dismantled house.

The day was successful, it passed unnoticed-

Still, I found a piece of silver worth 2 pengos.

We were digging under a spruce tree on a tip,

There on a clear day we saw the lights.

But they didn’t find it, and there’s no experience.

They drove home (with a dozen coins).

Next time we arrived late.

5 meters away we saw: — trace r-o-ovny,

There is a distinct impression of a pot in the hole.

Well, who’s hand went up!!!???

My brother gave the Musketeer to me for free.

I, at least a little, did some digging.

Mother-in-law walked through the area with MDha,

Cross, rings — where did it come from?

I decided to do some digging — Internet available:

! A rich neighbor lived next to his mother-in-law!

Stable, barns… By the way, it was not empty.

Well, he was a bigwig, well — financial ace!!

Now times are not the same as they were.

Buratins lived in the village then…

The plot has been cut down and given to the collective farm as a private property.

And what grows there?? It’s not the collective farmer’s fault…

I’ve kind of gone off the topic of coins.

MD loaded, boldly went into the field.

No one has ever bent a shovel here before me.

For the whole weekend — I’m on a Koparsky spree!…

Autumn, spring, autumn has come again.

The hand is not tired of shoveling the arable land.

My homework summed up its results:

About a hundred coins. Hammer!!

Kopecks-queens, kopecks, shmurdyak,

Where is the silver? Well, at least it’s a small trifle?

Grandfather gave me a piece of marigold,

He’s a bit of a leaker.

What a grandpa, what a joker!

Voice: “You didn’t pour it down my collar”!

-“Okay, grandpa, I’ll fix the reason.

I’ll throw you a few drops.

Also have a little bit of candy.”

That’s how Khabar joked with me.

Cast iron probably doesn’t work for me here.

Even grandpa Khabar won’t highlight it.

The relatives did their best here with the cast iron.

Bathhouse for scrapping — family in chocolate.

A nickel was found in the field as a bonus.

If Katerina lived, I would tell her — “high five”…

But spring is coming, I’ll go out into the field again,

With me is “Musketeer”, or “Gart!” — who knows?..

My grandfather, he had the most honest rules,

I couldn’t think of anything better.

I respect — he forced, —

What the cast iron just hid.

There it lies, for whom it waits,

Me, or a wanderer will wander in?

But I’m not greedy, let it be found

Comrade needs some swag.

 

Wives, friends, be wiser!

For your husbands, understanding is more important,

In a hobby, the reciprocity of love will preserve!

Let him go to the field, but he shouldn’t drink!

Second ending

Field, village, attic and foundation-

It’s time to put the comrade  postAment!

So much history he saved.

Let him dig, as long as he doesn’t drink.

The only man who lived said that he saw a glow under a Christmas tree not far from his house. So we looked under it. And it was necessary to walk nearby too. There was no experience. After some time we went there, but found a hole dug 5 meters away with a clear imprint of the bottom from the pot.

We went to the neighboring region, there I found a coin of 2 pengos from 1938, it is unknown how it got there.

Sorry for the quality of the photo. Here are 2 pengos from 1938 and 5 kopecks from 1827 with a hole.

There were 5 crosses. Found it on a patch of 5×8 meters.

   Below is a field behind the mother-in-law’s plot, where about 100 coins were found. Including Catherine’s nickel, which I have already exchanged for coins with US presidents. I didn’t take a photo. For some reason I didn’t find any silver coins. Here in the photo is my old Minelab Mushketeer Adventure. But I would like to have a new one. My mother-in-law’s neighbor in ancient times was rich, so there are a lot of coins in the field (and there will be more). Also, at the site of the broken bathhouse, my mother-in-law and my wife saw a glow, where the mortgage was then found by the living owners.    My grandfather was not poor either. At one time dispossessed. But he left something. But we haven’t found it yet. Yes, other but familiar people live in that place.    So what is in verse is reality. Thank you for the interesting competition. With respect Sergey, but you can also corobot Comrades, to participate in the competition, send your stories from the cop with interesting photos by email: hobby.detecting@gmail.com What can you win in competition for the 2016 season? All details about the prizes here.