A ruble from the grandson of an earthly grandfather! (Competitive story of a digger!)

It’s no secret that all diggers dream of finding treasure. And not so much for the sake of profit, but in order to experience the primitive feeling of victory.  They make enormous efforts, travel many kilometers off-road, dig up tons of soil, spend a lot of time and money and, of course,  are waiting for «rewards»for their efforts. Even the smallest find: a coin or a cross, will be no less valuable payment for considerable efforts. Hope, faith and perseverance drive these people. I fell ill with treasure hunting by accident, after a trip to the sea, where while diving with a mask I found a golden cross with an icon.

After much doubt whether to keep the find or not, I decided to take everything to the church, and that’s what I did. And since then the desire to search and find has not left me. Upon arriving home, the first thing I did was go to the store and buy a metal detector that I had enough money for. And away we go… Forgetting about my favorite fishing, I spent every day with MD. Time flew from switching on to switching off in one second. I came home only in the evening, sat down at the computer, looked at old maps, studied the history of my region. I was surprised how many interesting historical events took place in our area: peasant uprisings, the rebellion of Emelyan Pugachev, the construction of a copper smelter. And then one evening I saw on the map, in my opinion, a promising place where I could dig. It seemed to me that there were the outlines of the streets of a disappeared village. After waiting for the weekend, I went there. Arriving at the point, I discovered that these were not streets, but a system of small irrigation canals. I walked around and wandered around for several hours, during which time I came across one iron «shmurdyak». At the next signal we had to dig a small hole. Being carried away by my cop, I did not notice how a herd of cows appeared behind me, on the other side of the water ditch. I heard a ringing voice and the crack of a whip. Turning around, I saw a shepherd boy about 16 years old, red-haired, freckled.
-What are you digging here? — He asked with interest.
-I want to find coins.
The boy curiously began to ask what and how. I told him that I myself know about treasure hunting. After he listened to me, he said:
-So you need to go up that mountain over there and look there. People used to live there.
After chatting a little more, we said goodbye and I went to the indicated place, not far away, about 500 meters.
Yes, it looks like there was something here before. The boy said it right!
And then a clear coin signal sounds under my coil, usually like the ringing of an aluminum tin can. I start digging and almost immediately I see a good coin, Nicholas II, a silver ruble! I was pounding, my joy knew no bounds, my adrenaline was going through the roof. I walked around the house all evening in a good mood and mentally thanked the red shepherd.

In the morning I decided to bring him a gift as a token of gratitude. Arriving at the same place, while the herd and the shepherdess were not there, I decided to go with MD to the place where I still came across a lot of good things!
Later, from the mountain I saw a herd and went to it. As I approached, I saw another shepherd: a middle-aged man.
-Hello, where is this red-haired guy? — I asked.
He looked at me with a blank look:
-What red-haired guy?
— The one who grazed these cows yesterday.
-What are you talking about? I’ve been herding here for almost a week, alone, you’re confusing something.
Confused, I wandered to my car and wondered all the way home who this guy was. Maybe it was the grandson of the earthly grandfather? I didn’t dig in that place anymore, it started raining, it started snowing.
But I still visited that place to give a gift. I buried him in the place where I saw the red-haired boy.

Sent by comrade Vladimir G.