The past season initially did not promise adventures. At the beginning of the year, the youngest son was born, and the eldest just turned six, what a long race there is. Therefore, before the start of the season, before it turned green, I stuck around on the Internet, studying maps of the area in search of something interesting. The main criterion was “quickly ran, while you can dig and quickly come back.”
Moscow is, of course, an old city and wherever you dig, there will be history, but I didn’t want to study this history from traffic jams collected in a park or on the beach.
As a result, a half-hour walk from the house I dug up a place – a reach of the Moscow River, where a village once stood. Now there is a park there, but the river bank is steep and vacationers cannot get there.
At work I built myself a scuba and at the first opportunity I went out for a test run. The first time I cast a net (also known as a scuba net), the net arrived with old corks, modern and Soviet ones, and a huge number of rusty nails…
And so, anticipating finding something like that, I went on a third outing. At first, everything went the same way: an abundance of nails and pieces of tin, glass and ceramic fighting… Only rare coins fueled interest and did not allow us to return home ingloriously. While searching, I came out into a small cove. Streams, which had obviously been flowing down the slope for decades, cut through a small ravine, washing up sand. Two trees growing along the edges of the bay acted as natural breakwaters. A familiar indistinct signal, I checked, there were several coins in my hand. I pass it again, over the same place… Again there is blackness and an indistinct signal. Digging… and again a few coins. After the fifth run, I was overcome with excitement. I put the metallic aside and began to bite into the reach like a real shrew. The overwhelming emotions are difficult to describe; they can only be compared with the “gold rush”. In this state, I cleared about half a meter of the reach (with a significant amount of coins raised), and then the bell rang. Wife!!! That’s exactly how I felt right now! Like, he promised to come back and do some things… And here I have…
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I won’t describe the itching that haunted me during the work week, or the colorful dreams every night. But until the end of the season, every weekend, when alone, when with small ones, I dug this reach with enthusiasm. The result is more than a thousand coins and a lot of accessories, jewelry, badges, etc. – in general, everything that the ancestors lost in a small but lively village for 400 years.
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