On a warm spring morning, I got ready to go fishing and grabbed my metal detector. Having arrived at the place, I slowly laid out my fishing rods and began to wait for a bite. The fish weren’t biting very well, so I decided to walk around the field and look around. Having climbed higher up the river and saw someone wandering in the distance with a metal detector, I, of course, decided to approach the stranger and ask him why he was searching in this area because there was no ancient tract or village nearby. During our conversation, the stranger explained to me that he had already searched here several times and had come across coins from the time of Alexander III to the early Soviets. Looking around, I really noticed that the place was quite heavily dug. Forgetting about fishing, I hastily went to get my metal detector. Taking the device and a shovel, I went to the place where the comrade was digging. When I turned on the device, something strange was happening to it, it turned itself off and the detection depth sharply decreased, I realized that most likely my batteries were dead. Fortunately, the comrade who was digging not far from me gave me his spare ones, and I, delighted, continued the search. I came across a shmurdyak and some fragments of ancient objects. Wandering around the field, I noticed a small clearing not covered with grass. I immediately went to the clearing, waving my ICQ from side to side. I came across fragments of burnt stove bricks and fragments of ceramics, and I immediately realized that it was worth walking around here. I came across horse meat and a couple of killed coins from unknown eras. It was already evening outside and I went home. I became very interested in what was in this field, looking at the old maps, it turns out that this place was the intersection of old roads and that’s all. Where the fragments of burnt brick and other accompaniments ended up there is still a mystery to me.
Sent by comrade Roman M.
