Good evening!
Digger Sasha writes to you from the city of Kyiv. I’m 15. I started getting interested in instrument search last spring. Honestly, it’s been head over heels, but now it’s winter and snow, and my soul is asking to go to the fields… I’m digging with my comrades, mainly in old villages and farmsteads; they’ve already scoured almost the entire Zhytomyr region in search of antiquities. My story is about one of these sorties.
So, I woke up in the morning to a phone call, I picked up the phone and heard — the comrades are already waiting in the yard. I quickly got ready, threw the ICQ into the bag and hit the road. We got into the car, drove to the sandy ground and got stuck. They tried to push — It didn’t work out, we just got stuck even more. Then we somehow got out with difficulty, but we didn’t go any further and didn’t risk it, since it was a complete swamp. We looked at the map and found an interesting farm not far from us. According to my grandmother’s stories, my great-great-great-grandfather lived there, who was very rich.
We arrived at the place and took out the instruments, and according to tradition, I took candy and a chekushka with vodka and treated it to the earthen one. I started looking, there were a lot of corks and wire, but besides the shmurdyak there were interesting finds, such as a silver ring, early Soviets in good condition and an artillery button. There were some discoveries and I decided to move away from my friends a little.
I approached the second house and wandered around there, picked up a couple of tips, when suddenly I saw a green Zhiguli ahead, from which a man got out and started looking at me. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, goosebumps appeared on my skin, I felt hot and cold, and my vision began to darken, and a feeling of terrible anxiety appeared. Some unknown force drove me out of that place. I didn’t resist and quickly ran to the car and hid the device and shovel in the trunk. The comrades also slowly approached the car. A large black jeep drove up to us, from which two men, women and children (one of them the tenant of the field) got out and attacked us like: «why are you digging here in our field, trampling the crops?&# 187; (which was not close there). The women also screamed, fussed, said: «Call the police!!!», but they never called. 
They tried to disperse peacefully, but no, the tenant swore, screamed, then snatched the AT-PRO from the boy and broke it into two parts. At that very moment, the evil tenant turned very white and fainted, everyone began to swarm around him, and we got into the car and drove away from grief. We have such an extreme mystical cop, I myself am a very religious person and I always appease the earthly grandfather Khabar, and I advise you!
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