I cannot explain this incident even now, although twelve years have passed. I still don't know if it was a hint or a trap or a joke. I have never been to that place again. And there was no one to joke there.
I was just starting to do metal detecting and they brought me to an abandoned remote village. Rather, on a pond, and about a kilometer beyond the river this village was located. In the pond, fish were raised and a guard was constantly on duty, there is where to spend the night and I decided to stay with the overnight stay, and the next day to go home.
Summer, mosquitoes, all the delights of a summer cop and waist-deep grass. But will it stop? Time for lunch, had a snack, took water with me and went, there were no paths, it took about twenty minutes, the bridge across the river, though flimsy, was still there. I uncovered the device and where the grass is lower there and climbed. There were few finds, but there were a couple of Tsarist coins of Nicholas II and early tips of five coins. And basically, the tin of the cork is the remains of agricultural machinery, axes in different preservation and there is little color and the shells from the civil war, surprisingly a lot. I didn't take iron then. But I was happy with these findings and believed that the day was not in vain.
Meanwhile, the sun began to decline. I entered the village quite deeply, and it was necessary to turn back. And then I heard voices, I thought to myself, well, that's who it brought in the evening. But there was no wind and voices were approaching, although there were no bushes or buildings for three hundred meters, the village was no longer only house pits. I didn't see anyone, and the voices were approaching !!! The speech became intelligible, I heard what they were talking about, but I did not see anyone! They did not turn to me, but talked among themselves about where to look for the treasure, argued, one insisted on the treasure at the cedar, and the other said that they plowed there and found nothing, so the treasure was buried in the log. In the end, we agreed that we need to look in the log and, before reaching me, about five meters, if I may put it that way, they began to move away. And after about five minutes they stopped completely. There was no fear, it was a little scary then,when I slept there. But at night there was nothing of the kind, in vain I was afraid. When I returned to the pond, I asked the guard who had arrived, and he replied that how you were brought, there was no one else. I didn't tell him about the voices. And the road to the village is one. No one to joke! We sat by the fire, had a snack and sleep.
In the morning, I did not go to the village and did not climb the logs, there were three of them, in which they did not specify to look for votes. I had a snack, waited until they came for me and was no longer in those places. Maybe in vain? Or maybe not, who knows?
Igor Sipkin