In July 2008, my friends and I went to rest on the Sukhodolskoye Lake in Len. region They arrived at their parking lot, laid out their things and everyone began to go about their own business. I took a bucket and a knife and went into the forest to my mushroom places. I get to my mushroom place for an hour. I collected a full bucket of porcini mushrooms. I wanted more mushrooms, left the bucket on the path and entered the forest, found myself near a large hole in the form of a funnel. There were many mushrooms in the pit - chanterelles. I collected them in a bag, got up and saw a second similar pit with mushrooms nearby and collected them by choice, got up and saw a third pit with mushrooms, but I didn't pick mushrooms anymore, since the bag was full.
I decided to return to my path, where I left a bucket of mushrooms. There was no trail nearby. I returned again to the first hole, where my foot slipped, took six seven steps to the path from where I came out, but there was no path there either. I began to look for a path around all the pits, but it was not there, and the forest was suspicious, a windbreak around, which I had never met there, like these pits.
Frightened, I decided to ask my deceased husband to take me to his path with mushrooms. asked three times and after five six steps was on my path next to my bucket of mushrooms. She asked for her husband, since I knew this forest well, for 12 years. I returned to my parking lot, everyone was amazed at my story. Every year I go to the forest and come to my path with mushrooms, but I don't see these holes and windbreaks anymore, they just aren't there! I know this forest well, since I started driving in 2001.