Earth Grandfather lives underground. It protects everything that is there, hides and hides. He partes with his property reluctantly, but if you ask permission to make a find, and thank him verbally, and cajole him and treat him with a sip of beer, he will have mercy and give away what he himself does not need. Sometimes he doesn’t even keep track, he loses sight of a coin or a cross of some kind - and the reel is right there, waving and squeaking, and the shovel is already digging and throwing the earth, taking away the little thing. It’s a shame for Grandfather, and then he jokes his earthly jokes. My story is about them.

I once went to visit Grandfather in one village. It was a small village, only three courtyards and a small manor house. Apparently, those gentlemen were not very noble and rich.
In that village before me, no one fanned the earth with reels or bothered with sharp shovels: throw in useless metal, don’t throw it over, not a single hole-burrower, copper-green coins show their barrels straight to the sun.
I walk around the village, collecting cross coins, and don’t forget to thank Grandfather and treat him. Yes, only after a handful of money and copper kopecks did I become proud and thirsty for silver coins. So he directly said to Grandfather: “Why are you, Zemlyanoy, giving me all the copper? Didn’t I treat you to beer? I splashed it right into the hole! Didn’t I bury the holes behind me? I don’t want any more copper coins! I want to find a silver one! Don’t refuse , Grandfather!".
I repented and moved on. I only managed to take a step when I heard a voice coming from underground, and it was so loud! Well, I think Grandfather heard my small request! He dug lightly, and lo and behold, it was indeed a coin! And it’s like what I asked for - “2 kopecks IN SILVER” is written, but only copper!

And then there was another incident in the same village. I’m walking along the field path, making my way along the edge of the field. Something frivolous and ordinary comes across. And then suddenly I take out a shapeless, heavy and angular lump from the ground. I cleaned it and dusted it a little - STAR! The beams, however, are bent, but not broken. It is clear that it is old and has been underground for a long time. I began to wonder and remember what order a star of this shape belongs to. I didn’t remember anything suitable, so I decided to wash it in a nearby stream.
I washed it and realized that it was grandpa’s joke! It turned out to be not a star at all, although it is similar in shape. And the overlay is a decoration for the master’s furniture!

Cross in teeth

So in another place Grandfather joked, and not just, but straight out a riddle, so much so that I only received the answer a year later.
The land in our area is poor and barren; in other places there is pure sand. But walking along field and forest roads is a pleasure: digging is easy, copper-bronze does not become overgrown with greenery, it just lies there as if lost.
This is the path I followed. All the crosses and scale coins came across. And not so deep! Beauty straight up! Well, it’s a well-known thing: ringing - a shovel - “thank you” to Grandfather - a little thing in your pocket.
Only this time it turned out differently. The ringing sound - he dug - and in the inversion of the earthen cross lies a pectoral cross, and around it - in a semicircle, as it should be - human teeth! I took the cross - the lump fell apart, and my teeth went with it. And apart from teeth - not a bone! And the depth is a couple of inches, no more!
I wondered, wondered, judged and debated with my experienced friends - no one clarified this riddle for me. Why the cross is in the mouth, and where everything else is except the mouth is unknown.
A year-season has passed, another has arrived. I returned again to this place. As soon as I got used to swinging the reel, a local guy came up. We talked and got to know each other, this and that.
It was this little man who solved the riddle for me. The church here stood under Tsar-Father Alexei the Quiet, and next to the church, as expected, there was a graveyard, a cemetery, therefore. And when they began to establish new order in our area, the church was moved and the cemetery was leveled. That was a long time ago. But, come on, both the baptismal body and the teeth have been preserved!

Outlander

I must tell you that our places are the most Russian. Now they belong to the capital province. But it wasn't always like this. Under the regime before last, they were assigned to another province, to the one whose main city was located on Mother Oka.
What am I talking about? Yes, another joke-riddle that in our area they come from Grandfather Zemlyanoy.
At first there was no mystery. A village of a dozen and a half yards, plowed, of course - what kind of mystery is there?! And you come across everything, as it should be in such a village: rings and plaques, the kind that peasants used to decorate the harness of their wet-nurse horses, rare coins and fake corks from the villainous vodka. Grandfather received his portion of foamy beer, and therefore was not greedy with his finds.
Now the pre-winter day was beginning to set, and the miracle carriage, a self-running carriage, was soon to pick me up and carry me away to the capital city...
It was then that a riddle came from Grandfather Zemlyanoy, one that even wise men and scientists still cannot really explain!
The last coin I found in this deep Russian field is “ONE PENNY” from England, issued back in 1912!

Grandfather jokes not only in the capital province. It happens that even further away, in remote, untrodden places, you can encounter his quirks.
It was in the very outback - the far side, about three hundred miles away. The places there are deserted and untrodden. And then to say: Ivanovo province, the most indigenous Russian region! It’s far from everywhere, it’s not easy to get there.
So, my friends and I wander and walk through arable fields, meadows and ravines, everything is as usual: whoever finds a coin calls others to him, look and search around. But we don’t come across a treasure box, Grandfather doesn’t give it away! We were already depressed and sad - it’s no joke: we left the house early and dark, we forgot the morning meal and missed it, the brave bodies in the iron box were crushed and languished - but there were no good finds! The only consolation is that the weather is pleasant and the gentle sun is shining and warming.
This is how the whole day went. We recruited a little bit of everything, ordinary and ordinary. Let's go home and wash and sort out the finds. I couldn’t resist: no matter how much I felt drowsy, I decided to look at least with one eye and understand what Grandfather sent and gave this time. Among other things, there was an unclear, shapeless object, covered in earth and poisonous greenery. All you can see is that the initial letters and numbers stand out individually. I washed it with running water, but it didn’t wash, it didn’t reveal the mystery. Then I got angry and threw it into a small vessel with mild acid. The verdigris hissed, the evil green! Soon it stopped making noise and seething, disappeared and dissolved without a trace. I took out the object, washed it again with water, dried it and examined it.
In the midst of a wild, unplowed field, far from a village, in a non-capital province, Grandfather Zemlyanoy gave me a BADGE OF THE ST. PETERSBURG ARSENAL!

City jokes

These were all the jokes of the rural Grandfather. Rural - it is simpler, its riddles are not too complicated. This is understandable: life is simple, people rarely bother you. The city Grandfather will have funnier jokes!
What did you think? In the city, the fate of the Earth Grandfather is oh, how difficult: here, wherever you look, everyone strives to pick up the earth, some a yard, and some even ten fathoms! It would be nice if they could still dig with shovels. But no, beast-like excavating machines were invented! Herods, one word!
That’s why the city Grandfather’s jokes and gifts are different. He loves glass bottles, whole and broken. That's the story about them.
In my tender adolescence, I became addicted to taking promenade-walks, and not just anywhere, but in the capital’s main walk named after Nesladky, the Maloskuchny Garden. And it was not the joys of the carousel that attracted me, but the back streets of the said garden. It was in the backyard that Grandfather played a joke on me.
I noticed once in the spring, when the weeds and grass were still small and weak, that on one slope near the garden fence something seemed to gleam from the ground. He came closer and looked - the side of a small bottle stuck out, and not just a simple one, but with letters. I picked up this bottle, looked at the double-headed eagle and the word “PHARMACY”, was delighted with my grandfather’s gift and put it in my pocket. Lo and behold, there’s another one nearby, another one at a distance, a third one... In short, I filled my pockets full that time with eagled bottles!
I returned home, washed them properly, and began to think: what kind of magical place is this, where instead of red-fat worms and ground beetles, vessels that are at least a hundred years old are climbing out of Mother Earth into the light of day?
Suddenly I returned to that incomprehensible place. I now had a helper shovel with me. I stuck it in the ground - but it doesn’t go: there’s so much glass that you can’t see the stones and sand! And again: bottles and jars, in pieces and whole, glass and porcelain. I came across a tea spoon, it was copper itself, but covered with silver.
I began to look around, looking for the answer to my grandfather’s riddle. I look - the fence is high, and behind the fence - white stone houses, with domes and columns! Then, with my adolescent mind, I realized that behind the fence there was an establishment pleasing to God, that Prince Golitsyn, with his considerable money, had built it for the orphaned and sick as an offering to the capital city! Orthodox people were treated there for ailments and illnesses with potions and decoctions, tinctures and tinctures. And the bottles from those potions and tinctures were thrown into the ravine, as is still done in some places. Who among the doctors could have known then that a landfill ravine would turn into a garden for resting the souls of the Moscow people over time?!
Or here’s another riddle from Grandfather, also of a glass nature.
There is a monastery in Moscow. It bears the name of a famous isographer, whom all Orthodox Rus' knows and glorifies. The monastery stands, as it should be, on a high bank, on a prominent cape. The slopes are steep and impregnable, from the walls falling straight into the river.
On the other side, the slopes are smaller and more gradual. It was along these gentle slopes that I walked, since torrential rains had recently passed in our God-saved city; on the slopes, streams and streams washed away the earth, exposing what was in the earth.
And on this slope I came across a lot of glass fragments, and not just ordinary ones, but from beer bottles! The bottles all had inscriptions (I only remember “KALINKIN”), some with imperial eagles. Only there wasn’t a single whole bottle! Why Grandfather collected so many broken antique bottles in one place - I still wonder.
And here’s his own glass riddle joke. One evening I was walking around my house, either I was trying to torture myself, or I was lying because I was doing business - I don’t remember. I just saw a dark glass bottle in a vacant lot, at first glance it looked like a bottle of bitter beer from a recent draft. Well, this trade, collecting dishes that are handed over, never particularly attracted me, and therefore my gaze hardly lingered on this bottle. But still, something seemed strange to me, let me, I think, take a closer look! I walked up and bent down (it was already getting dark, it looked pretty bad) - but it’s not an easy bottle! Not made yesterday at all, but today, but a hundred years before I was born! All covered with a rainbow patina (it must have lain in the ground for a long time), with a concave bottom. And intact, not a single chip or chip on it! I thought and wondered where Grandfather got it from so that he could give it to me - and he guessed. In the neighborhood, diggers dug a pit for multi-story mansions. Grandfather took the bottle from there and gave it to me!

When I just bought my first metal detector, the Garret Ace 250, I immediately found out about the earthly grandfather via the Internet. It became interesting, I read a lot about him, various stories, tales, meetings, and how to appease a cop. I will share all the information I have read with you on my treasure hunter blog.

How to appease an earthly grandfather?

Many people in front of the cop pour 50 grams of vodka into the pit and add a piece of bread, as they say for a snack. Considering that they appease the grandfather there and he becomes kind and not greedy towards the digger.

And some, including me, simply bury coins or change I don’t need in the ground, saying “ Grandfather! Let's change, I'm new to you, and you're old to me».

In one photo report on the violity forum, I saw photographs of the comrades having lunch and sharing with the earthly grandfather, burying some of the food in a hole.

The main thing for your grandfather is not to be greedy, bury the coins, pour some vodka, share candy or even chewing gum, and your grandfather will become kinder to you.

Stories about the earthly grandfather

I want to tell you a story about an earthly grandfather, which was told to me by a treasure hunter friend of mine with 5 years of experience.

This means that it was when my friend (for ethical reasons, I won’t name his name) just started working as a cop. Back then in 2005-2006, it was difficult to buy a metal detector, much less find fellow cops. So then he dug alone, without company.

He didn’t tell me the village, he says it’s better for me not to know about it and he won’t return there again. Why i do not know. This means that around the village there are only lakes and swamps; during the war there were wooden bridges, but now they are gone. Therefore, you need to get there first by car, and then by rubber boat. By the way, you can choose a boat trailer at spev.spb.ru/kupit-pritsep-dlya-katera/. That’s what my friend did, realizing that there wasn’t a soul around for 30 km, he wasn’t particularly worried about the car, so he went to an old village for a couple of days.

I pumped up the boat and swam across the lake. Luckily it wasn't very big. I pitched a tent next to the boat, prepared firewood for the fire for the evening, and immediately set out to look for adventures with a metal detector. Swinging the club for about an hour, he did not come across a single coin. While thinking about something, he sees an old man, very decently dressed and overgrown. Waving the detector, without raising his head he hears his grandfather already standing nearby, raising his head the grandfather says, “You’re looking in the wrong place, you go to the old well, it was the center of the village,” says the grandfather. The man assembled the detector and rushed to look for the old well. Luckily he found it quickly.

I assembled the device again, turned it on, after a minute, the first signal, oops coin, then the second, then the third. He says that by the end of the day, there was a 15 liter plastic bucket full of coins. We got different ones. Walking back to the tent, he remembered the strange old man he saw in the morning. And he understood how he could see this grandfather with a stick, in this area, if there was not a soul around, and there was a swamp nearby. I thought it might be a coincidence, maybe a hallucination. But the fact is that he was afraid to spend the night. He launched the boat and sailed away, remembering this story and rejoicing at the finds.

As you know, a treasure is hidden treasures. According to ancient beliefs, they are guarded by spirits: Dedka, a storeroom with assistants - treasure chests, as well as devils and snakes. However, this public is worth talking about separately. But even from the characters listed, one can judge how difficult the path to enrichment is at the expense of “nobody’s” wealth. Types of treasures Most treasures were considered reserved, enchanted or vowed. Others were called term, negotiable, intended, and only a small part - pure, that is, laid down without any conditions. The one that was hidden for a certain period had to be taken out before its expiration, otherwise it would disappear. And the charmed one will be given into your hands if you fulfill the spell that was given when hiding him. There were many spells, for example: - come across a good person for benefit, a bad person - for destruction; - to the one who will dance naked after my death; - who will sing 12 songs so that neither the dear nor the unkind is mentioned; neither friend nor foe; - whoever climbs a pine tree upside down and comes down headfirst; - on someone’s head (on a goose, dog, bull), etc. According to popular belief, circulating treasures could turn into: - a person (a horseman, a guy or a girl, a child or an old man); - into an animal (a red dog, a white or red cow, a pig, a horse, a cat, a red rooster, etc.); - a burning moving candle; - blue light. Such treasures wander or fly in search of the right, “destined” person, and if they do not find him, they disappear. The one who recognizes the werewolf treasure must say: “Amen, amen, scatter,” and then the treasure will fall to the ground and be easily given into the hands. But even “lying” treasures could, according to legend, fly to another place, however, only on major holidays: Easter, Ivan Kupala and New Year. And then on holidays they were lit with a blue flame. Signs of treasures One of the most common marks indicating the location of a buried treasure was a cross, on which the conditions for obtaining it were written. In the summer, it was worth looking at the sky to see if there was a rainbow, since there was a belief that a treasure was buried at its ends. In some cases, sharp objects sprinkled with earth, for example, a sickle, an awl, or a knife, served as signs. Czech treasure hunters believed that, having seen a pale light, they should put a rosary, a white rag or a piece of bread in this place, as if the light would like it, and the treasure itself would come to the surface. Search equipment Treasure seekers used special prayers and spells, church objects, magic flowers and something else. Speech instruments were used to ward off evil spirits and “reprimand” the treasure so that it would be given into the hands. An example is the following proverb: “Behind the swamp there is a little bit - I have to take it. Go away, evil spirit, it’s not yours, it’s not yours to take.” Prayers and incantations were written down for accuracy or taken from published collections. Thus, in the Volga region “call books” were known, and in the Moscow region the “Peter Mogila Breviary” was used. The necessary “special means” for searching for treasures were also incense, a passionate candle and a cross, which performed the function of protection. Clay taken at midnight from the grave of a suicide was recognized as a good talisman that could lead to treasure. There were many magical flowers, similar to modern metal detectors. First of all, of course, the fern, as well as the weeping grass, which, according to legend, restores all spirits. And the gap-, jumper-, jumper-, jump- grass was needed, because they break all the locks. Difficulties of searching Many legends tell about the vicissitudes of treasure hunters. For example, this. One man found out the location of the treasure, went there and was just about to dig it up when his horse took off and rushed away. The owner followed her, but did not catch up and decided to return. And there, it turns out, there is already a horse standing there, but the terrain has suddenly changed - there is no trace of the previous landmarks. No matter how hard I tried, I never found it “even though I was in the forest a hundred times later and looked for it on purpose.” Danger of the find Taking treasure is very difficult. According to legends, different passions occurred during this process: a person can freeze as soon as he touches the enchanted treasure or get stuck in a dug hole or basement. In order to prevent this from happening, it was necessary, first of all, to say three times: “Cheer!” Chur! Holy place, mind you, God’s and mine” or “My treasure, shared with God.” The ritual also included the need to remove the hat from the head and cover the prey with it. The symbolic meaning of this action was that when accepting the treasure, the lucky person leaves his own head as collateral and will never tell the secret of the acquisition to anyone. The top layer was supposed to be poured in just in case the treasure was sealed with some kind of spell. There were strict prohibitions on certain actions when taking treasure. It was forbidden to: - swear, even mentally; - talk; - look back; - sleep close. According to Bulgarian beliefs, you cannot come without ashes: after sprinkling them on the place of discovery, leave, and a day later return and, based on the marks on the ashes, determine what kind of sacrifice is being asked for the treasure: if animals or birds, you need to slaughter a lamb, ram or rooster, if a person, then requires committing a murder. Problems of retention Anyone who was lucky enough not only to find, but also to take away the treasure may well lose it: either his legs will grow to the ground, or he will get lost - he will get lost, unsuccessfully looking for the way home, or the find will suddenly turn into shards. To prevent this from happening, it was necessary to say a prayer: “The Lord God is in front, the guardian angel is behind, the holy evangelists are on the sides, I will give glory to you, Heavenly Father! Protect me (name) with your strength from the devil’s machinations. Free the treasure from a heavy curse” and read “Our Father” forty times. On the way back, it was also necessary to remain silent and not look back, no matter what was happening around. And when you come home, sprinkle all the valuables found with holy water and hold them over a lit candle, and then immerse them in running water for the whole day. This was supposed to clear the treasure from the spell, and then evil forces would not be able to harm its new owner. Mistakes of Seekers It was believed that sometimes a person misses a treasure that unknown “donors” point out to him because he behaves incorrectly. One story tells how a man was walking along the road, and he was overtaken by a barrel rolling with a roar, and someone invisible from the side shouted: “Cross the road!”, But he got scared and jumped back, and a self-propelled container rushed past, surprising the unlucky passerby with the clink of coins. Another story tells how a disheveled man in tattered clothes appeared to a certain Penza resident every day at noon, ran into the barn, stopped in the same place and disappeared. The owner of the barn, don’t be a fool, realized that this was a “tip,” took a shovel, dug and unearthed a pot of money. Just picked it up, and from behind there was a voice: “What are you doing here, dear man?” The newly-minted rich man, angry that someone might covet his find, rudely replied: “What the hell do you want?”, and immediately the vessel with the treasure slipped out of his hands and disappeared into the ground. And it was necessary, according to legend, to ask for help from the questioner. Treasures also disappeared when several people agreed to divide the loot equally, and then someone decided to appropriate all or most of it for themselves, or some vow was made before the search, but was not fulfilled, and the necessary donation from the newly acquired wealth was not made. . * * * In general, this activity - treasure hunting - was considered dangerous, and few who wished had the good fortune to find, receive and preserve treasure.

Our ancestors inhabited the entire surrounding space with spirits. A territory as dangerous in their minds as the one where the treasures were buried could not be an exception. The central character responsible for it was called the storekeeper (or storekeeper, steward). He was called by these names almost everywhere, however, in some places there were special nicknames, and even very surprising ones. For example, in one of the districts of the Oryol region it was... Kudiar (that is, the namesake of the famous robber). Thanks to the painstaking work of folklorists and ethnographers who collected information about folk traditions, customs and beliefs, many legends associated with treasure guards have survived to this day. From them you can find out how they appeared to people in ancient times, what clans they came from, who they obeyed, and how treasure hunters were treated. Let's look at these questions in this order. Appearance Usually, the treasure guard was given a human appearance. In the image of a short peasant or old man, he looked either extremely rich (in a silver caftan, silver shoes and a gold cap), or, on the contrary, completely beggarly (in rags or torn clothes). He could, however, appear to be a vague shadow of a person, or even make himself known only through his voice. Along with this, zoomorphic images appeared, albeit less frequently. Thus, in the Urals there was a belief that all underground riches, including treasures, were guarded by a horned horse with cast-iron hooves. However, it was not the only one. Do you remember the tales of P. Bazhov? In them, the Mistress of the Copper Mountain was responsible for the natural resources of the region, and the Jumping Firefly was involved in the treasures: she could point out, or she could punish. In the Russian North, in particular in the Vologda region, the pantry spirit bifurcated into a “layun”, which turned into a husky dog, and a “tickler”, which acted in the form of a tickling magpie. Origin It was believed that a variety of characters could act as a storekeeper: representatives of evil spirits; the souls of the people to whom the treasure belonged; the souls of those who were killed and buried nearby; animals, birds, snakes, etc. In one of the stories of an old-timer, which was passed down in his family from generation to generation, the storekeepers are described as follows: “in another place people are drunk, in another place they are cursed, and if so, they are the princes of demons themselves.” Subordination and character In the latter case, a special ritual was envisaged for the election of storekeepers from the demonic environment, subordinate to the sorcerer, which was carried out exclusively on the night of Ivan Kupala. Nothing is known about the frequency of this procedure, that is, whether it was annual (I wonder, did the candidates present an election program? ). When it came to human souls, it was assumed that they acted as slaves of treasures, being bewitched and subjugated by evil spirits, and suffered from this, and sometimes even appeared alive in dreams and asked - begged to free them. Answering these pleas was considered difficult and very dangerous. A watchman from the category of deceased treasure owners or treasure hunters could warn the person who encroached on the treasure. One of the stories says that a storekeeper appeared to one man who was trying his luck and said: “Why are you digging, you’re bringing trouble on yourself, I also dug and dug and ended up here; You better run quickly, otherwise you’ll be my comrade.” Such loyalty did not always exist. It’s as if something like this happened: the storekeeper dragged away the person who encroached on the treasure he was guarding, if he came more than twice, and even forced him to replace himself “at the post”, uttering the magic formula: “As long as I sat, now you sit.” Apparently, for the watchmen themselves, the security work entrusted to them was not sweet. But it is human nature to believe in the best outcome of a matter, and therefore human rumor has preserved stories about the miraculous help of storekeepers (albeit very rare). For example, about how the soul of a baby who died unbaptized, who grew up in the world of the dead and, having met his living brother, gave him wealth, was put in charge of protecting a treasure near Novgorod. For this, the storekeeper was punished by his curator - the devil. And what would you think? A link “somewhere beyond Moscow.”

Earth Grandfather

When I just bought my first one, I immediately found out about the earthly grandfather via the Internet. It became interesting, I read a lot about him, various stories, tales, meetings, and how to appease a cop. I will share all the information I have read with you in my .

How to appease an earthly grandfather?

Many people in front of the cop pour 50 grams of vodka into the pit and add a piece of bread, as they say for a snack. Considering that they appease the grandfather there and he becomes kind and not greedy towards the digger.

And some, including me, simply bury coins or change I don’t need in the ground, saying “ Grandfather! Let's change, I'm new to you, and you're old to me».

In one photo report on the violity forum, I saw photographs of the comrades having lunch and sharing with the earthly grandfather, burying some of the food in a hole.

The main thing for your grandfather is not to be greedy, bury the coins, pour some vodka, share candy or even chewing gum, and your grandfather will become kinder to you.

Stories about the earthly grandfather

I want to tell you a story about an earthly grandfather, which was told to me by a treasure hunter friend of mine with 5 years of experience.

This means that it was when my friend (for ethical reasons, I won’t name his name) just started working as a cop. Back then in 2005-2006, it was difficult to buy a metal detector, much less find fellow cops. So then he dug alone, without company.

He didn’t tell me the village, he says it’s better for me not to know about it and he won’t return there again. Why i do not know. This means that around the village there are only lakes and swamps; during the war there were wooden bridges, but now they are gone. Therefore, you need to get there first by car, and then by rubber boat. That’s what my friend did, realizing that there wasn’t a soul around for 30 km, he wasn’t particularly worried about the car, so he went to an old village for a couple of days.

I pumped up the boat and swam across the lake. Luckily it wasn't very big. I pitched a tent next to the boat, prepared firewood for the fire for the evening, and immediately set out to look for adventures with a metal detector. Swinging the club for about an hour, he did not come across a single coin. While thinking about something, he sees an old man, very decently dressed and overgrown. Waving the detector, without raising his head he hears his grandfather already standing nearby, raising his head the grandfather says, “You’re looking in the wrong place, you go to the old well, it was the center of the village,” says the grandfather. The man assembled the detector and rushed to look for the old well. Luckily he found it quickly.

I assembled the device again, turned it on, after a minute, the first signal, oops coin, then the second, then the third. He says that by the end of the day, there was a 15 liter plastic bucket full of coins. We got different ones. Walking back to the tent, he remembered the strange old man he saw in the morning. And he understood how he could see this grandfather with a stick, in this area, if there was not a soul around, and there was a swamp nearby. I thought it might be a coincidence, maybe a hallucination. But the fact is that he was afraid to spend the night. He launched the boat and sailed away, remembering this story and rejoicing at the finds.

P.S. Lastly, I want to show you how the guys spared no coins and buried a treasure, or tribute to their earthly grandfather.

Who or what is Earth Grandfather? Perhaps the only more or less intelligible answer to this question is the earth spirit, the keeper of treasures, lost items and other valuables hidden in the earth or lost. Of course, this character did not appear today. Humanity has been engaged in treasure hunting throughout its history, and of course, these searches were accompanied by rituals designed to appease or at least protect the seeker from the spirit, and sometimes from God, the guardian of underground wealth. Hundreds of years flashed by, turning into millennia, entire nations came and dissolved in the fog of history, but the spirit of adventure and excitement always lived in man, which means the theme of searching for treasures is an eternal theme! And no matter what time you live in, no matter what language you speak, a treasure hunter on his thorny path will always be accompanied by someone keeping the object of his desire, and this treasure or an arrowhead that has lain in the ground for a thousand years is not so important. It is clear that the image of the guardian spirit of the earth and everything hidden in it came to us from our pagan ancestors. After all, the man of that time was literally accompanied at every step, in modern terms, by all sorts of entities. And the faith in many of them has successfully survived to this day. So, our earthly Grandfather image is very ancient and mysterious. Everyone has decided how to treat it, or will decide for themselves, I just want to note that people of different social groups (pilots, archaeologists, doctors, artists) also have all sorts of beliefs and signs, as well as a certain order of actions designed to attract good luck.

In our business, of course, there are a very large number of different ways to appease Grandfather. True, they all boil down mainly to one thing. Treat him and make a request or a conspiracy. But there are people who consider it quite sufficient to simply go out into the field with a smile on their face and a kind word to the earth, and some search engines, without fail, before starting a dig, read a short Orthodox prayer for the repose of the souls of the people who lived in this place. Here I want to give several ways of “feeding” the earthen Grandfather, which I see as the most indicative. Pouring vodka into the hole, they say: “Help yourself to Grandfather, let the coin be clean.”

We must remember that Grandfather values ​​respect and likes to drink first.

Another interesting sentence, after pouring a glass into the hole, they say: “Give me Grandfather, not to harm, what would be a joy to give to you. Grandfather will be a hundred years old and grace will come to you.”

There are also our colleagues who think that pouring alcohol for Grandfather is a complete disgrace and claim that he prefers sweets, namely candy. Here’s an example: “Give me candy, take coins.” Of course, this is said when these same candies are placed in the hole.

Well, another of the most common options for appeasing Grandfather is to offer him a modern walking coin or banknotes for exchange. Here are two such examples.

We dig the first hole and put a modern, paper bill there. And the spell is: “Exchange assets for copper Catherine.” Why exactly Catherine, I personally don’t understand, but here, probably, someone wants to find what. Well, the last example. We pour a handful of little things into the hole and say, “Those little things are a mountain!” Give Peter in silver." There are also stories, from the category of digging tales, about supposed meetings with an old man on a mine, in a deserted place. And here it all depends on how the digger behaves; if he is dismissive and boorish, then forget about the finds. But if you treat it with respect and attention, you will leave not just with loot, but with a dream.

About myself I can say that for me, as a person for whom everything around me is alive and has a soul, it is simply natural to have a respectful attitude towards nature, of course, first of all towards the earth. That’s why I don’t see the need for any special rituals. But treating the earthly Grandfather is a tradition that I observe with pleasure.

Good day!

As a child, while spending holidays in the village with my grandmother, I repeatedly found ancient coins from the times of Anna Ioannovna - Nicholas 2. Finds were always accidental, in the garden, on the bank of a pond made in 1970, blocking a small river, and simply on the road passing through the middle of the village.

A lot of time has passed since then, technology also does not stand still, and having a craving for history, in the spring I purchased a simple MD. Having previously walked through familiar places, I took a different look at these pits oddly enough, a kilometer from the village. First of all, I decided to try out my “Apparatus” there. But...to no avail, apparently due to lack of experience with the new device.

Having been a little disappointed, the next thing I decided to do was check the places where I had previously found my children’s treasures. But besides the cartridges from the “Three Line”, nothing again! Again I chalked it up to inexperience. I decided to practice in my own garden, while treating the “Earth Grandfather” - while laughing in my heart at my own naivety. AND... nickel At first I couldn’t believe my eyes whether it was a coincidence or not...simply mystic!

The summer has passed, there were quite a lot of finds-dials, a medal “In memory of the Great War”, a buckle of a soldier of the imperial army... Now I know where the story began in my “Smallest” homeland. It turned out that the right bank of the river had been settled since the beginning of the 18th century by the Old Believers, confirmation - 1739 coins and crosses. And the left is from the end of the 18th century to the beginning of the 19th century. Interesting! In what history textbook would you read such things, about a small village? Remember the laws here! Why can't you do this?! Just a cry from the heart! There is no profit here. Thank God I'm not poor.

Summer has passed... September 6, harvesting, a clean, tidy garden bed in front of your own house beckons, and... Grandpa's joke. It seems like a treasure, but it seems like it’s not. 6 rubles and 8 fifty kopecks of Nicholas II.

It turns out that once the house burned down, along with their savings.

Nobody remembers this now, grandfather reminded.