One winter, when it was snowing and snowstorm on the street, I was sitting at home and studying old maps. I was interested in a village that disappeared at the beginning of the 20th century. I could not get there very long, there was a lot of work and I did not have enough time. In the autumn, I took a few days off and went on a trip. All day I went to the location where there was a village about. In the evening I took off the roadside hotel, ate dinner and began to set up the navigator. In the morning I left the hotel and after half an hour, I was already driving on a dirt road, the civilization was getting farther and farther. I rode and looked around the steppe, there were no suitable signs, and suddenly I saw a fantastic building of an ancient, wooden church. I crossed the old bridge and walked around the church. This place was on the river bank, and I went ashore. I discovered the ebb, which left behind a washed bank, on which lay bones, wrought nails, fragments of antique utensils and various household items. For a long time I searched in this village for lost artifacts in the past. Then I had a vegetarian dinner, which gave me energy))). At home I washed the finds and I really liked some of the things. Basically, these were objects of worship and coins.
I did not find a treasure that day.
This is not the last story of friends. Soon the spring and I will make a fresh report))).
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