At last everything was ready: maps, coordinates on GPS, the laptop, the metal detector, shovels and our piracy mood! We went there at dawn of the next day. The bus stop was in eight kilometers from a required place, and two hours left only on reaching this district. The glade which opened to our looks, indeed bore a faint resemblance to the parking. We turned to work. Professor already upon “specified” a place where it was necessary to dig at a pendulum. Having turned on the metal detector, we trampled everything around, but the device foully was silent.
– Nothing, – Butanovich told, – it is possible that the treasure is buried deeply and the equipment cannot define a signal…
We dug till the evening, together, in turn, were exhausted, dug a hole about two meters in the diameter and depth more than half-meter. There was to dig no sense because even if to assume that the merchant could dig in a pot with silver more deeply, it had to do it quickly and imperceptibly, and we three together already dug the whole well…
Of course, we didn’t find anything. Professor did not lose presence of mind, said that the treasure most likely… is bewitched, here therefore we also did not find… “Oh what is horror… – I thought. – Well where I butted in? It seems sensible people all around, why all not so?”
It was visible that Alexander already himself is ready to be disappointed in abilities of professor. Upon return to office mister Smelov was serious and strict. He ordered to collect to us the strength, and to help to realize his idea: to check each other and to find not simply a pot or an ancient subject – to look for, he told, something is necessary big, historically important. I answered then that it will be our last chance: we with professor look for a place on the card, we define that it, then we take in assistants to people who will ensure safety of access to search to districts. However if there it is found nothing, I will ask nobody to take offense, but I will not deal with professor anymore and I will come back home. To my astonishment, professor did not support Alexander’s idea: he too lost any patience, became irritable, said that we promised it that from the investors wishing to make investments in oil fields there will be no release… Everything got confused in a big ball of mutual offenses and unrealized desires.
How we sometimes don’t want to take a detached view of ourselves, to listen to opinion of people around… I remember, my wife then very much worried, understood that something goes not so, saw on my gray face that happy iridescent life about which I told it a year ago, passes somewhere by us. But I repeated that business needs to be finished and that she has to believe in me.
As professor Butanovich didn’t enter a circle of trust of Alexander any more, all works on search of that historically important place were shifted to me. While Alexander looked for assistants, I requested from a pendulum any interesting, large-scale place for searches and excavation. In the beginning, the pendulum suggested me to find too large and “loud” treasures: Kolchak’s gold, Chingizkhan’s treasures, Makkena’s gold in America, the sunk ships… “And whether it is possible something simpler, and it is desirable in Russia?” – I asked a pendulum. And such place was, the truth very far from our house, in Kursk region. Alexander without effort found the people ready to find for us housing and to help with the organization of search works, having promised them to share everything that we will find there, and subsequently to take them in our joint projects. I understood that it is already more bluff, than reality, but, first, I promised himself to understand until the end of correctness of answers from a pendulum, and secondly, in me these “relations” with a pendulum were more and more strengthened, I studied a sense organ, new to myself, and interest in understanding of the mechanism of interaction, feedback between thought (I asked questions silently, only in itself) and the answer – a thread deviation with a small weight from an impulse in a hand – every day only increased. My interest outweighed even that on the last trip I almost had no money and it was necessary to get into debts without understanding, when and from what I could return the busy. Perhaps, we will find something, we will sell… The swarm of thoughts did not allow me to concentrate on object of search. It’s okay, in the train I will ask everything…
The road was coming difficult, with change in Moscow. Tickets we bought were the cheapest, in a couchette carriage moreover lateral regiments about a platform door got. During a trip because of an intolerable heat in the carriage and constant drafts from the platform, I caught a cold, and on arrival to Kursk was in very serious condition: to me was badly and morally, and physically – there was temperature under forty degrees. It was necessary to reach the place of residence an hour more two, in an old car. It appeared that because of the limited budget we were lodged at old dacha, with water from a well, “conveniences” on the street and wood heating, and firewood still it was necessary to cut…
I didn’t want to look for anything already. In my state rest, warm drink and treatment were necessary. I with melancholy inspected the cold rooms which through were chilled from winter cold weather… I wanted to cry. But I also understood that to throw everything at the last minute, to bring people too would be silly. Our assistants understood my position and, thanks to them big, found firewood at neighbors, heated the house, gave to drink to me tea with jam, and in some hours it became easier for me.
We went on investigation to places, required on the map, to the village that stood in five kilometers from our “base” to look around and photograph everything. In the evening I was adjusted on interpretation. The pendulum helped me to define where is concrete and that settled down. It appeared that we arrived not for nothing. I defined two potentially interesting places. About the first place I learned from a pendulum that during military operations of 1941-1945, is deep in the cellar of the old house, some wooden boxes with important documents, some archive were hidden. Judging by interpretation of information from a pendulum, documents still were there, my hand felt it, forcing to be shaken by a pendulum, but now there was a new brick private house behind a high fence, and it was impossible to get without the permission of present owners there. The second place was a little further from the village, in the field. I received information that in this field there is a burial with the weapon, a flag and… the lost soldier. I do not know that here occurred in the years of war, but now the required place was in hundred meters from houses of one of villages and had easy availability. Having photographed a field in the afternoon, I opened the photo on the laptop and, having arranged the screen horizontally, brought to it a hand with a pendulum, “felt”, where exactly it was necessary to look for and dig. This evening the situation was especially intense and responsible for me and I decided to ask more specific questions to a pendulum about a place in the field. Before me the big leaf with the lined sectors (thirty three Russian letters from “A” to “Я”) and two lines – horizontal, with the answer “no”, and vertical, with the answer “yes” lay. The pendulum gave answers, and I deciphered on letters: as called that lost soldier and as he defended honor of the Homeland, rescued a banner and the weapon that the enemy did not get them. I remember that at me hands when I spelled offers on behalf of the lost soldier as though it he talks to me literally shivered: the soldier asked to finish our business because relatives consider him as the missing person, and thanks to us through so many time the truth will be opened, and we will be able to find for its remains and to tell it to relatives, and then to rebury it…