Earth grandfather. How can a digger appease an old man? Kalinin Andrey Vadimovich

Who is "Earth Grandpa"?

Who is Earth Grandpa? Let's touch on this topic and try to find an answer to this sensitive question regarding all search engines, superstitious and not so. Among the treasure hunters about Earth Grandfather everyone knows! On the Internet you can find a lot of legends and tales about this hero (character), while each of them can be radically different from each other.

Something else is important here, a real search is simply unthinkable if the search engine ... does not believe in this hero! For a layman or a beginner to delve into this hobby, this sign and belief may seem something out of the ordinary, funny and absurd! But tOnly practice shows that the lack of faith inEarth Grandfather , in most cases leaves the treasure hunter with a bunch of different shmurdyak. You can walk across the field for more than a day, dig up parts from agricultural machinery, but you can’t pick up anything worthwhile.

But it is enough to carry out a ritual of coaxing Earth Grandpa as soon as the situation is reversed. To believe or not in this matter - everyone decides for himself, but for a treasure hunter it is something sacred, he is revered, and it depends only on him whether you will have swag in your bag for finds, or lids from wine and vodka products 🙂

Ways to Appease Earth Grandpa

In fact, there is nothing complicated in this, and there are no rules for coaxing the Earth Grandfather - everything is simple. You can dig a hole and put a few coins (modern or any other) there, and then bury the hole; you can put a piece of sugar or chocolate in the hole, someone pours a stack on the field.

At the same time, you can and should ask Grandfather for some finds! Do not forget!

There is another side to this ritual: if you have found something, then by placing some objects in the ground, you thereby give other search engines a chance to find your “treasure”, that is, some balance and interest are maintained.

This is especially interesting in the fields, since the area with your coins is constantly plowed, and the coin can “walk” all over the field. Another peculiarity was noticed during the search, which defies explanation.

If during the search for finds there are practically no finds or only rusty pieces of iron and garbage come across, you can try to just talk to Grandfather, ask him for a coin so that he throws you something interesting. You can do this mentally, to yourself, but it is better to say the words out loud. It sounds, of course, ridiculous and absurd, but in tribute to traditions, many search engines do this!

And what's more, in some cases the method works, Earth Grandfather loves to be honored, respected and considered with his possessions. Naturally, it is necessary to observe the ethics of the search engine:

• dig holes behind oneself
• be careful in your search
• do not litter
• search only where allowed
• just be human...

exists, even if not as a physical being, then as a talisman, an imaginary friend and assistant to the treasure hunter. And even if you have the simplest device, but great faith in your luck and the invisible help of the Earthy Dudushka, luck will definitely smile. What do you want!

Hello everyone, all of us, diggers and treasure hunters, are mostly superstitious people and believe in various signs, signs, and so on. It is not surprising, because the search for treasures is often associated with great luck, so it would be nice to increase the chance of getting the earth jackpot by all means.

There is a belief among coin diggers that the so-called " earth grandfather". Who is this, what kind of miracle Yudo? There are many versions, according to one of the bottom, the earthen grandfather is the head of all the treasures hidden underground, the so-called unspoken god of diggers. And in front of the cop you need to somehow bend in front of him, set up communication with the earth in a positive way, win the approval of the earthen grandfather and maybe he will become generous and give the digger a small treasure or a few coins.

How to appease the earthen grandfather?
It all depends primarily on the imagination of the treasure hunter. Everyone does it differently. Most often, of course, before starting the search, they bury a handful of unnecessary coins in the ground, saying some of their spells like "I offer gifts to you, earthen grandfather, in order to win your favor, give grandfather, a small treasure or a small amount of coins." Well, who is in what much.

In addition to burying coins, they also pour a glass of vodka into the hole and put a candy or a sandwich there to eat. After all, who knows, suddenly the earthen grandfather likes to drink a little. And every professional digger carries a little vodka with him just in case))

And here, take a look at the photo album, now I’m sorting it out, I think in the future I’ll teach you how to make amazing photo galleries.

By the way, I muddied the vote here, most of the diggers use garrett detectors, and I thought they would win. It seems to me that Garrett takes the number of cheap models, the same legendary one is not so expensive, but he is very good.

Lives underground Earth Grandfather. Protects everything that is there, hides, hides. He is reluctant to part with his property, but if he asks permission to make a find, and verbally thank him, and appease him with a sip of beer, he will have mercy, give back what he himself does not need. Sometimes he doesn’t keep track, he loses sight of a coin there or some kind of cross - and the coil is right there, waving, squeaking, and the spatula is already digging and throwing the earth, taking the little thing. Grandfather is offended, and then he jokes his earthly jokes. My story is about them.

Once I went to visit Grandfather in one village. The village was tiny, only three yards and the master's house was not large. Apparently, those gentlemen were not painfully noble and rich.
In that village, before me, no one fanned the earth with coils and did not bother with sharp shovels: to throw garbage-useless metal - do not throw it, not a single hole-digger, copper-green coins show their barrels directly to the sun.
I walk around the village, collect coins and crosses, I don’t forget to thank Grandpa and treat him. Yes, only after a handful of money and copper kopecks I became proud, I longed for silver coins. So directly to Grandfather, he said: “Why are you, Zemlyanoy, giving me all the copper? Didn’t I treat you to beer? I splashed right into the hole! , Grandfather!".
I regretted and moved on. I only managed to take a step - I hear something from under the ground gives a voice, but so loudly! Well, I think Grandpa heard my small request! I dug lightly, looking - and indeed a coin! And it seems to be the same as requested - "2 kopecks in SILVER" is written, but only copper!

And then another case was in the same village. I am walking along the field path, making my way along the edge of the field. Something frivolous-ordinary comes across. And then suddenly I take out a shapeless lump from the ground, heavy and angular. I cleaned it, shook it off a little - a STAR! The beams, however, are bent, but not broken. It can be seen that the old one has been found underground for a long time. I began to figure out and remember which order a star of this form is supposed to be. I did not remember anything suitable, I decided to wash in a nearby stream.
I washed it - and realized that grandfathers are jokes! Not a star turned out to be at all, although it is similar in shape. And an overlay-decoration on the master's furniture!

Cross in teeth

In another place, too, Grandfather joked, and not simply, but directly guessed a riddle, so much so that I received the answer only a year later.
The earth in our area is poor and barren, in another place it is just pure sand. But walking along the field-forest roads is a pleasure: it digs easily, copper-bronze does not overgrow with greenery, and lies as it was lost.
This is the path I followed. All the crosses came across and scaly coins. And so shallow! Beauty right! 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. Ringing - dug - and in the eversion of an earthen cross lies a pectoral, and around it - in a semicircle, as expected - human teeth! I took the cross - a lump and crumbled, and my teeth with it. And besides the teeth - not a bone! And the depth is a couple of inches, no more!
I wondered, wondered, judged, rowed with experienced friends - no one cleared up this riddle for me. Why the cross is in the mouth, and where everything else, except for the mouth, is unknown.
A year-season has passed, another has come. I returned to this place again. Just got used to swinging the reel - a local peasant is coming up. We talked, got to know each other, then and there.
This guy solved the riddle for me. The church stood here under the tsar-father Alexei Tishaish, and at the church, as expected, there was a graveyard, a cemetery, therefore. And as they began to establish new orders in our area, the church was moved, and the cemetery was leveled. That was a long time ago. But, look, you have preserved both the cross body and the teeth!

outlander

I must tell you that our places are the most Russian ones. Now they belong to the capital province. But it wasn't always like that. Under the regime before last, they were assigned to another province, to the one whose main city is located on Mother Oka.
What am I for? Yes, to another joke-mystery that comes from Grandfather Earthen in our area.
At first, there was no mystery. A village of a dozen and a half yards, plowed up, of course - what is the mystery here ?! And everything comes across, as it should be in such a village: rings and plaques-linings, of those that the peasants used to decorate the harness of the horse-nurse, coins of small rarity and cork-blende from villainous vodka. Grandfather received his portion of foamy beer, and therefore he was not greedy for finds.
And now the pre-winter day began to decline, and the miracle wagon, a self-running carriage, was soon to pick me up, carry me to the capital city ...
It was then that a mystery came from Grandfather Earthen, so much so that even wise men-scientists - and they still can’t really explain!
The last coin I found on this Russian-deep field is "ONE PENNY" English, issued already in 1912!

Grandfather is joking not only in the capital province. It happens that farther away, in places deaf, untrodden, you can encounter his hitches.
It was in the very backwoods - the far side, to which it will be three hundred miles or more. Places there are deserted, untrodden. And then to say: the province of Ivanovskaya, the most indigenous Russian regions! It's far from everywhere, it's not easy to get there.
So - we wander-walk with our friends-friends through the fields, arable lands, meadows and ravines, everything is as usual: whoever finds a coin calls others to himself, look, look around. Yes, but we don’t come across a treasure-pod, Grandfather doesn’t give it away! We were already depressed and sad - no joke: we left the house early and dark, we forgot the morning meal, we missed it, the valiant bodies in the iron crumpled box languished - but there are no good finds! The only consolation is that the weather pleases, and the gentle sun shines and warms.
This is how it went all day. They took a little bit of everything, ordinary and private. We went home, washed and sorted the finds. I could not resist: no matter how sleepy, drowsy, I decided to look at least with one eye, to understand what Grandfather sent and gave this time. Among other things, it turned out to be an obscure, shapeless object, covered in earth and poisonous greenery. It is only clear that the initial letters and numbers stand out separately. I washed it with running water - it did not wash off, did not reveal the secret-mystery. Then I got angry and threw it into a small vessel with mild acid. The verdigris hissed, the insidious greenery! Soon it stopped making noise, bubbling, disappeared, disappeared without a trace. I took out the object, washed it again with water, dried it and examined it.
In the middle of a wild, unplowed field, far from a village-village, in a non-capital province, Grandfather Zemlyanoy gave me the BADGE OF THE PETERSBURG ARSENAL!

city ​​jokes

These were all the jokes of the rural Grandfather. Rural - he is simpler, his riddles are not painfully tricky. It is understandable: life is unpretentious, disturbing, disturbing rarely. Here at the city Grandfather the jokes will be funnier!
What did you think? In the city, the fate of the Earthly Grandfather, oh, how difficult: here, wherever you look, everyone strives to pick up the earth, some by a arshin, and some by a dozen fathoms! It would be nice to dig with shovels. So no, digging animal-like machines were invented! Herods, one word!
Therefore, the jokes-gifts of the city Grandfather are different. He loves glass bottles, whole and broken. Here is a story about them.
I was addicted in adolescence to a gentle promenade-walk, but not just anywhere, but in the main metropolitan abyss named after Unsweetened, the Maloskuchny garden. And it was not the joys of the carousel that attracted me, but the nooks and crannies of the garden of the aforesaid. In the backyard, Grandfather played a joke on me.
I noticed once in the spring time, when the weed-grass was still small and weak, that on one slope near the garden fence, something seemed to be flashing from the earth. He came closer, looked - a barrel of a small vial leaned out, but not a simple one, but with letters. I picked up this jar, looked at the two-headed eagle and the word "PHARMACY", was delighted with my grandfather's gift and put it in my pocket. Look - and next to it is another one, at a distance another, a third ... In short, I filled my pockets full at that time with eagle bottles!
He returned home, washed them properly, and thought about it: what kind of magical place is this, where instead of red-fat worms and ground beetles, vessels, which are at least a hundred years old, climb from mother earth into the daylight?
Suddenly, I returned to a place that was incomprehensible. I now had a shovel-assistant with me. I stuck it into the ground - but it does not go: there is so much glass that the sand-stones cannot be seen! And again: flasks, jars, in pieces and whole, glass and porcelain. The spoon came across as a teaspoon, copper itself, but covered with silver.
I began to look around, looking for an answer to my grandfather's riddle. I look - the fence is high, and behind the fence - white-stone houses, but with domes, but with columns! It was then that I realized with my teenage mind that behind the fence there was a charitable institution, that Prince Golitsyn, with his considerable money for orphans and sick people, had built an offering to the capital city! Orthodox people healed there from ailments and sores with potions and decoctions, tinctures and tinctures. And the flasks from those potions-tinctures were thrown into the ravine, as is still being done in some places. Who among the doctors could have known then that a dumping ravine would turn into a garden for resting the souls of the people of Moscow over time?!
Or here's another riddle from Grandfather, also of glass properties.
There is a monastery in Moscow. He bears the name of a noble painter, whom all Orthodox Rus' knows and glorifies. The monastery stands, as it should be, on a high bank, on a noticeable cape. The slopes are steep, impregnable from the walls fall directly into the river.
On the other hand, the slopes are smaller, more gentle. I went along these gently sloping slopes, since torrential rains have passed in our city, recently saved by God, on the slopes, streams and streams have washed away the earth, what is in the earth, they have exposed.
And on this slope I came across a lot of glass fragments, and not ordinary ones, but from beer bottles! The bottles were all with inscriptions (only "KALINKIN" was remembered), others with imperial eagles. Only here the whole bottle did not come across a single one! Why Grandpa collected so many broken old bottles in one place - I still wonder.
And here is his own joke-a riddle of glass. One evening I was walking around at my house, either I was torturing me, or I was crying out of business - I don’t remember. I only saw a bottle of dark glass in a wasteland, at first glance - from under the bitter beer of nonesh's spill. Well, this fishing, the collection of utensils for rent, has never particularly attracted me, therefore, my gaze almost did not linger on this bottle. And yet something seemed strange to me, give me, I think, I'll take a closer look! I approached, bent down (it was already getting dark, it was evident that it was rather bad) - what a difficult bottle! Not done yesterday or today, but a hundred years before my birth! All covered with iridescent patina (in the ground, therefore, it lay for a long time), with a concave bottom. And intact, not a single chip, chip on it! I thought and wondered where Grandpa got it from to throw it at me - and guessed it. In the neighborhood, excavators-diggers have dug a pit-ditch, under the mansions are multi-storey. Grandfather took a bottle from there and gave it to me!

Good day!

As a child, spending holidays in the village with my grandmother, I repeatedly found old coins from the time of Anna Ioannovna - Nicholas 2. The finds were always random, in the garden, on the banks of the pond, made in 1970, blocking a small river, and just 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 acquired a simple MD. Having previously passed through familiar places, I already drew attention to such pits with a different look. oddly enough, a kilometer from the village. First of all, I decided to try out my "Apparatus" there. But ... to no avail, apparently from lack of experience with the new device.

Disappointed, a little, the next thing I decided to check the places where I had previously found my children's treasures. But apart from the shells from the "Three-ruler" again nothing! Again attributed to inexperience. I decided to work out in my own garden, while treating the "Earth grandfather" - while laughing in my heart at my own naivety. AND... nickel. At first, I didn’t believe my eyes, is it a coincidence or not ... mysticism is simple!

The summer passed, there were quite a lot of finds, shifters, 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 - shifters of 1739 - and crosses. And the left end of the 18th century - the beginning of the 19th century. It's interesting! In what history textbook do 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 in front of your own house beckons, and ... grandpa joke. It seems to be a treasure, but it seems like it's not. 6 rubles and 8 fifty rubles of Nicholas 2.

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

No one remembers this now, grandfather reminded.

About the earthen grandfather... Among the muddy and heterogeneous in its form and composition of the society of lovers of instrumental search or diggers, there are many tales about the so-called earthen grandfather. These tales are often of a mythological nature and, like any myth, they carry reflections of real events. Most often, the earthen grandfather is perceived as a kind of inanimate force that lives in the places of former settlements, which can act both for the benefit and to the detriment of a person. Something like a goblin or brownie. A significant part of the diggers, arriving at the next abandoned village, performs a certain ritual - in an attempt to appease the grandfather. Having dug the first hole, they pour a stack of vodka or beer into it (vodka is better), they can put candy or a small modern coin there, while asking the grandfather to make an exchange for old coins. Oddly enough, many diggers in conversations noted that after the ritual, coins came across more often than without it. In believing in a certain sequence of actions leading to a positive result, diggers are not alone. Fishermen and hunters, drivers and pilots, many representatives of different social groups have certain signs and a certain algorithm of actions also aimed at achieving a positive result. There is, however, other evidence of an earth grandfather. Often he can appear on the field, in the form of an untidy village peasant, who can simply ask what the person with the metal detector is doing here, or turn to the digger with a request. In the first case, if the digger is a fairly sociable person, in a conversation he will say hello, show the peasant his finds - small coins, fragments of spoons, forged nails and the remains of horse jewelry. The peasant will look at all this goodness, laugh, think and ask about gold and silver, to which the digger (honestly!) Will answer that he found a lot of vodka corks, but there are problems with gold. And then the conversation will go on, gradually moving to the everyday level - how the people live here, how many berries are in the forest, until the trickle of conversation dries up. And in parting, the peasant will wave his hand towards the edge of the forest and with the words - look there, - he will go about his business. And the digger will look at the trail of the peasant, and knowing for sure that there is nothing there, at the edge of the forest, and never was, nevertheless, slowly shifts with his device in the indicated direction. And when, already thinking that the day was wasted, the digger hears a color signal, starts digging and at a depth of forty centimeters finds a bunch of copper nickels. And then, remembering a conversation with a peasant, it seems that the conversation is remembered, but you can’t remember how that peasant looked, and there’s nowhere for him to come from - there are only fields around, abandoned and villages destroyed with huge poplars. There are no residential villages here, there is nowhere for the Russian people to come from. And a belated thought will come to mind that it was not otherwise that the earthen grandfather talked to the digger, he was bored sitting among the devastated Russian villages, so he came to talk. In other cases, the grandfather may also request to apply. It used to happen that a digger was driving in his car, in the rain, along a muddy dirt road, and he knew for sure that he was driving in vain today, and the rain would continue, and it wouldn’t be long to get stuck on such a road, and there was no tractor nearby, when he suddenly saw a dirty and a wet villager who, seeing a car through the rain, raised his hand. And knowing full well that man is a wolf to man, and that if you don’t do good to people you won’t get evil, and that you will have to clean the car and wash the cover from the right front seat, the digger stops and puts the villager in his car. And the fellow traveler is not only dirty and not talkative, and the smell from him is such an old man's smell. And the fellow traveler grumbles - I don’t care ..., and the driver understands that it seems to be on the way, but then you have to turn off the dirt road and get through the field. And they drive on together, in silence, and the car floats along the muddy road, to the turnaround needed by the fellow traveler. And having approached it, you understand that you will drive off onto this road, but now you can’t drive further, and not only can’t drive, but you can’t get back to the dirt road. And with a sigh, with some relief, the digger tells his fellow traveler that he cannot go any further. The fellow traveler grumbles unhappily and unintelligibly, clumsily opens the door, and, getting out of the car, grumbles with displeasure - okay, take it. - and slamming the door, he leaves along the field road. The driver chuckling, opening the windows, drives on to his tract. And having arrived at the place, the weather is getting better, and the finds are pleasing. And at the end, he digs up a treasure chest of Soviet fifty dollars, wrapped in a rotten rag, and the smell from the rag is not good, old man's. Maybe grandpa paid for the fare.