Who is Earth Grandfather? Earth grandfather and his role in treasure hunting

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!

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.

Michael 02/01/2010, 17:39

There is an opinion that if you pour it to the Earthly Grandfather, the search will be successful. The more you pour, the more the search becomes like a race. There is no rush in our business! The more coins the digger raises, the poorer the Earth Grandfather becomes. This is not good for him. Therefore, he begins to slip buttons, pieces of copper and other nonsense to the digger. We must act differently. We're arriving! We dig the first hole and place a paper bill. 10, 50 or 100 rubles. We pronounce the spell: “Exchange assets for copper Catherine.” Or the ones you need. We dig a hole and use it. By the end of the day, the cube is full, and the Earthly Grandfather is not at a loss.
P.S. You shouldn’t take away what you’ve buried after digging. My partner and I once pawned 200 rubles. In an unpromising place, the Soviets raised about 50 coins between them. So he, the evil one, took the purchase when they left. We didn't have a good time for a week afterwards. So we had to change the search area. So think: where is reality and where is reality... Martin 02/01/2010, 17:43

Interesting opinion =)))) But it still wouldn’t hurt to pour some for Grandfather. leemur 02/01/2010, 18:00

I'm paraphrasing an old joke here...
- When does the earthly grandfather appear?
- After the second bottle... boroda 02/01/2010, 18:29

QUOTE (Michael)
...We say the spell: “Exchange assets for copper Catherine.”...

I offer other spell options:
“Those little things are great! Give me Peter from silver” or “I won’t hurt you with a tenner if you give me Kolya the saffron milk cap!” Sergey 6219 02/01/2010, 19:00

You're all joking here, but grandpa hears everything.... he's thinking about who to screw up in the spring Pomor 02/01/2010, 19:03

As a person inclined to find materialistic roots in many mystical things, I can offer the following version of Grandfather’s favor towards those who pour. Traditionally, a Russian person consumes what even Grandfather does not refuse, not on the fly, but in a sensible, orderly manner. Pair with a good appetizer, preferably prepared right there. In short, the ritual takes time. And the time that we drain are finds that we did not dig up
Again, after a certain amount of alcohol, reaction speed, attentiveness, productivity and quality of work decrease, which cannot but affect the results of a cop. In a word, the more we pour for Grandfather, the greater the chance of finding swag.
But at the same time, as a person inclined to see in many mystical things the origins of traditions and, in a broad sense, the culture of the people, I myself observe rituals. All we have to do is wait until the snow melts and we can catch up with Zemlyany.
By the way, here in the north today is the middle of winter. Three more months of sharpening Lemech shovels 02/01/2010, 19:55

I’ve had a thought in my head since the summer, to put a cross in the place of the village, there’s a snag in the inscription on the cross.
Can you please advise?

Who is the "Earth Grandfather"?

Who is Earth Grandfather? Let's touch on this topic and try to find the answer to this sensitive question that concerns all search engines, superstitious and not so superstitious. Among treasure hunters about To the Earthly Grandfather everyone knows! On the Internet you can find a lot of legends and tales regarding this hero (character), and 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 someone starting to delve into this hobby, this sign and belief may seem something out of the ordinary, funny and absurd! But tOnly practice shows that lack of faith inEarthly Grandfather , in most cases, leaves the treasure hunter with a bunch of different crap. You can walk across the field for more than one day, digging up parts from agricultural machinery, but still not pick up anything worthwhile.

But it’s enough to carry out a ritual to appease Earth Grandfather , when the situation immediately changes to the opposite. Whether to believe in this matter or not - everyone decides for himself, but for a treasure hunter it is something sacred, it 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 Grandfather

In fact, there is nothing complicated about this, and there are no rules for appeasing the Earth Grandfather - everything is simple. You can dig a hole and place a few coins (modern or any other) there, and then bury the hole; you can place a piece of sugar or chocolate in the hole, someone pours a pile onto 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 “treasury”, that is, some balance and interest are maintained.

This is especially interesting in the fields, since the area with your coins is constantly being plowed, and the coin can “walk” throughout the entire field. Another feature was noticed during the search that defies explanation.

If during your search there are practically no finds or you come across only rusty pieces of iron and garbage, you can try to simply talk to Grandfather, ask him for a coin so that he can give 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 tradition, many search engines do this!

And moreover, in a number of cases the method works; the Earth Grandfather loves when he is honored, respected and his possessions are taken into account. 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 permitted
• remain just a person...

exists, even if not as a physical being, then as a talisman, an imaginary friend and assistant to a treasure hunter. And even if you have the simplest device, but have great faith in your luck and the invisible help of the Earthen Piper, luck will definitely smile. That's what I wish for you!