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For centuries, wars, raids and robberies died priceless treasures of human history. Disappeared priceless treasures of human history. Disappeared priceless articles of gold, silver, pearls and diamonds. Hidden Gold of the Inca civilization, the conquerors of Tamerlane, Alexander the Great, Genghis Khan.

At the bottom of the oceans and seas lie the merchant ships of the seventeenth, eighteenth centuries, transporting goods and currency, sunk as a result of natural disasters, armed attacks by pirates or sea animals. How many more do not solve the mystery hidden under the water and on land. The history of humanity is rich in colorful events of accidental discoveries of mysterious caves and uninhabited islands with hidden there placers of gold and jewelry. In our age of rapid space age, grand buildings and businesses seemingly no place for fun adventurers departed last far into the story tells about himself pages of books Mayne Reid, Kipling, Jack London and other famous writers historians.

The sun was high in the sky. Sultry heat enveloped the body in the soft blanket of abundant heat. On a day where I want to lie down in the shade or whether on the banks of the river cool and not think about nothing. It seemed that even the thought of such a day to get hot and they reluctantly swim in the head, breaking off unfinished chain of reasoning.

It was Sunday afternoon heat. On the banks of the picturesque rivulet vacationers. The steep right bank allows fans throw away fishing line fishing rods and catch the cool evenings of bream, pike or any other fish. Now, no one was there except the two boys in swimming trunks trying to dive from the steep bank and are now opting for this convenient location. On the left bank of sand lay a blade of grass in his mouth a face to the top guy. He had just bathed and is now in the sun-Hal asks surrendering stuffiness caressing sunlight. Two burst one after another, heard from the right bank. The guy lazily raised his head and looked to the side, where there’s head soon surfaced and the other. Man chew a blade of grass grimaced in disgust and spat out the stalk, then lay on his stomach returned. The blanket on which he lay crumpled and hit the foot on the sand stuck to its abundant grains of sand grains. He winced, and sat down, began to shake off the sand. He collected a blanket and clothes, and went to the side three hundred meters of pine forest. Mountain ran into the woods, disappearing in it and guessed only by the green hills of the tops of pine trees. The coolness of the forest refreshes the body its balsamic scented air to insist on the delicate scent of fallen leaves, needles, mushrooms and resin serving on the trunks of pine trees.

The boy went into the forest picked up a hiding place in the bushes of hazel, coming down to the water. I spread a blanket and lay down in the shade, his head resting on his hands, face down. He wanted to rest, he wanted to get away from the noise of tourists, forget at least an hour. He soon fell asleep. But sleep would not have him for a long time, the body is warmed up, though the sun did not break through the leaves of the hazel, but still it seemed that glowed white-skin, headache from the heat. He felt overheated. “We need to get up and go into a deep shadow” -Think him that he did. And under a spreading bush got spread out on his Odyssey le. Rummaging in the manual bag and took out a pill for a headache and not swallowed with water. Head calmed down, and he was still lying on his back, looking at the leaves of hazel. Green leaf with a serrated rim around the perimeter of approximately swayed by whiff of wind. “And he, too hot” – thought the guy jumping to his feet and ran to the river. The water burned icy touch, but this feeling lasted only a few moments, then gave in the gentle embrace of the river and catch some guy they sailed over entrained further and further into the forest.

“I will go as I can” – he thought, and saving power measured waves hands behaved on water surrendering the river. And the river was carrying guest’s fun splashing on him wave, then closer, then delaying the shore. Playing with the river fascinated Man. He sailed too far, and when he felt that he decided to leave the power to shore. Before him stood a steep mountain steep sand cliffs and only thirty meters behind the wall on the river was a small playground Bank. “Yeah, I’m up there and relax! – He thought – Forward!” – And determination to collect the remains of forces began to fight with the river. It seemed to him that the river liked this game, and it will accelerate over the nail him to the precipice. Before the site was fifteen meters. The guy tried to bottom, but it took the seething abyss of water, which was trying to pull the weakened body. He continued rowing and soon jumped to embrace the cold flow. The body ached. Exhausted feet touched the bottom last. The guy on all fours and crawled ashore with pleasure sprawled on the sand. He lay in the sun long enough.

“Why not bake, do …?” – He looked around and saw the sun, which was already late in the afternoon.

– Well, it is necessary to stamp! – He said to himself out loud. I looked up at the cliff. “I’ll go on horseback, in fact swim to the left bank,” – he thought, and began to climb the ten-sand wall. The feet trod softly rolled away on the rhizome pieces stuck on the side of the cliff. He was raised up. In the middle of the slope of the man he paused. Before him stretched a vast panorama shrouded in a blue haze late afternoon forest, interspersed with cultivated fields and the picturesque scattered here and there Ukrainian villages, clearly visible from here his little white toy brick house. Nez-ribbon Throw back roads could guess by slender poplars, like spaceships shot up to the sky green crown housing. River snake curled in the green, glistening ripples of waves, justifying the already exact name of the river, “I do.” Long shadows lay in the lowlands filled with mysterious black ravines, cool mist concealing veil. Looking around the guy began to rise above his feet, feeling tired reluctant to seek support, resting his hands on his knees, he eased the upward movement. It bumps will be no end to the top was only half of its growth as a foot, finding flimsy support slid and it uplifting clubs sandy dust flew head over heels for almost vertical slope down. Tripped over a piece of rock sticking out of the cliff, painful scratched his leg above the knee. Angry at a bad climb, he was going quickly, he surprised his swagger, climbed to the top. And only then at the top, really I felt the pain in his leg. Wound was like a wound from a sharp object. Blood flowed, folding cup on the knee, stained with mud.

“The wound was an urgent need to wash!” – He thought, and began to descend again to the water. “And, that’s the one.” – Going down closer to her abuser, the guy thought. And he began to consider it. It was a sharp Chipped edge of the pot sticking with the collapsed slope steeper.

– You’re from there took a pot? – Asked the space in the ear.. Dropping to one knee, his hands began to tear yielding soil. Soon it appeared the thin neck bellied surface Greek amphora with two arc-shaped handles on the sides. The outer surface kept some color illustration jammed with mud. Wounded amphora guy is faster, uncork vessel. Amphora was the size of a bucket. The guy tried to pull it out, but the vessel was heavy.

“Probably full of sand.” – He thought. And turning the neck down, he began to shake with her sand. But it was all to no avail, the sand does not spill.

“We must stick may be easier. I’ll take to the water to wash out there.”

In the water he washed the wound, the blood ceased to flow, but the pain did not go away. Not paying attention to the wound unwell, he pulled the vessel into the river, began to wash the amphora. On the surface of the picture stood out from the life of the ancient Greeks, hitting preserves the purity of colors. They showed a woman in a long white dress with amphora on his shoulder. Next scene of warrior fighting a hunter holding a spear in his right hand directed to the edge of the image of a brown bull. The neck amphora was chipped off and the sharp end of it sticking out outwardly. Slipping his arm, the guy came across a solid barrier compacted soil cap scored the internal volume of the amphora. Rinse mouth with water, he was convinced that this was the tight tube poking fingernail pliable tube material he stared substance. That may still be there honey? Ancient wax compressed time, he guessed. A vague presentiment of something unusual hidden there, shivering swept through the body, making you forget about the injury. “The treasure?! Maybe it’s a treasure!” – Frantically raced in the brain. He tried to remove the nail jam. Nothing worked. Wax pressed for centuries as a monolith stuck in the neck of the amphora. Finally, I break guessed right stick. Hazel branch, thought about, and that if you break it. No break an ancient work of art, to clean the house and put as decoration. Well, that is interesting, what is it? He became a broken branch to pick stopper. Scratched, pulled rotten rag from time to time, put his hand into the neck. Fingers groped hard roundels and oval plate. The treasure, and is a treasure. He took out a coin and looked at her, the glint of gold for a moment blinded Man, gleaming in a ray of the setting sun.

– Wow! Yes, I am richer than most of Tutankhamun! – He exclaimed. Tilting amphora, coins spilled on hand yellow circular plates were piled on a bunch of hard palm…