There is a small lake not far from the village. But not everyone manages to find it. For a long time I asked a local grandfather to lead me to the lake, but he only swore and crossed ... Finally, on the advice of his neighbor, I found a volunteer.
We walked no more than an hour, through the forest. At first, the forest was like a forest, but the farther away, the thicker moss became, more lichen on trees. Then we had to walk through a tunnel between mosses. In some places, moss walls were as high as my head. And the trees were more and more mature...
The day was quite gray and a strong wind was rising. The trees were humming overhead. It seemed as if night was about to fall. The trees put their gaunt paws on the trail, wriggling them in snakes, spreading them in arches. Like in old fairy tale movies ... One could not help expecting the appearance of the wood spirits.
But we did not see any fairies - we approached the lake. We went out to it by the bright light - it turned out that the sky above the lake is clear. And there was no wind. While we went, constantly some flying small creatures biting, got into mouth and eyes, squeaked and hummed ... Around the lake there was a death silence. I felt, as though I was looking at a color photo, only too contrasted, and I did it in a surdocam.
Around the lake, and it is perfectly round, even, like an artificial covering, everything is covered with cranberries. I had never seen such a large one.
It turned out that you can go to the lake only by the river, a bog around. And nevertheless, there are trees growing on the bog. Very uncomfortable when I stepped on the root of the tree, and a 10-meter tree began to slowly lean to the side.
We approached the water itself - black as tar and just as thick. No ripples, no bukarahs of any kind - nothing. Such a picture - dark blue sky, black water and bright green grass.
But the most important thing was what was going on in my soul. And there was some uneasiness, as if I found myself blindfolded and with my hands and feet tied on the thin first ice. All I know is that the shore and the bottom are equally far. All in all, it's scary! But at the same time I catch myself being excited - I feel my breath.
Not far from the river, about 20 meters away, I noticed an old wooden box. I risked to climb down behind it. Almost fell through, but got it. There are a few trollers in it, anchors had rotted away long ago. I decided to take them as a souvenir.
It seemed that we had been at the lake not long, about 20-25 minutes. But it turned out that we had left in the morning and only returned in the evening. It's a pity nobody had a watch with them - what would it show?
When we went back to the village and were passing by the grandfather's house, the grandfather called us. We went into his house. The old man, after a while, started to ask us how we went and what we saw. I showed him the box. The grandfather turned pale, crossed himself and began to tell us a story.
About 15 years ago he decided to go to the lake to try fishing. It also struck him with its strangeness. But that was not the point. He just had frogs for bait. And one of them got away, sat down on the edge of the lake and began, what a monster, croak! And so the grandfather was offended that he not only ran away, but also mocked, that he could not stand it, chose a clump of grass with moss, rolled it all up, and threw it at the frog. Knocked it into the water. Suddenly the waters parted, the immense back turned out, and the frog was finished. And then the unknown beast raised a mound of water and rushed toward the shore. But there was no bank as such, it often happens on overgrown reservoirs. But it wasn't that that frightened the old man, but the wave lifted him on the marsh. And he couldn't keep his feet. It rocked for a few minutes. He barely made it home alive when he left all his stuff.
Local people told me later that some kids from the village were floating on a bouncy boat in the lake and tried to measure the depth with a brick on a rope. The 50-meter rope was not enough, but in the center of the lake, at a depth of about a meter, made out a sandy top. Such an underwater island. Remarkably, the steepness of the slopes, if you believe the brick and rope, is about 45%.
Many years have passed since then, but the feeling of creepiness and excitement is still alive. The most interesting thing is that for many years I was drawn to this lake. Pulled me with terrible force. And only fear, animal fear of the lake stopped me. My companions are experiencing the same emotions. After the walk we never talked about the lake, about the sensations - we couldn't... Only 5 years ago, we talked, were surprised, horrified...
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