The story of a trip to pick mushrooms. Educational event for different age groups "mushroom picking"
It never happens later - it was the last day of the calendar autumn. Despite the snow that had fallen in the mountains the day before, the trip to the forest for mushrooms took place. Moreover, we were not on the plain, but in the foothills, at an altitude of approximately 400-500 meters, and there was snow on the neighboring mountains at this level.
At first I had no time for mushrooms. Chatyrdag was well lit. Especially Eklizi-burun, the highest peak of Chatyrdag (the fifth in Crimea), but a cloud was rapidly approaching it. We had to hurry to take a photo. 
But it's easy to say. To get to the top of the hill we had to wade through thickets of pine trees, rosehips, and other thorns. True, beautiful. 
There is a frame! 
As soon as I photographed Eklizi-burun, Chatyrdag was covered with a cloud like a blanket. 
Well, let's turn east and look at the beautiful Demerdzhi.
She is also in the snow. True, only the flat top is yayla, and the sides with the Valley of Ghosts are only dusted with snow.
In the south, in Alushta, it is sunny, and of course there is no snow. The sea is not a friend to snow.
Then I went to a reunion with a friend from Yalta, who specially came to Alushta to pick mushrooms. He was on the next hill. But my path was, as I already said, not easy - through continuous thickets of pygmy trees and wild roses. Well, we had to go down into the bed of a mountain river and climb up from the ravine. All this time the ringing of bells could be heard behind the trees.
Having made my way through the thickets of rosehip, I discovered, to my surprise, not cows. 
And they didn't care about me. 
Only the black mustang looked suspiciously in my direction. He probably wanted to say: “All sorts of people hang around here, they don’t let you eat in peace.” And in turn it flashed through my mind: “It’s good that this is not a bull, and it doesn’t have horns.”
On the mountainside I met... a seahorse. This is probably what a “squirrel” looks like to foresters.
On the “road” I met more mushroom pickers. Alas, their catch was almost nothing. - Aw! The answering “ay” was heard from behind the stones. This means that the Yalta mushroom picker is very close.
My friend’s catch was also small - mice and other small things. He did not take the russula (pictured) into account.
While he was picking mushrooms, I was collecting pine cones with my camera.
Him a mushroom 
- I need a bump.
Then my photographic catch was replenished with spotted stones. 
Just deer stones. 
Regular moss grows on the north side of the stone. That's how we were taught. 
And this one is “wrong”. 
And next to it are some wolfberries (sorry, botanists, I’ve been calling all unknown berries that way since kindergarten). 
Russula again. We don't touch it. 
Well finally real mushroom! This is an oil can. Although it doesn't look like it. Winter. 
And this is something good that delighted my friend when I showed it to him. Sorry, I don't remember the name.
Well, the walk was a success, the mushrooms are not the main thing, although there should be enough for the roast.
But we saw these trees. 
Even a branch of a usually nondescript fluffy oak tree looks beautiful in late autumn.
We return to Alushta. It's light and warm there. Maybe we’ll still go pick mushrooms, despite the calendar winter. Crimea after all. A friend picked mushrooms in Yalta this year... right after the New Year!
Now come with us to
I haven't been in the forest for two days. I got bored))) I went to Volsvin today. I thought maybe mushrooms had grown. But where can it be... The nights are cold, mushrooms don’t grow. I walked through the same places as in last time--- Not a single white one. Well, I collected them then! I didn’t miss a single one)))! I had to change the route. But everything is in order. From the clearing I walked to the left along this path. There are always boletus mushrooms growing there.
2.Again these unknown mushrooms. I thought they were wet. I doubt. The top is white, with small mushrooms covering it like butter. 
3. The boletus did not take long to look for it. Here he is, standing rooted to the spot. 
5. The forest here has large clearings, you have to walk a lot, from one copse to another. Huge spiders weave their web, it clings to clothes and face. Every now and then I brush the cobwebs out of my eyes.)) 
6. Super boletus. Handsome. 
7. This one is older, but it also flew into the basket. I only left half of the leg, the rest is hard. And she sent the slug to the ground to continue its business. Do you see how it’s hiding under the hat? 
8.It’s pleasant to walk on a green carpet. Although there are few mushrooms, the green color pleases the eye. Yellow leaves covered the moss, like flowers in a meadow. Beauty! 
9. I return back to the cutting area, and lo! Boletus! Big and hard, just begging to be thrown into the basket! And it’s impossible not to notice 
Visible from afar!
10.
11. I’m walking along the road, the felling has ended, the timber trucks have made a deep rut on the road. And in this pit a little pig grew up. Well, let it grow. 
12.On the way I admire the heather carpet. 
13. Butterflies come across more often than last time. Look for butter with me! Who found how much? Develop binocular vision!))) 
14. I went out to the forest lake. The fishermen created a resting place here from scrap materials. 
15. There was nothing here last time, and today there are no mushrooms. I'm moving on. Now the umbrella mushroom has appeared. I took it. I rarely take them, only when there are few mushrooms. 
16. Came to another one mushroom place. I was here last time, but I didn’t walk in every row of birch trees. But in vain)) Today a white one grew up here, and not even wormy. 
17. In my place with black boletuses Today there were more mushrooms than last time. 
18.Both large and small boletuses grow. 
19. So you can go again. Behind three boletus mushrooms))) 
20.And here is a mushroom. You can't see which one from above. Either a faded oilcan, or a boletus, or a mossy mushroom. And this is white! 
21. Cap mushrooms or floats catch your eye every now and then. 
22.By the way, they are edible, my mother always collected them when she found them in the forest. Now it’s hard for her to go to the forest 
23. Boletus of interesting colors. Or maybe it’s a boletus of such thieves))) 
24. Grandma. Also a type of boletus. But the cap is cracked and more fleshy, and the leg is tough. So I left the leg for the slugs. 
25. And here is a clearing with aspen boletuses! green flowers like at a wedding. I also decorated my head with a blade of grass! What a bride! 
26.And this is her fiance, or something))) 
27.Who is this then? Lover?))) 
28. The jokes are over, we have to go home. 15 minutes to the bus, and I need to get there, to the very end of the road. There's a stop there. 
29.So many good things grow along the way! And hawthorn and rosehip, 
30.Red rowan, hops, 
Yes, a lot of things. I came home, cooked the mushrooms, and then remembered that I didn’t take a photo of the basket. Oh well. Anyway, there was only half a basket of mushrooms. And I found only two white ones. The rest is boletus, boletus and boletus. Good Bai, my dears, I’ll go again in three days!
Municipal government educational institution
"Lozovskaya secondary school of the Verkhnemamonsky municipal district of the Voronezh region"
Educational event for different age groups
"Going for mushrooms."
Prepared by:
teacher
Nozdracheva I. A.
2016
Target: expand students’ horizons about representatives of the “third kingdom”.
Tasks: to consolidate students’ knowledge about edible and inedible mushrooms, to form children’s ideas about the rules for collecting mushrooms, to develop vocabulary, the ability to systematize, draw basic conclusions, and cultivate a love of nature through fiction and music.
Equipment: screen, laptop, photographs and illustrations about mushrooms, pieces of music, baskets, counting material “mushrooms”, stage costumes.
Progress of the event.
Leading:
Guys, look out the window, what a sunny, warm day it is today. I suggest you go on a hike.
Let's take each basket in our hands,
Let's go to the forest to pick mushrooms.
The stumps and paths smell
Delicious autumn fungus.
Along the paths, along the paths
We are in autumn forest let's go.
Under the birch tree, under the aspen tree
We'll pick mushrooms.
(Children follow the teacher and end up in the “forest.”)
Here is the forest. And silence.
Here, my friend, there is no need to rush,
There is no need for haste...
There are a lot of mushrooms here, guys.
Both for you and for the animals!
Oh, guys, look, our Katya has already found some mushrooms. Let's see.
Scene "Mushrooms"
Mushrooms run out and sit on the stumps... The girl Katya happily comes in with a basket. Stops in front of the first mushroom - White. He slowly gets up and stands importantly, with his arms akimbo, in front of Katya.
Kate.
Oh, what a good fungus
And it looks edible
In a dark hat with a white stem
Causes an Appetite!
White mushroom:
I porcini mushroom- I'm the best
And I am useful to to the same,
Everyone's joy on the table
Take me to your place!!!
Katya takes the mushroom by the hand and they move on. They meet a redhead.
Kate:
Oh, what a good fungus
And it looks edible.
In a red hat with a white stem.
Causes an appetite!
Boletus:
Boletus my name
I grow under the aspen trees,
I drink cold dew.
I'm waiting for you to come for me
And you will take it away in a basket.
Katya takes the mushroom, and they walk in a chain, like a snake, to the next mushrooms.
Kate:
Oh, what a good fungus
And it looks edible.
There are two of them here - how similar,
Causes appetite.
Butter:
1st. We are perky boletus
In small caps, with a leaf.
2nd. It was not in vain that you came to our forest
You and I will go too!
They walk in a line and approach the fly agaric.
Kate:
Oh, what a good fungus
But does it look edible?
In a red hat with white spots
Like a lantern burning in the forest!
Mushrooms: (in unison)
Kate! Don't take the mushroom
Take care of yourself.
Fly agaric:
I'm a merciless killer
Flies and other nonsense.
My suit is like a ceremonial flag,
You will notice the red color.
I'm bait for strangers
And I keep poison in reserve,
But the mushroom picker met me,
For some reason I'm not happy.
Mushrooms: (in unison)
Kate! Don't take the mushroom
Take care of yourself!
Kate:
I need mushrooms without poison,
I'll only be happy with something edible.
Well, and you, evil Fly Agaric,
(Wags his finger, the fly agaric runs away.)
Kate:
These are good mushrooms
Sprouted after the rain.
(Points to the collected mushrooms.)
Mushrooms (one at a time)
White: We are healthy and tasty.
Boletus: In soup and salted.
Oil can: Children and adults need it so much
In chorus: We are edible mushrooms.
Leading:
Guys, look around, how beautiful it is all around, the air is fresh, the birds are singing, the mood is great. Let's sing a song. Song "Funny mushrooms ».
Leading:
We walk along paths, we walk along paths.
We go with baskets, we go with baskets.
What kind of mushrooms are in our basket?
You can answer this together now.
Game “Say the Word”
Under the fallen leaves
The mushrooms hid together.
These are cunning sisters
These are yellow...(chanterelles).
There are many of us, mushroom brothers.
Morning on a warm summer day
We love to climb in a crowd
Even on a rotten stump.
Huddled together like chickens
The hemp has mushrooms...(
honey mushrooms)
Along the forest paths
Lots of white legs
In multi-colored hats, noticeable from a distance.
Collect, don’t hesitate - this is (russula)!
Our hats are like rings
Like rings of waves near a river.
Russula we are friends,
Our name is mushrooms...(waves)
Red-red, like a carrot!
Red, like a cheating fox!
Let's come closer to the tree.
We see a mushroom... Yes it issaffron milk cap!
Leading:
We collected a lot of mushrooms. Tell me, guys, what mushrooms can be eaten?
Edible.
What can we cook from mushrooms?
Mushroom soup, mushroom pies, salad, fried, salted, dried mushrooms.
A game is being held - the competition "Cook " Two teams are participating. There are two pots on the chairs. At the signal, the children take the fungus from the cup and carry it into the pan. The latter interfered with a ladle. Whoever cooked the soup faster won.
Leading:
Guys, do you want to know what kind of “treat” the witch once cooked in our forest? Listen to the poem.
The witch decided to cook soup:
Crushed the dried snakes,
Made a big fire
And she installed the boiler.
Between pines and meadows
I collected a bucket of toadstools,
Jumped over the hill,
I found a fly agaric
For seasoning - elderberry,
For poison - henbane,
Half a basket of wolf berries
And excellent fresh mud...
The soup came out - just what you need,
As many as twenty liters of poison.
Leading:
What mushrooms are we talking about in the poem? Are they edible or inedible? What else can you call them?
Poisonous.
Right. IN inedible mushrooms There is a poison that causes poisoning of the body and a person may even die. Therefore, such mushrooms were called poisonous.We collected edible mushrooms, but we will leave the poisonous ones in the forest, because all the mushrooms are needed in the forest. Either a squirrel will eat the fungus, or a hedgehog, and moose are treated with fly agarics.
Child:
Walked towards me along the path
fly agaricon a thin leg -
Bored alone in the forest.
And maybe there are crumbs on the hat,
Maybe white peas -
Like freckles on your nose.
How beautiful you are!
Just take you to the basket
I can't - it's a shame.
Don't be sad in silence -
Better stand here under the tree
And decorate the clearing.
Leading:
- Guys, look, it seems that the fly agaric has found friends and they want to dance their dance for us.“Like mushrooms grew in a forest.” Leading:
- Oh, we’re a little tired of picking mushrooms, let’s relax and play.
Game – competition “Find your basket”
Children are given pictures of mushrooms, 2 hoops are placed - “baskets”, at the signal “ edible mushrooms"run to their basket, and the inedible ones to another.
Leading:
Guys, mushroom picking is called " quiet hunt" For regular hunting they go with a gun, and for mushroom hunting they go with knives. Do you know why?
In order not to damage the mycelium, new mushrooms will not grow without it. And I also want to give you some advice - collect only mushrooms that are familiar to you, do not collect mushrooms along roads, near landfills, because toxic substances can accumulate in them. And there's ours kindergarten appeared in the distance, which means our journey is coming to an end. Let's end it with a fun song "Mushrooms" .
We went for a walk in the forest with baskets,
Collect autumn mushrooms.
But the cloud in the sky frowns,
And mommy is worried
That the rain will wet us again.
Mushrooms, mushrooms grow in the forest,
I wish I could put some big milk mushrooms in my basket.
The autumn rain passed in the forest,
And I shout: “Hurray, I found a mushroom!”
Mushrooms in a clearing
Home to my beloved mother
I came with a full basket.
Mushrooms, mushrooms grow in the forest,
We jump over the bumps even faster.
Mushrooms, mushrooms grow in the forest,
I wish I could put some big milk mushrooms in my basket.
This is a story about two ordinary modern friends Sanka and Vovka, who one day decided to go to the forest to pick mushrooms and spend a cultural weekend.
It was autumn. It was October outside, but the weather had not yet ceased to please and comfort with its niceness. One day, my friend Vovka and I were going to take a walk in the forest and indulge in mushrooms. We chose a suitable day, took some equipment, food supplies and hit the road. We went early in the morning, since morning is the best time for mushroom picking.
The forest was wonderful! We deliberately did not stop our attention on familiar places, but rode our bicycles far into wild and unfamiliar places. To be honest, I felt a little uneasy. I remember how my parents and I once got lost in the forest. The fear then was not a joke. Father kept walking and shouting “Hey-hey-hey!” But the only answer he received was his own echo, walking between the trees and laughing at us.
Therefore, even now we decided not to go far, but only to take a walk along the outskirts of the forest. The bicycles were hidden under a lush bush and, with backpacks on their shoulders, they went into the forest.
Birds sang high overhead, and the morning mist spread across the grass, which was damp from it. But we had foreseen this and were wearing warm rubber boots. Birch trees gave way to spruce trees. Sometimes there were pure spruce areas of the forest that looked somewhat gloomy and dark.
By noon our baskets were already full. Therefore, we decided not to collect any more, but simply enjoy nature and forest silence. Having come to one edge, we lay down on the ground, which was completely covered with a carpet of leaves. Somewhere in the distance a woodpecker knocked. His knock echoed throughout the forest.
We told each other some stories and fantasized about their non-existent endings.
Having rested a little, we took our meager supplies out of our backpacks and began to eat them in the fresh air. Each of us also had a bottle of beer, which we also “persuaded.”
After this, life generally became a joy and acquired bright colors.
The clouds quickly replaced each other, and the rustling of the leaves remaining on the trees rang like metal.
Finally, after an hour, we decided to head back. My strength was already running low and I still had to pedal the bike for several hours. But before that we had to find them.
Making our way through the lush bushes, we seemed to be on our way back. However, after an hour we realized that we were walking through completely new places that we had never been to before. Under our feet, to our surprise, moisture appeared, similar to swampy soil. The boots began to sink into the soft ground, and then completely squelched. “Is this a swamp here?” I say.
“This was still not enough,” Vovka responded.
All these circumstances made us extremely alarmed. Moreover, the sun was already inexorably heading towards the horizon.
At one point, the mood dropped sharply, jokes were replaced by serious thoughts and corresponding conclusions, the main one of which was that we don’t know where to go. We peered intensely into the ground, hoping to find our footprints or crushed grass, or scattered leaves, or any signs of our presence. But the area was definitely unfamiliar and was not going to be recognized.
The prospect of spending the night in the forest did not suit me; on the contrary, it frightened me to the point of horror. I couldn't help but remember the movie about the Blair Witch. There, three journalists went into the notorious forests to look for material about an old legend associated with a witch and mysterious mass disappearances of people. The story ended simply horribly.
I tried to start talking about this film and this story, but Vovka cut me off mid-sentence and asked me not to raise such topics. Besides, I myself realized that it was inappropriate.
The sun was already at the very end of the forest and thin strips of light peeked out from behind the harsh fir trees, as if hiding from the unfortunate travelers and leaving them alone with the forest. The birds fell silent and a terrible silence filled the entire space of the forest with its entire being.
In an instant it seemed to me that I smelled some strange bad smell. But he disappeared and I decided there was no point in talking about it. However, after a few steps he appeared again.
“What does it smell like,” Volodka asked. “Did you smell it too?” I told him.
“I can’t understand what it is, it’s as if my eyes have brightened.” Not finding an answer, we left this topic, and after some time we completely got used to the smell and forgot about it. But, as it turned out later, he did not forget about us.
I suggested that we finally stop and not go further to an unknown destination.
We still won’t find anything in the dark, but we’ll get completely lost.
“What should we do,” asked Vovka, “just sit down and sit?” There’s water everywhere, there’s even nowhere to lie down.” I didn’t know what to answer, since hopelessness painted a variety of pictures in my rich imagination, one more terrible than the other. After a pause, I suggested setting up camp for the night, that is, somehow adapting for sleep.
There was nothing to do and my friend agreed.
“Maybe we’ll climb a tree,” he suddenly said, “you never know what kind of animals there are in the forest at night.” I approved of this decision, since I was already having similar thoughts. Besides, lying on the water was unrealistic. And we began to look for a suitable tree.
Finally, a suitable tree was found. Already in the deep darkness we noticed that it was quite possible to climb onto it and sit on the large branches.
Vovka was the first to climb. He quickly jumped onto the first branch, pulled himself up on his hands and in an instant found himself at a two-meter height.
“There’s a good spear there, a little higher,” he said, “I’ll try to get there.” When I was waiting for him downstairs, I suddenly noticed something flashing in the distance.
I quickly looked in that direction, but saw nothing. A frost ran down my spine and a terrible numbness took over my entire being. I stared intently into the dark thicket of the forest, hoping to see something. Suddenly it began to seem to me that in the distant twilight of the forest there was some kind of movement, as if black shadows were rushing back and forth.
I felt the hair on my head move, my heart beat at a tremendous speed. I abruptly tore my gaze away and stopped gazing into the distance, because the more I strained my vision, the more distinct the dark shadows were. I knew that this happens from closely concentrating on something. A minute later I looked into the distance with fear, but there were no more shadows. In this tree I felt some kind of salvation.
It seemed that if we only climb higher, no one will reach us. I was already getting ready to climb in, when suddenly Volodya from above said in a loud whisper: “Light”! and points his finger somewhere into the thicket.
“Where”?, I say. "Over there".
But I didn't see anything where he pointed. “There’s nothing there,” I say.
“Yes, there is,” he did not let up and began to quickly climb down.
A minute later he was already on the ground and we went in the direction in which he was pointing.
Suddenly he stopped abruptly and turned his head half a turn: “Did you hear?” he asked me.
“What?” I say in a whisper.
“There was a sound there, there is something there,” he said, pointing to the side.
“I didn’t hear anything,” I say.
“It can’t be, it was very loud, like some kind of crash.”
“I really didn’t hear anything,” I say, “maybe you imagined it?”
And suddenly there was a sound from behind, like the sound of a sharply rushing wind. I turned sharply back and curled up into a ball, as it looked like something was about to hit me from behind. The basket of mushrooms fell out of my hands. But there was nothing behind.
Volodya turned to me: “Why are you sitting down?” Looking into his surprised eyes, I realized that he had not heard this noise. “This can’t be,” I say, “didn’t you hear that noise?”
“What noise? I heard a big crash over there.”
“No, there was just a loud noise from there, as if something was approaching.” Before I had time to finish my sentence, a crash was heard ten meters away from us, characteristic of a falling tree that falls with noise and crashing in the forest. We turned sharply in the direction where the sound came from and were already sure that we had both heard this sound.
“What was that?” Vovka asked me.
But I couldn’t answer, because my heart was beating so fast that it seemed like it was about to jump out.
“Did you see the falling tree?” Volodya asked.
"There was no tree."
“What was that?”
And as soon as he asked me “what was that?” he suddenly said with trepidation in his voice, which made me even more scared: “Look, what is this?” and points back.
I turn around and see several dark figures running out of the forest thicket and moving towards us in some strange jumps. The last thing I managed to see was that dark figures continued to run out of the forest and jump towards us, so that there were already about a dozen of them.
After that, as if on command, we started running as fast as we could. Terror filled my entire being. With my eyes wide open, I looked only forward and could not feel my legs. After only ten meters of the path, we actually saw some kind of glow between the foliage, what Vovka noticed from the tree.
I ran behind him, and behind me I could hear someone breaking through the foliage of the bushes and squelching their feet through the swamp. Jumping out from behind the bushes we saw a small house surrounded by a fence.
A reddish light flickered in one of its windows. Running up to the fence, I suddenly felt someone grab me by the forearm from behind. I screamed in horror and pulled my hand away as I ran. I don’t remember how I got over the fence, either from above or through.
Having flown onto the porch, we began banging on the door as hard as we could and screaming heart-rendingly in horror.
I don’t know how long this went on, but suddenly the door opened in front of us and on the threshold we saw an old woman in an old dress and an apron.
“Who do you want?”
“Please let us in,” we said, out of breath from running, “there is something in the forest.”
“Is there something?” the old woman repeated in a questioning tone and added meaningfully, “why shouldn’t there be.”
We turned around. In front of us stood the black wall of the forest, which was increasingly immersed in night sleep and darkness. There were no longer any figures, but there was a ringing silence.
“There’s something,” the strange housewife repeated and turned around and went deeper into the house. We quickly entered and closed the door behind us.
Slowly coming to our senses and catching our breath, we began to examine the inner chambers of the mysterious house.
The simple interior of the old building appeared to our eyes: a wooden floor on which a dirty rug lay in a narrow strip, on the side stood a small table on which a kerosene lamp was burning, three chairs stood nearby, an antique sideboard with dishes leaned against the wall, and in another corner there was a Russian stove.
There was also a washbasin on which another kerosene stove was burning, and next to the sideboard there was a small bedside table on which stood a candlestick with three lit candles.
To be honest, it didn’t become much calmer, since the old woman’s stern face did not inspire confidence at all.
“Why are you standing at the door?” she said in a creaky voice from the far end of the room and went behind the curtain.
We followed her hesitantly. A healthy black cat was lying on one of the chairs. He raised his head and carefully followed us with his gaze. Behind the curtain was another room with a similar interior and a bed.
“You’ll spend the night here.”
“Thank you very much,” we involuntarily burst out.
I sat down on the bed, and Vovka leaned his back against the wall and slid down it, squatting.
“Where have we ended up,” I say, “who is this old woman?”
“That’s okay,” Volodya replies, “what happened in the forest?”
“I don’t know,” I say. “I’ll never go into the forest again.”
My friend put his hands on his head. Behind the curtain, the shuffling of slippers on the floor was heard.
“What is she doing there?” I ask.
“I don’t know,” says Vovka, “oh well, I don’t have time for her now.”
“Maybe she’s going to cook us,” I say, grinning. Vovka looked at me and smiled.
The idea that some kind of “Baba Yaga” was going to eat us seemed funny to us. He stood up and quietly looked behind the curtain. There was no one in the other room. Even the cat disappeared somewhere. Only black shadows from the burning lamps moved in the corners of the room.
“She’s gone,” Vovka whispered. I leaned back on the bed and immediately felt how fatigue fell on me with its full weight.
“Let’s go to sleep,” I say, “the morning, as they say, is wiser than the evening.”
We lay down on the bed and almost immediately fell into a deep sleep. The last thing I remembered was that behind the wall, in the forest, there was some movement - something rustling or groaning. But it already seemed to me like my dream, and without being distracted by it, I plunged into anxious oblivion.
I was in the forest, and above, in the trees, like monkeys, some creatures with black faces were jumping after me. I ran from them, constantly stumbling and falling into the swampy swamps. Looking back, I saw how they flew from tree to tree making some whistling sounds.
They had very long arms, with which they deftly clung to branches. I was running and out of breath as I went. I had a basket in my hand. I just now noticed it and suddenly saw that it was filled with stones, which is why it was incredibly heavy, but I stubbornly did not want to part with it. I grabbed it from below with both hands and ran as fast as I could.
At one point I fell knee-deep into the swamp and felt cold water pours into boots. Letting go of the basket with stones, I began to climb out of this quagmire. At that moment, someone jumped on me from behind and I fell face first into a puddle.
I lay there and couldn’t get up, and someone standing behind me started shaking me behind my back:
“Sanya, get up, get up, Sanya, wake up!”
I opened my eyes and saw that I was lying on the ground with my face in a puddle. Having risen, I saw Vovka above me, who was trying to wake me up.
We looked around. It was early morning and the forest became much lighter. We lay on the ground in exactly the same positions in which we fell asleep on the bed in the mysterious house yesterday.
“Where is the house,” I ask, “where did it go?”
“I don’t know,” Vovka answers, “it seems to me that he didn’t exist at all.”
“So how could it not have happened?” I ask in bewilderment.
“This is all some kind of obsession.”
“So you think we were imagining all this?”
“I don’t know,” he says, “one thing I know for sure is that if we don’t leave this swamp as soon as possible, history may repeat itself, and I won’t survive a second night like this.”
He, as well as I, had no ideas, and we moved in the direction that seemed to us to be the opposite way.
Coping with the swamps, I silently prayed to God, asking Him to show us the right path.
We walked in silence, which made us feel a little uncomfortable, and Volodya kept trying to talk about some abstract topics. I responded and kept up the conversation, since the silent atmosphere of the forest was depressing.
The marshy soil became noticeably shallower and soon disappeared completely.
The ground became reliably firmer, which indicated good signs. After some time we saw an opening in the forest. Rejoicing, we rushed there in the hope of seeing the end of the forest.
Luckily for us, it turned out to be the clearing where we had rested and drank beer yesterday. There was no end to the joy.
We grabbed the castings from the ground and threw them into the air, solemnly rejoicing with delight. We found our resting place and were finally convinced that this was it. Having quickly found our bearings in the area, we determined the direction from which we had come and headed there.
And although the forest was still somehow unfamiliar, for some reason we now guessed where we had to go. After some time, we found a familiar bush, under which our bicycles rested. Screaming with joy, we began to get them out of there and still had a hard time believing that all this was true.
The way back went quickly.
We joked and recalled yesterday's events, trying to somehow explain them to ourselves.
But all our guesses came to a dead end - we did not find any rational explanations.
Later we learned that in swamps there is sometimes an accumulation of gases that can have different effects on humans. Perhaps the rotting of some herbs or hallucinogenic mushrooms caused all our visions.
And even the house with the old woman could be a figment of our imagination.
Lying in my bed at home, I thought how good it was that none of this was real.
The peace at home was the complete opposite of yesterday's atmosphere.
Anxiety and horror were replaced by serenity and calm.
As I fell asleep, I thought about how many more unlucky travelers might get lost in those places and not find the way back and thanked the Lord God for His ambulance and admonition.
In this article we will talk about how go to the forest to pick mushrooms and berries And don't get lost.
Hiking in the forest to pick mushrooms and berries– a very interesting, exciting activity. A real forest is not a grove, not a park, not a forest plantation; a forest is always serious.
It's worth understanding clearly somewhat vital important rules forest visits, otherwise a trip to the forest may end sadly. The prospect of getting lost, getting injured, and who knows what else—no one is immune from this.
So let's begin from equipment. Camouflage is very popular now cloth, camouflage clothing, so to speak, perfectly merging with the environment. But a trip to the forest is still not a military exercise, so it’s worth choosing bright clothes, conspicuous. Only such clothes will help you quickly detect a person in the forest.
Much attention should be paid shoes One should be comfortable and waterproof. Rubber boots with thick soles are best suited for this purpose; besides, such shoes are the most reliable against unexpected encounters with snakes. When going to the forest, you should take into account unexpected deterioration of the weather, so it doesn’t hurt to have waterproof clothing - raincoat or jacket. Backpack on the back - It’s very convenient, you should always have a mandatory supply of water with you, and you can also put a raincoat. It would be nice too flashlight take it with you. AND whistle take it - suddenly you won’t have the strength to call for help, so at least you’ll whistle. And this is not a joke.
Matches or lighter(it’s good to have both items), a piece of dry newspaper will never hurt to take with you. For example, I always take matches and a newspaper with me into the forest.
In case of forced overnight stays in the forest(we take an extreme case - you still get lost), a supply of warm, waterproof clothing will be very useful.
Certainly, to the forest It's better not to walk alone. IN unfamiliar forest You shouldn’t meddle at all, only with someone who knows the place. In any case, family and friends should be warned about your trip to the forest and the approximate time of return. Mobile connection is required. Of course, don’t forget to charge your phone before traveling. Although, of course, there are forest areas where there is no connection. But you always need to navigate by the clock in order to get out of the forest by a certain time.
Modern navigation aids such as GPS devices– very reliable. But again, not everyone has such technical means, and even in a dense forest, during rain, signals from satellites are very weakened and are not always picked up by instruments. A clearing, any open place can help in establishing such a connection.
The classic way to determine the direction of movement, tested over decades (and even a longer period), is compass. Can navigate by the clock, by the movement of the sun, but in case of cloudy weather or bad weather, these methods do not work. A compass Reliable in any weather. It's very simple. We need to remember the direction of movement into the forest, for example, we go north. This means that you need to exit the forest strictly to the south. It is sometimes impossible to get exactly to the point of entry into the forest. But, most importantly, do not stray from the direction of movement.
Good reference points are highways, railways, power lines, and fields. Sometimes mushroom pickers break branches of bushes when moving, make some kind of notches - leave marks for orientation. In the forest you have to be observant all the time, and not only regarding the mushrooms you are looking for!
Don't rely on common signs, wandering from year to year even in school textbooks, about ways to determine parts of the world with the help of moss that grows mainly on the north side, and the gentle slope of an anthill on the south side. All these and many other signs often do not work. Apparently, something has changed in Nature since the discovery of these methods of determining parts of the world.
When it feels like you're lost, you need to look for a way to any settlement. A stream or river will always lead to housing. The only question is how far you have wandered.
How to spend a night in the forest if you get lost? Of course, you shouldn't look for your way at night. It’s easy to get injured at night—darkness largely distorts surrounding objects. The main thing is not to panic and try not to get too cold.
A fire in such a situation will be a savior. But you also definitely need to move - jump, gallop, run in a small circle, just so as not to freeze. IN as bedding for sleep, if it is not very cold, you can use leaves, branches, spruce branches are good, for example. If you took a thermos with hot tea with you, that's great. At night you need to sit still, give signals by shouting, whistle, or flashlight. Fire and smoke can be good guides for finding a lost person.
Constantly need to listen to the forest, capture various sounds, which may include signals from search engines and car engines.
Anyway, going to the forest, take this very seriously. Be observant and attentive. Handle the forest to YOU, then any mushroom and berry picking will bring only positive emotions.
