By Semen Ustinov
BLESSED BY THE TIME|
In search for fallen cones, I am walking through the bushes of wild
rosemary and suddenly see a piece of white stone under the roots of a big birch-tree.
I bend over, move the bushes, thick layer of moss and what I see - a scull! A skeleton
of a tall man is laying before me on thick, rotten, crude boards. There is a small axe,
a pike and a harpoon put near the remains. On the same place there is a headdress made
of some durable material and a small leather bag with a rotten tinder and a stone inside.
There is also a strip of metal - a steel and a small round red bead. This bead has
impressed me greatly - whose good luck charm for long journey, whose talisman, whose
parting words was this unknown Russian man carrying with him in this faraway Evenks
land. And he was buried by Evenks rite, not in a grave.
I am at the Kourminsky cape,
standing and experiencing well-known feeling of admiration towards the expanse of
beloved Baikal nature. Everyone who looks into the distance from high mountains knows
this feeling. But what is it, where the steep rocky slope ends? Narrow, almost even
space borders on the forest. It is completely piled high with stones, but flat blocks,
many of which are put on the edge, fence it off.
This is obviously made by man!
The first assumption - it is a structure of defensive purpose. A tribe was taking shelter
there when enemies attacked, and it is the best place to defend oneself - while the
enemy is climbing the steep slope, he can be shot with an arrow. There is only one
entrance here and there are impassable mountains behind.
There are some craters on
the fenced area and space with narrow entrance under a huge slab - everything is
However, archeologist Artur Kharinsky stated a theory that
it was a ritual site of ancient settlement, pagan rituals took place here. There is
possibility that there was an ancient settlement somewhere on the coast of Maloe sea.
We climb the Ankhaloy mountain which is at the Rytiy cape. I am at almost flat
surface... edged by a familiar bank of vertically installed stones! Same spirit of
ancient times as it was at the site of settlement of the Kourminsky cape, same stillness
as it was thousands of years ago. Oh, how inhabited was our land in the ancient times!
It seems to me that deep, clear feelings penetrate into the soul from the contact with
Later on, I found out that native Buriats consider the Ankhaloy
mountain sacred, and since the older times prayer services took place there... It is
the best place in these parts to make contact with eternity, because it is blessed by
I was making field researches of Altai wapiti and bear on the Primorsky range, at
the Maloe sea of Baikal. In twilight before the dawn, I was returning to the place
where I was spending the night. From near Baikal a thin fog came and was moving rapidly
through the forest. I froze - a big black pangolin was coming through the fog at the
brim of the forest! My common sense was telling me it cannot be true, we just do not
have such beasts here, but he was there, his eyes sparkling. The fog gone away soon,
the pangolin stood still, and I approached him with my heart in the boots...
How whimsically a thick piece of wood could burn out in old forest fire! Even the eyes -
burned holes of snags with glittering coals. The movement of the fog created illusion
of movement of the pangolin.
|THE MEMORY OF NATURE|
In Kachugskiy region there
is a taiga lake Toulon. Once I have spent a whole spring there. The lake, covered up
with snow, is covered with lines of deer tracks. In one place the ice cover is bend in,
and yellow water can be seen. Deers like it much, they come to eat snow saturated with
this water. Warm days came, the snow started to melt, the ice was covered with water,
and small columns pressed under deer's tracks spread in different directions. Large
circles appeared - marks of unknown colossus. A person unacquainted with their source
would think that these are the trails of an alien from outer space. Everything in nature
has its explanation, seek for it and you will find it.
TRAILS OF AN ALIEN|
publications from "Wanderings time"