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really like to go to the forest for mushrooms.
There is one good place where there are a
lot of mushrooms. This is a small area of
forest, stretched out in a strip, bounded
on two sides by an abandoned field, on the
third by a swamp, and on the fourth by a clearing.
A power line stretches along the clearing.
It is almost impossible to get lost in this
forest, because sooner or later you go out
to one of these landmarks, after which it
becomes clear where to go next. On the edge
of the swamp there are several huge trunks
of fir trees that once suffered from fire.
It is not known how many years they have
been monuments to the old catastrophe, since
mature trees are already buzzing around,
among which there are many aspens and birches.
Apparently, that's why a large aspen mushroom
lives at their foot. It is not by chance
that I am talking about the mushroom in
the singular. It has long been known that
a real mushroom lives underground.
These are the threads of the mycelium,
which forms a network over a very large
area. We can say that the mycelium is similar
to the Internet, and those mushrooms that
we see and can collect are separate computers
connected to this network. The difference
is that computers can exist autonomously,
and mushrooms are initially manifestations
of the network.
In this forest, mushrooms grow very quickly,
so a giant with a height of twenty centimeters
often turns out to be strong and beautiful.
The ground next to the swamp is covered
with moss, and in the forest itself - with
tall grass. It is very exciting to rummage
in these thickets, looking for excellent,
large and clean aspen.
And if you sometimes come across a white
mushroom among them, you experience a real
hunting excitement. Your legs carry you
on by themselves, you breathe in the fresh
forest air, filled like broth with the aromas
of mushrooms and herbs, and at this moment,
more than ever, you live a full life, merging
with nature.
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