The ancient name of Yerkorgan is more likely to have been Ksenipa, although archaeologist Mihair Yevgenievich Masson believes there was once another ancient city named Navutaka alongside Ksenipa. Many books have been written on this subject, including by Professor Masson and myself. I even infer that, to some extent in Macedonia ahead of Alexander, this place used to be sid brown people of the city, they are Asia minor miletus priests of the temple of Apollo, xerxes power in the achaemenid dynasty moved to millet, the reason is that sid brown people worry about revenge with tribal people, because they are the treasures of the temple of Apollo to the xerxes.
Of course, this is all later. And on that day, our task was very specific, which was to draw the plan of Yerkurgan.
Map the ancient city
It was forecast to be sunny and hot, but we were in terrible shape and had work to do, which would have to start with waking up from a sleepless night the day before. At that time, from the old city to the north there was a large irrigation canal with a strong current. The water was cool and yellow because of the silt. Without hesitation, Coria and I lay flat on the edge of the canal and plunged our heads into the water until there was not enough air in our lungs, and so on, alternating for half an hour. Tanya was furious about this (she didn’t drink Vebornovi) and kept pushing us, repeating one of mihail Masson’s tasks that we had to do.
But that didn’t work for us, and Sometimes, between showers, Coria would yell at her, “Don’t rush, Tanya, or I’ll make you taste canal water, too!” The cool water finally woke us up, and an hour later, Coria and I were ready to devote ourselves to science. We climbed to the top of the Yerkurgan wall, surveyed the whole town, laid out the visual plan, and then began to draw.
What we draw may be called a visual plan, which is widely used in archaeological route surveys, has the advantage that it takes less time than an instrumental plan. Mikhael Yevgeniewicz was a master of this kind of mapping, having inherited his skills in surveying and mapping from his father, who had been chief surveyor of Samarkand before the October Revolution. I owe much of my visual skills to Mihair Yevgenievich and a teacher from my teenage years in the Caucasus, Andrei Petrovich Runic.
By using the method of visual city or the plan of the ancient villages, not every archaeological scholars are good at, say, the skills, a “genius”, the second, on the basis of abundant experience and a necessary step is measured accurately, and my step quantity scale just a metre, also has a good visual force and find target bp technique. To use this method, you also need a few tools: a compass, a ruler, a pencil and an eraser (usually hung around your neck like a talisman), a flat drawing board (usually made of plywood and sanded smooth), and Wattman paper or square paper. Visual plans are more important than instrumental plans. For the former records only uplift and depression, and countless horizontal lines; On a visual plan, the archaeologist can highlight the historical topography of an ancient city or village. Fixing the location and date of the pottery can be done simultaneously to determine the initial significance of the rise, whether it is a temple, a building, or a tomb. All this is plotted on the map above, so that when we finish the drawing we have enough of an idea of an ancient city and its parts — the castle, the city itself and its suburbs.
Nowadays, fewer and fewer people can draw visual floor plans. I remember something very interesting. In 1990, when the first Joint Uzbek-Japanese expedition to the famous ancient city of Tippe in Darvizin began, I spent a lot of time trying to explain to my Japanese colleagues that it was possible to make accurate plans without complex instruments. They were very skeptical. I then sketched out the plot of Dalvizin Tepe and quickly handed them the plan. They didn’t believe it was so simple, so they decided to re-measure it, using a laser theodolite. The results surprised them, because they matched the topography to the area within a meter.
Professor Masson led a team on an archaeological expedition to Kesh, 1966.
There have been cases where visual plans gave more accurate results. I have more than once modified the instrumental plan of the old city.
At that time, in yerkurgan ancient city plane survey work, our enthusiasm was very high, despite the heat, but all our work was very productive. In our work, we used a rotation method, where I measured a section of the Klyadam bearing mark, and then reversed it. While collecting pottery, Tanya prepared very simple food for us. In this way, we pushed forward with our assigned tasks step by step, making sure that the plan was ready before Professor Masson returned.
Eventually, we got the drawing out, and when we got back to the starting point by 7 p.m., we were exhausted. He leaned over the edge of the canal again, as usual, and plunged his head into the water, but this time to refresh his mind and relieve the fatigue of a long day’s toil under the scorching sun.
With Professor Masson
I remember going the other way in 1966. I accompanied Mihail Masson on an expedition, just the two of us, and it was the last one in his decades-long archaeological career. And now looking back, how far it was! I was proud that he had brought me with him on this expedition. I think he must have understood how I felt then. At the time, he was 69 years old, and it became increasingly difficult for him to study the bus, and to study the route again. A year later, on the eve of his 70th birthday, Mikhael Yevgenievich completely abandoned the archaeology teaching and research department he had founded and developed. With his departure, the teaching and research office, once admired by the world’s scientific community, gradually went irreversibly downhill.
At 5.30am, our line expedition started from Karshi, passed through Qassam, and then headed north-west towards the desert region between Karshi and Bukhara (Sondukli Desert). Mikhael Evgenievich was in the driver’s seat, and I was on top of the carriage. The car was shaking very badly, and the road here was worse than no road at all! Despite the poor road conditions, the truck was huffing and puffing. If memory served, it was a Gas-53, but amazingly, there were no problems along the way.
In this seemingly waterless region, we found archaeological sites. At one point, we hit a small site with a clear square layout of walls. I began to draw floor plans and collect “ground objects” while Mikhael Evgenievich pondered with the materials he collected. Later, as the two of us gathered, he suggested to me that the site might be a Ribat — a facility for the religious guardians of Ghazi, which was common in the 8th and 9th centuries when the Arabs were spreading Islam to Central Asia.
After a good look at the site, we moved on, but soon lost our way. There were no roads, indeed, and rolling sand hills on all sides, with few open Spaces in between. And the temperature is high, 40 degrees in the shade and over 60 degrees in the sun, but where can you find shade in the desert right now? After a while, the bus stopped suddenly, and Mikhael Evgeniewicz leaned out of the cab and said to me, “Eddie, look ahead. There seems to be a village over there. I can even see trees.” However, no matter how I looked, I could see no sign of the village. So we know that It was Mikhael Evgenievich who had seen a vision, a common phenomenon in the deserts of Central Asia. And a little while later, I had the same experience.
In front, on the horizon of the desert, there seemed suddenly to be great snow-capped mountains, from which rivers flowed. It all happened quickly and clearly, but in a few minutes it was all gone again. Some time later, by chance, we came upon a place called Kuoche, where herders lived with their flocks. We drove up to it, but there was an eerie silence, no sign of people, as if there were no living things. I approached the yurt and called out in a loud voice, “Akka, is the master there?” There was no response. So I decided to turn around and get back in the truck. But as I turned around, I was shocked. Around me, about four or five meters away, there were five domestic dogs, a famous Breed of Central Asian wolfhound, lying on the ground looking at me.
I made a nervous little movement, and the dogs gently rose to their feet and began to growl menacingly at me. Any thoughts of moving your body vanished. But for how long? I wondered. When will the master come back? Suddenly, there was a scolding voice behind him. I turned to see an elderly granny coming out of the yurt. It turns out that underneath the yurt is a sard-Hana, a room dug out of the earth beneath the surface to avoid the summer heat.
She spoke enthusiastically to me in Uzbek, offered me a drink made with suzma and water, and showed me the way. After some driving, we finally got on the Bukhara to Karshi road, and it was late at night. Something extraordinary happened here, some of the details of which I will remember for the rest of my life.
A few hundred meters into the city, a traffic cop stopped us. As if picking a fault, he took a long time to check the driver’s papers. Mikhael Evgeniyevich watched from the driver’s seat and got out of the cab and approached the officer when he learned that traffic police were going to punish the driver for a non-existent violation and confiscate his license.
You can imagine what it was like: Late at night, Karsch, there was no one on the road, and a heavy man in undecipherable clothes was walking toward you. On inspection Tours, Mikhael Evgeniewicz always wore an English cork helmet, an Austrian sursuit, and large leather boots. Also, under the helmet was a pair of old-fashioned round glasses. Who could have guessed what impression mikhail Yevgenievich’s whole appearance made on the policeman on duty. What happened was this: Mikhail Yevgenievich approached the traffic policeman and, with a slight pause, said in a great voice, “Do you know what Lenin told us? ! Comrade Lenin once said — formally correct, but essentially a mockery.” Traffic police listen to the words, also do not understand what is the meaning of this sentence, then take a look at Samuel mihajlovic according to mason’s appearance, body seemed to shrink the moment, woodenly stared at him, while the hands of the documents back to the driver, then quickly ran to the front of the nearby parked motorcycle, launch and ride up quickly and soon disappeared. Perhaps, if he had lived, he could still remember that hot June night in Karshi, and the puzzling image of a man who could name the leader as easily as if he knew him well.