A collection of poems about mushrooms that grow in the forests of the Moscow region. In August-September 2023, I rested at the dacha in Semkhoz. I was surprised to learn from the Internet that these are mushroom places. I really didn’t think so! I have lived in the country all my life, and our Semkhoz is certainly not a mushroom place. There are a hundred times more mushrooms. But our forests are ancient, like Rus' itself, and I love to wander in search of I don’t know what - either mushrooms, or new subjects. Last summer turned out to be a mushroom summer, and there were enough mushrooms, even taxis stood on the road near our sites - while waiting for an order, the drivers wandered in the forest - well, the Internet gives away a mushroom haven... After wandering through the forest, I came to our old panel house, which preserves the memory of the past, and wrote these poems. Different - adults and children, melodious and rhythmic. I’m not a poet, but when it comes to mushroom abundance, the lines themselves jump and jump... The photos in the book are the author’s, some photos are taken from free photo stock sites, such photos have their online address.