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Legends of Lublin - Legend about the devil's paw

2017-12-18 07:26:59 UTC

written by Kacper

Kacper Paśnik - Warsaw Legends

2018-01-03 08:23:12 UTC

Warsaw is the capital of Poland and the Siren is in the coat of arms of Warsaw.

One day, at the foot of today's Old Town, a beautiful mermaid came out of the water to rest a little on the sandy shore. She liked the place so much that she decided to stay here forever. Unfortunately, fishermen living in a nearby settlement noticed that during the fishing, the waves of the Vistula rush, the network tangles and lets the fish out of the pots. So they decided to catch the pest. However, when they heard the beautiful voice of a mermaid, they gave up their intentions and sincerely loved the beautiful fish-woman, who from then on made every evening delight them with beautiful singing. One day he saw a mermaid rich merchant and decided to capture her. He trapped her in a wooden shed with a trick. The crying mermaid heard a young son of a fisherman and with the help of his friends, he released her under the cover of the night. The mermaid, thankfully for saving her life, promised them that whenever they needed help,she would defend them. And from that time, the Warsaw mermaid, armed with a sword and shield, defends the city and its inhabitants.

adam świderski Poland

2018-01-03 08:27:28 UTC

In the old days, before the Slavic tribes joined Mieszko I, on the Wawel Hill, a castle grew, ruled by the worthy King Krak.

The castle was beautiful and rich, the subjects of Krakus were happy to have such a good ruler and a magnificent castle which from his name was called Krakow. The king also had a beautiful and wise daughter, Wanda. Krakow was growing fast and people from neighboring tribes were coming to its gates.

Among the pilgrims seeking happiness, there was a young shoemaker named Skuba, who was driven to Krakow by pursuing his own shoemaker's workshop. For the inhabitants of Krakow, life flowed in happiness, and the days passed carelessly. One day, their peaceful life was filled with terror. Here is a huge dragon in the sky. His large wings were eclipsed by the sun, and the thick armour was immune to arrows and swords. The dragon lived in a cave under the hill, ignoring the people who at the time were to become his meal. From that day, the beasts, in the whole land and among the neighboring tribes, began to be called the Wawel Dragon.

michal zabek

2018-01-09 12:30:15 UTC

As promised today, we present the legend of Czardziej Łapy:

The place of the legend is the Crown Tribunal. It was a kind of court of higher instance for the nobility, which operated in Lublin in the 16th and 17th centuries. If someone was not satisfied with the court's verdict, he could appeal to the Tribunal and count on the successful outcome of the trial.
This was what the widow counted in 1637. She appealed against the verdict of the city court. The matter did not seem hard to judge. A wealthy nobleman broke into her home, robbed what she had, and burnt the buildings. The woman demanded compensation.
However, the rich nobleman bribed the judges, and the sentence was passed in his favor. The woman, however, did not give up. She turned to the Crown Tribunal. She came to Lublin full of hope for a fair sentence.
Unfortunately, as it turned out also here, the nobleman managed to bribe the judges. Again, the verdict stated that the widow was not guilty on his part for not committing any crime. The woman was deprived of the chance to recover at least some of the looted property. "Even hell will judge justice !!" she cried, and she shouted through the court with tears.
In the evening something strange happened ... A very beautiful, richly decorated carriage, pulled by extremely handsome horses, arrived in the court building. Elegantly dressed gentlemen got out of the wagon. Their coats were decorated with precious stones, framed with gold. If it were not for the fact that they had hooves instead of feet, they would not be different from ordinary people ...
They went to the Tribunal. The case of the poor widow was again on the agenda. Witnesses were called, they were interrogated. This time nobody dared lie in the presence of such extraordinary judges. The sentence they had spent was in favor of the widow. The nobleman was to hand over her stolen property and pay compensation for the damage he caused.
To justify this verdict, the devil reading it hit the table with his hand. It bounced off the burned trail on the counter. This table can still be seen in the lobby of the Lublin Castle. (Czarcia Paw, visible in the picture, being a part of our pre-school decoration was made by Mrs. Katarzyna Słaby).
While the devil pronounced his sentence, Christ, on the cross in the courtroom, turned his head to the wall. He did not want to see that the devil had a fairer sentence than people had spent. The Krzyż Trybunalski is still in one of the chapels in the Archcathedral.

Rafał Trąbka

2018-01-09 12:43:56 UTC

The legend of bazyliszek/basilisk

Long ago, in Warsaw in the forge armourers, which was owned by Mr Martin something boiled and boiled. Mr. Martin had two children - Hanka and Maciek. The children came to the father, asking:

Daddy, and can we go to the market today?

- That's right!! - exclaimed Maciek.

After a moment's thought, busy father said,

- Yes, but you have to get back before dark.

- We will definitely return! - Hanka said running out of the room.

Mr. Martin was polishing armour, and swords, when the time of the children arrival came but they were playing like never before.

It got darker and started to be completely dark. Mr. Martin began to worry. Concerned went up the stairs of the room and cried children's names. Already frightened he went out to look for Maciek and Hania. Suddenly he saw his brother in the basement with lights lit. He thought that the children were lost and hid in the basement of his uncle.As he was approaching the light he heard something like the sound of a rooster crowing and only slightly leaned against the wall and a huge cock with such a colourful and shimmering feathers appeared in front of him that words are not able to express it. Then Mr. Martin recalled the legend of the basilisk that said no one could look into the face of the monster or he would turn to stone. He looked around and in the corner of the basement he saw - Maciek and Hanka. He ran hastily to drop the notice and to warn the children . He thought that the kids there turned to stone . How could he bring them back to
life ? He remembered the way-if Basilisk looked at himself the monster would turn to stone too. He ran home as quickly as possible and put on the freshly polished armour with the helmet and went down to the basement. Basilisk heard something scrambling. He walked over and threw his magical look. Unfortunately saw its own reflection, and that was so stupid and he was turned to stone himself. Everything he had killed with his terrible sight now got back to life. Terrified children fell into the arms of his father explaining to him that the fair offered a surprise for the audience in the basement and that they trusted and they met the monster and looked straight in his terrible eyes and that made them stunned. Maciek said it was a warning for children and for us not to trust strangers.

Karol Krawczyński

2018-02-13 13:01:09 UTC

Legend about the orgin of Lublin
In the beginning of XIV century Lublin 's residents wanted their locaity to be a real town . So they came to the castle of Prince Wladysław the shorty elboł and begged him to give Lublin the rights . The prince welcomed them and listen carefully to their story. He liked the tale of a goat which survived the invasion of Otoman ' s Turks . She was only creature left alive . She happily fed her children in the yard .So they all decided to give the portrait of browsing goot as a picture in Lublin ' s coat of arms

Angelika Woch ♥

2018-02-20 12:16:31 UTC

Legend - Wars and Sawa
Long ago, when our country is covered with impassable wilderness, in the very heart of the Vistula river lived a young fisherman named Wars. He was a man, hardworking and cheerful, so conducive to happiness to him. Hewed same boat, often sailed on the half and never came back empty-handed. Especially liked the night trips when the river reigned undisturbed peace and moon glow enveloped the world. Once, when hidden in the reeds waiting for the nets for a catch, he noticed lovely, longhaired girl whose body was from the middle fish tail. Siren unaware that anyone looking at her, she began to sing. At the sound of her voice fisherman fell in love at first sight. Since then, every night he wanted to see her, so he hid in the reeds and napawał her beauty and singing. Finally he decided to reveal and confess her love. It turned out that the fisherman was also not indifferent to the siren. Wars had asked her to marry him and she agreed and took the name Sava. Consent to marriage of sirens with the man made the fish tail was turned into legs. Soon, in a cottage by the river sumptuous wedding held Wars and Sawa, and they lived happily ever after surrounded by respectful people. After years around their house was a large fishing village, which was named in their memory of Warsaw. That is how the nucleus of our capital.

The legend of Poznan capstools. michal zabek

havefunletsbefriends — 2018-02-20 12:20:07 UTC

According to one version of the folk legend, when the city hall was rebuilt after the great fire of Poznań, the clock for the town hall tower was ordered by master Bartłomiej of Gubin. The city council decided to celebrate this important event with great pomp. A great feast was planned, to which great personalities were invited to Poznań. Because the work was not a measure, the chef turned the main roast meal from roe leg to spit, he appointed the young chef Pietrek. Sarnia's hind legs were burning slowly and Pietrek was curious how the clock mechanism looks. The young cook, unable to wait for the end of the baking, decided to leave the roast for a moment and only look at the clock once [1].

However, in his absence, the roast fell into the fire and burned to coal. The terrified boy ran to a nearby meadow where the inhabitants of the city grazed their animals. He kidnapped two goats from there and took them to the town hall kitchen. The goats, however, broke free from the boy and fled to the cornice of the town hall tower. There, in front of the burghers gathered, two small white goats were frightened and began to run horns. This view made the voevoda and the invited guests so amused that the mayor gave Pietrek his guilt and ordered the clockmaker to make a mechanism that would run clock-goers every day. Since then every day when the trumpet player plays the bugle call from the town hall tower at the noon, there are two gosling goats. And real goats did not reach the tables of city councilors and townspeople, but they were pulled from the tower and returned to the poor widow, their real owner [1].

The legend of Gdańsk lions b

2018-02-20 12:21:57 UTC

Gdańsk was once famous for its outstanding stonemasons, but none of them was as capable and as well known as Daniel. It was from his hand that the greatest masterpieces came out, and the objects carved in stone looked alive. Daniel liked to carve the lions. He loved it to such an extent that the residents of the city joked that the master was lucky enough for these animals, like his biblical namesake, who he threw in the lion's den and made friends with them. When the city council resolved to decorate the town hall with a new coat of arms, it was addressed to Daniel. It did not surprise anyone, because someone else could better carve the arms of lions that guarded the crown and two crosses?February activitie

These were troubled times. Poland was falling down, harassed from all sides by hostile neighbors. The Prussian king in particular looked at Gdańsk, wanting to join him to his lands. The developed port city was a tasty morsel for him. Daniel sometimes thought about it while working, but he was convinced that the lions guard the Polish crown, which Kazimierz IV Jagiellończyk had once hung over the two arms crosses.

Soon the master finished his work and organized a great festival to unveil the newly carved coat of arms. Everyone waited impatiently for the moment when they would see the work. When the coat of arms was unveiled, a murmur of admiration rushed through the crowd. However, after a moment, astonished voices sounded.
- The master must have made a mistake!
- He mocked us!
- Did he not know the coat of arms of his city?
People began to shout and there was one big noise and confusion. And indeed, the new coat of arms differed from the one on all flags and seals. There the lions were facing each other, and their eyes met over the shield held in their paws.

But then an old man with a long, gray beard appeared from the crowd. The assembled people recognized him as the once famous master of stonemasonry, Krzysztof.
"There is no mistake here," he said in a loud voice. - Master Daniel knew what he was doing. Look at these lions, their eyes go to the Golden and High Gate, and the royal road begins there. Gdańsk's lions look towards the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth, expecting care and help from our city when the need arises.
The crowd fell silent. People nodded thoughtfully, following the gaze of the lions.

Help, however, did not come. Rozdart Polska disappeared from the map of Europe, and Gdańsk found itself in the Prussian lands. However, after more than a hundred years, the Gdańsk lions survived the return of Gdansk to Poland and Poland to the Baltic Sea. Bartosz Sokołowski.

The treasure in Julianów

2018-03-05 18:15:45 UTC

At a time when Swedish troops were returning from Częstochowa, they were passing through our areas. The road led from Inowrocław through Tuczno to Dźwierzchno and further on to Łabiszyn. Behind the army were rolling camps with looted war spoils. Often, treasures and other goods were buried or lost. News spreads in the rumors proclaim that the Swedes have lost large parts of the treasury by crossing the Mielno Lake near the village of Łącko and Lake Pląsno, also known as Płaźno, near the village of Dźwierzchno. To this day, today's dark and silty depths of these lakes guard their secrets. The Swedes passing through the village of Będzitowo, as the legend says, left a great treasure in their chests. They buried him in a forester's lodge in Julianów. The then forester along with his sons excavated the treasure. They moved huge crates to another place in case the Swedes returned. There was so much good that during this work the son of the forester got hit and died. His father also made life in a short time. They did not enjoy wealth. There are records after them that buried crates lie a certain amount of elbows from the western side of the forester's lodge towards Łabiszyn. Apparently, after some years, part of the treasury was dug up, but it did not bring anyone luck or wealth. The treasure was forgotten. Legend circulated among people, but nobody wanted to check it, money alone is not everything.
Natalia Wajs

Julia Semeniuk

2018-03-20 12:18:34 UTC

The legend was written for the first time in Latin in the so-called The Polish-Hungarian Chronicle, dated by historians for 1222. Its content includes times dating back to the tenth century; from the years of the reign of the Hungarian King Wladyslaw and Saint [2]. The chronicle records the journey of three Slavic princes: Czech, Lech and Rusa, who from the areas of former Croatia, where the Slavic state Karantania was located, went north and first began the Great Moravian state, and later the new Slavic countries: the Czech Republic, Poland and Russia [2] .

Legend has also been noted in the Greater Poland Chronicle, which was created in the second half of the 13th century [3], most probably before 1296. According to her anonymous author, the brothers came from Pannonia, from where they set off north, where they founded countries named after them [4] [5].

When (Lech) with his offspring wandered through vast forests, where the Polish kingdom now exists, finally arriving to a charming place, where there were very fertile fields, a great abundance of fish and wild animals, it pitched its tents there. And desiring to build the first flat there, to provide shelter for himself and said "Let's build a nest"! Therefore, this place is called Gniezno today, it is "building a nest" [6].

The legend was also mentioned in the 14th-century Chronicle of Dalimil, written in Czech. It was also included in the fifteenth century by Jan Długosz in the Chronicles of the Kingdom of Poland.

Versions of the legend