Legends

42 legends about the folklore and heritage of Belarus

THE OLD LADY'S CAT

Some people didn't like her, they called her old pshechka behind her back. But mostly people and even local government officials called her "Pani Wanda." Those who still had a little conscience understood and knew,…

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A TABLECLOTH IN POPPIES

They got lost. And it's up to night. Twilight was creeping insistently to the side of the road. But, thank God, it was a light haze of fog that revealed a village of a dozen yards, no more. We stopped near a house with a…

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DARK GREEN HANDKERCHIEF

Another legend from my old friend, a former hunter and industrialist, Grandfather Bazyl. He knows the local area, walked around the whole area with his eyes closed back in those good days.…

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CRANBERRY BASKET

Until recently, several houses in this village were smoking with chimneys, and life was glimmering. In the morning the roosters crowed, in the evening the spinning wheels of the wells creaked, raising delicious water in galvanized buckets. Covered pl…

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A SIEVE WITH WATER

It was raining like a bucket. The water was pouring down the windshield in torrents so that the wipers could barely cope. In this area they say: "it's pouring like from a sieve of Uliana." Through the curtain of rain, I saw and even saw…

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THE INTERSECTION OF SEVEN ROADS

When I was about eight years old, I caught a bad cold and then got sick. And today, I remember the care and concern with which doctors and midwives nursed me in the children's department of the rural hospital. BY IN…

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THE HOUSEKEEPER NYUSHKA

The plague mowed down indiscriminately and without mercy, there were one or two people left in this village in the houses. And in those days, there were seven ' and up to twenty mouths lived under one roof. Misfortune and ge…

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THE THRESHOLD WITH SERIFS

After driving a little bit, I stopped and got out of the car. Below, under a gentle mountain, in a spacious hollow, a village lay in the fog. To the right, under the tall trees, is the old churchyard. Not far away – on the horizon-black…

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THE LAME MARE

There was a lame mare in one village. No, she wasn't lame before. She was a very strong, hardy, obedient and kind beauty. She didn't refuse to help anyone, she never kicked, Nicol…

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THE OLD TOWER

On the edge of a small village on a hill stood an old tower with a ringing bell. They rarely called him, but always on business: either people had to get together to make a collective decision for everyone, or ra…

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VOLODEV THE BOULDER

When he passed this steep stretch of road, he always paid attention to a rather large boulder that lay by the side of the road. He liked him. The stone delighted him with its powerful silhouette, stability,…

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THE WITCH'S COW

In this village, a cow that gives a lot of milk, but at the same time beats with its feet and tail, not allowing itself to be milked, is called a "witch." And they recall a very old legend. Her events happened…

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