This story comes from a long, long time ago, when pagan faith reigned in the vast expanses of our Belarus. It was closely related to magic and the belief that a particular tribe or an entire human race was descended from some animal, plant, stone, or even a natural phenomenon.
All the inhabitants of the surrounding villages were firmly convinced that this stone was their distant ancestor-a brave warrior who once turned into a huge boulder and became a watchman to protect all the inhabitants of the surrounding lands from enemy treachery, from a ferocious beast. At the end of the harvest festival, all kinds of treats, ornaments and amulets were carried to the stone. But most often, an orphan girl who lost her parents in infancy came to the stone. Paraska, that was the girl's name, lived with a relative, stingy and spiteful, who offended the child for no reason. She made me work hard and kicked me with a piece of bread.
And one day this wicked woman sent a girl into the forest to get firewood, instructing her to bring an even bigger bundle this time. As the day wore on, mists drifted from the meadow to the gardens.…
Paraska picked up such a huge bundle as she could make. Somehow I got out of the forest, crossed the river on the bridge, and decided to stop at this very stone and offer God a treat-to pour wild berries on top of the boulder. Clouds gathered in a dashing manner and rain poured down on the earth. The little girl clung to the stone, begging for salvation and shelter. And then a terrible thunderclap shook the neighborhood. Lightning struck the stone, a piece broke off from it and fell nearby. The girl, of course, was very scared. But he sees: after a lightning strike, the boulder turned into a stone chair, from which a blue steam was coming. The chair was warm to the touch, so tired and satisfied, the soaked Paraska climbed onto the stone and immediately fell asleep.
The aunt, caring more about what people would think than about the child, did not wait for the girl and reluctantly went out to look for her. When she found the sleepy Paraska on the stone, she was stunningly angry at first. She began to remove the child from the stone and was surprised: the girl's clothes were dry, and her hair was not wet, although it was still foggy. She pulled the Parasol off the stone and sat down on the stone chair herself. Feeling his warmth, she laughed out loud.: That's lucky for her! She will bring this stone home, and she will have another stove in her house, for which she does not even need firewood. But suddenly thunder rumbled again, and lightning struck the stone with extraordinary force, incinerating my aunt.
Everyone in the village decided that Perun the father felt sorry for and warmed the orphan baby, and then severely punished a bad man with a dark soul.…
There is another story related to this stone. The local landowner, an ardent opponent of paganism, attracted the chipped piece to his estate and made a stone table out of it in the garden. It is said that during a thunderstorm, lightning struck a stone table, immediately killing several guests and the host himself. A few years later, the son of that landowner decided to blow up the hated stone chair, but people dissuaded and convinced the young gentleman not to do so.
The stone chair still lies in its place, next to it a shallow river is lost in the tall grass, its water murmurs as if it is talking to the outside world: with stone, trees and grasses... but not with us, who have already forgotten the ancient beliefs of their ancestors.…