Legends

42 legends about the folklore and heritage of Belarus

THE ATTIC CLOCK

There are table clocks, floor clocks, and wall clocks. And I have an attic clock. I stand in the hallway on the adobe floor and, raising my head, look into the black square of the attic doorway. There's a report from there…

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FRET WHEEL

What do we know about our Belarusian Stoneheads? Experts: archaeologists and historians may know, but not every Belarusian is aware of such places of worship. And even on these slides and…

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The cubs

There are only two of them left in this huge house at both ends: Mityai's grandfather, who is about ninety years old, and his grandson's great-grandson, about eight years old. The once large family was mercilessly scattered by the war. Who died of diseases…

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PARASKI CHAIR

This story comes from a long, long time ago, when pagan faith reigned in the vast expanses of our Belarus. She was closely associated with magic and the belief that a separate tribe or an entire human race was…

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VYSHYVANKI ZOSKI

Who would have thought that this old, torn embroidery would give me such an unusual story. But it 's a good way to start over... My good friend, a collector, restorer and collector of antiquities, is a miracle…

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WAITING IN THE FOG

From the very beginning, the guide and I did not like it: three local residents refused immediately, and only a thin old man of about seventy-five, slowly feeding the sheep, agreed to ride with us to…

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THE VOICELESS CUCKOO

Uncle Misha, a former collective farm groom, was not very talkative. But when the conversation turned to some kind of clock, he remembered this story and told it with pleasure. She was still in mine.…

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A BOX OF LOLLIPOPS

A little girl was sitting on the huge porch of the manor, under a pediment with four columns. Squinting at the bright sunset, she occasionally ruffled the fur of a large shaggy dog that was sleeping under the porch. Over…

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THE GREEN WOLVES

Part one. Albina oak, birch, and lime groves stretched as far as she could see. Pine and spruce forests ran towards the horizon as if racing with small streams and forest streams. What a post…

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THE ARTIST'S SON

"Wait a minute, I'll get dressed a little cleaner, and we'll go to my neighbor's." She'll tell you everything cleanly, as it is. She's very good at it. And so we go with Aunt Manya, with whom I…

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CHAPEL IN THE FOREST

Tiny granny, sitting on a bench, picks through dried onions, choosing golden husks, and puts the bulbs in a basket suspended from a low branch of an apple tree that stretches its shadow.…

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A STRANGE BIRD

After smoking a thick roll-up after a hearty dinner and propping an old yellow saddle under his elbow, Uncle Mityai, my neighbor, who works as a groom on a collective farm, began his story like this: - even the old people from our Waco…

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