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Originally posted by aristocrat2
In 1886, my great-grandmother went to Russia and lived there as a Governess to an English family. This was an amazing feat... The advertisement in the Times sought a qualified nurse over 21 years old with years of experience with children and who spoke fluent Russian. My great-grandmother was 16 years old, totally unqualified and thought that to speak Russian, one merely has to add the letters OV onto the English. Even so, when she arrived, they were so happy with her that htey kept her foor several years.
As a result a handful of stories have been handed down to me about Tsarist Russia.
- It was a coomon sight to see men standing all day on street corners reading the newspaper, even in very cold Winter days. One was never to speak to these men or approach them. These were the Okhrana, the Tsar's secret police.
- In many urban streets, one would often see big piles of snow about 3 to 4 feet. As one passed, a begging hand would stretch out from deep inside the pile. These were the homeless beggars who slept on the street even in the midst of Winter.
- The Taxi fare in Petrograd from the railway station to the British Embassy was 12 kopecs.
Originally posted by Mr Headshot
I've got one. It's a local indian legend (not too local apparently because similar stories are found all over the world) about these little people called nunnapees. I'm spelling that phonetically because I don't know if there's a real spelling for it.
Anyway, they're little people who make their homes in river banks. They're usually mischievious, horribly fast, and hairy. I've met plenty of indians who swear they've seen these little guys.
There's no real moral to most of the stories, the closest thing to a moral I've heard was basically, "don't be a slob because the little people will steal your stuff."
It's just interesting because it's so widespread all over the world, and it's believed in so strongly around here.
Human disappearances. Generally annual, victimized young people. The process of kidnapping or abduction was made in two stages: first, what was known as the "good hour", made by a noise or cry like an ambulance, that, according to people, announced, with a few seconds interval, the appearance of so-called "bad hour" . This was neither more nor less than a shade or black globe which people had to avoid, if you able, throwing themselves to the ground. Otherwise, it was certain that nobody would ever see them again, carried by the strange meteor, at low altitude. Interestingly, "bad hour", the shadow or black globe, did not made any noise, thus suggesting a propensity to act by surprise, without warning, and hence the distinction made between the inhabitants of the two moments that follow.
Two cases during the nineteenth century, illustrate the mechanism of the disappearances, though not of those times fully carried out, luckily for the players. "Antonio Palas was going down a road near the church of Malcata when he heard that voice screaming. Just had time to get to a kind of balcony full of corn and see a whirl that seemed to take everything with it." In a different occasion, certainly also in the nineteenth century, Manuel Fernandes Ana, also saw the ominous shadow, close to his threshing floor. He had time to go down but it was immobilized during a long time. Curiously, much more near to us, around 1960 and in the village of the Village of the Bishop, a man called Manso, at the time a member of the fiscal-police (a Portuguese police dedicated to oversee the borders, now extinct) he found himself beset by a dark shadow like their counterparts in Malcata, being unconscious on the floor during long hours. Also here the annunciating screams saved him from an eventual travel to somewhere.
Alien manifestations. We return to the last century (19th), near Malcata, specifically one kilometer from the village on the banks of the river Coa and the edge of the Chapel of St. Domingos, near the shores of the Fogueira, seeing the unusual activities of various beings of small stature that the people termed 'moirinhos' (little Mooirs) leaping near the water or jumping down from a small wall to the ground and vice versa. The beings were small, according to local expressions, 'a charm' and his presence there was a sign of wealth in the ground. They said the sites that there "was gold." A more enthusiastic inhabitant tried to capture one of the 'moirinhos' to baptise, but says that none of them get caught. It was told on Malcata that these "boys" used to appear on the morning of S. John or at the end of the year.
Originally posted by DaddyBare
Okay I guess it's time to inject a little funky Native lore...
In our stories Ravens are not a bad omen or keeper of lost souls...
[edit on 13-12-2009 by DaddyBare]