Mystical Evening in Prague
Description:
Life used to be different. More precisely, a different perception of life phenomena. The ancestors did not know everything we know today. And explain their reasons to the superstitious point of view.
The ancestors saw the world quite differently. Like Gogol’s “Evenings on a farm near Dikanka”, and in Prague, an unclean force woke up as soon as the sun touched the edge of the earth.
The shadows of clumsy trees pull their long fingers toward man’s habitation. Soon the dark palm of the night will cover the house. The blue sky is now black and scary. The bright spot of the moon emerges from the bottomless stellar mass. Things have changed. The night comes into its own.
In the distance you can hear a chop. On the granite stones of the street, the horse carries a decapitated rider. Frightening citizens, the knight, with his head under his arm, enters the tavern, where he loved to go during his life, and asks for a beer for him.
From the wall of the Ungelt comes the ghost of a Turk with a blond girl's head in his hand. He killed his unfaithful fiancée. And now it scares all the girls around.
But here's a local jade, wearyly weaving through a dark alley with a heavy bag on his slouched back. He adored money more than his life, and rushed into a burning house, right into the flames, to embrace his bag full of coins for the last time.
With the battle of the clock, the souls of the beheaded nobles fly at the tower, who cannot find peace. Their heads were hung on Charles Bridge to intimidate passers-by.
Cargo Golem straddles the Jewish Quarter. He's harmless. Although it inspires fear with its formidable appearance and inhuman growth.
From the windows of the house heard a harrowing cry of a child. That night the Black Monk comes to him and calls with him to the other world.
A fiery skeleton roars in its chariot through the streets of the Small Side. His grave has been leveled to the ground, and now he is trying to take revenge on everyone alive.
A huge dog with burning eyes looks fiercely into the depths of the street. He looks for lonely passers-by to grab their throats with steel teeth.
We will see them all – the night hosts of Old Prague. We just need to throw away all our knowledge today and try to see the world through the eyes of our ancestors.