The Crying Middle Ages of Krivoklat Castle
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If you want a very egregious Middle Ages, go to the castle Krivoklat!
In the middle of high hills, covered with dense forest proudly stands an impregnable fortress, whose age is 900 years.
It was started by Przemyslovichi (founders of the Czech state). They loved to hunt in the forests here, there was a lot of prey. And in order not to go to Prague for the night every time, it was decided to put a “point on the track”, build a cottage here. And the “dacha” in the understanding of that time is something different than today.
Since the princely family was supposed to live there, the “dacha” had to be well fortified. Therefore, such powerful and high fences, fortified jagged walls, characteristic of “gray antiquity”.
Outside the entrance gate of the castle, a small courtyard will open to us, in the middle of which there is a well on an honorable place, which was a place of collection and distribution of urban gossip. It was here that the local hostess gathered (under the pretext of getting water) and discussed who they saw, when and with whom, what they wore and where they went.
The yard is surrounded by everything necessary for life: a palace, a church, a stable, a forge, a barracks and a tavern. The melancholy of the harsh Middle Ages also affected architecture: massive, “heavy” buildings with low doors and small windows. From the gloomy stone walls blows cold...
And people lived here their fates ... waiting for the arrival of their master.
When hunting went out of fashion, the castle was turned into a prison with a sophisticated torture chamber. We can even go there!!!
The prisoner of these “places not very remote” was the alchemist Edward Kelly, who for a very long time told the creditors fairy tales about what “all the gold from the iron” would do. He promised to chemically derive the formula of artificial gold. But something did not work out (I will tell you about his interesting fate).
To touch the walls touched by the characters of non-fictional stories, to walk where they went, to look them in the eye on ancient portraits, to experience with them their joys and downs, despair and impulses. This is the story of days gone by.