{"id":583,"date":"2022-02-28T11:09:25","date_gmt":"2022-02-28T10:09:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/okrok.fun\/?p=583"},"modified":"2022-11-13T16:12:29","modified_gmt":"2022-11-13T15:12:29","slug":"komancza-okruchy-dnia-komancza-crumbs-of-the-day-bija-dzwony-cerkwi-rozmawiaja-ze-soba-spieraja-sie-i-przekrzykuja-rozrzucajac-okruchy-dzwiekow-po-gorach-para-bielikow-krazy-nad-domami-wlocha","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/okrok.fun\/?p=583","title":{"rendered":"Koma\u0144cza – okruchy dnia\/Koma\u0144cza – crumbs of the day."},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Wie\u015b le\u017cy w wojew\u00f3dztwie podkarpackim w powiecie sanockim. Na wysoko\u015bci 455-490 m n.p.m. Ju\u017c w 1512 po raz pierwszy wzmiankowano o Koma\u0144czy. Losy wsi by\u0142y bardzo burzliwe \u015bciera\u0142y si\u0119 tu wojska, trwa\u0142y walki, wie\u015b przechodzi\u0142a z r\u0105k do r\u0105k. Na Koma\u0144cz\u0119 napadali rabusie, pustoszy\u0142y j\u0105 wojska. W czasie Wiosny Lud\u00f3w rozegra\u0142a si\u0119 tu zwyci\u0119ska bitwa partyzant\u00f3w polskich nad wojskami Austrii. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Kardyna\u0142 Stefan Wyszy\u0144ski przebywa\u0142 internowany w Koma\u0144czy w klasztorze nazaretanek, (kt\u00f3ry obecnie mo\u017cna zwiedza\u0107 istniej tam izba pami\u0119ci po\u015bwiecona kardyna\u0142owi Wyszy\u0144skiemu) od 29 pa\u017adziernika 1955 do 26 pa\u017adziernika 1956 roku. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Podczas akcji Wis\u0142a ludno\u015b\u0107 \u0142emkowsk\u0105 przesiedlono na ziemie odzyskane. Do Koma\u0144czy zjechali osadnicy z r\u00f3\u017cnych stron kraju. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Marek H\u0142asko pisze o tym w swojej noweli \u201eBaza ludzi umar\u0142ych\u201d. Historia Koma\u0144czy jest bogata i burzliwa. Zainteresowani na pewno znajd\u0105 w sieci, czy na p\u00f3\u0142ach bibliotek odpowiedni\u0105 literatur\u0119 na ten temat. Wie\u015b ma sw\u00f3j klimat, dusz\u0119. Intryguje i zaprasza do sp\u0119dzenia tu czasu z miejscowymi lud\u017ami, pos\u0142uchania ich opowie\u015bci. My go\u015bcili\u015bmy w pi\u0119knych po\u0142o\u017conych na uboczu od g\u0142\u00f3wnej drogi domkach By\u0107. http:\/\/domkibyc-komancza.pl<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Na pewno zapami\u0119tamy ten czas na d\u0142ugo, ch\u0119tnie wracaj\u0105c do zdj\u0119\u0107 z tej wyprawy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Bij\u0105 dzwony cerkwi, rozmawiaj\u0105 ze sob\u0105, spieraj\u0105 si\u0119 i przekrzykuj\u0105 rozrzucaj\u0105c okruchy d\u017awi\u0119k\u00f3w po g\u00f3rach. Para bielik\u00f3w kr\u0105\u017cy nad domami. W\u0142ochaty kundel le\u017cy na \u015brodku ulicy. Faluje trawa na \u0142\u0105kach. Z cerkwi p\u0142ynie \u015bpiew. Przez szpar\u0119 mi\u0119dzy belkami wida\u0107 siwe g\u0142owy i popa okadzaj\u0105cego o\u0142tarz. Stoimy za drzwiami \u015bwiata modlitwy i skupienia nie maj\u0105c odwagi nacisn\u0105\u0107 klamki. S\u0142uchamy nie rozumiej\u0105c s\u0142\u00f3w, milczymy w zauroczeniu. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Sk\u0105d pochodz\u0105 ci starcy, kt\u00f3rzy przybyli tu m\u0142odzi pe\u0142ni zapa\u0142u? Mo\u017ce w czasie wojny stracili wszystko i przyjechali tu po zapomnienie lub wyrzuceni z pracy za niew\u0142a\u015bciwe pogl\u0105dy osiedlili si\u0119 w nieznanej krainie. S\u0105 pewnie tacy co przemierzyli ca\u0142y kraj za sw\u0105 ukochan\u0105 \u017ceby tu zbudowa\u0107 dla niej dom i wychowa\u0107 dzieci, \u017cy\u0107 na dobre i na z\u0142e.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Zachmurzy\u0142o si\u0119, bielki znik\u0142y, ziele\u0144 poczernia\u0142a posmutnia\u0142 krajobraz. Dwaj panowie z flaszami piwa siedz\u0105 na ganku. Gaw\u0119dz\u0105, pewnie wspominaj\u0105 nie s\u0142ycha\u0107 rozmowy. Przez otwarte drzwi wida\u0107 staromodnie urz\u0105dzony pok\u00f3j. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Po pomalowanym na zielono pniu uganiaj\u0105 si\u0119 \u015blimaki kre\u015bl\u0105c \u015bluzem abstrakcyjny obraz swoich \u015bcie\u017cek. W przydro\u017cnej kapliczce jak w stra\u017cnicy, na warcie stoi archanio\u0142 Micha\u0142 z mieczem w d\u0142oni. \u017beby jakie z\u0142e nie wylaz\u0142o z pobliskiej rzeczki, albo wiatr \u017ceby chmurnika nie przywia\u0142, czy mawki duszy m\u0142odej dziewczyny, kt\u00f3ra nie zd\u0105\u017cy\u0142a si\u0119 zakocha\u0107. Wilcze i sowie oczy zerkaj\u0105 z mur\u00f3w wiaduktu kolejowego. Jeste\u015b w Bieszczadach turysto. W krainie dzikiego pi\u0119kna dziewiczych las\u00f3w, w krainie tajemnic trzymanych pod kluczem dom\u00f3w, tu w le\u015bnej mogile spoczywaj\u0105 rozstrzelani cyganie w wietrzne noce zdaje si\u0119 s\u0142ycha\u0107 w \u015brodku lasu d\u017awi\u0119k tamburyna. Zmierzcha, za\u015bwieci\u0142em latark\u0119. S\u0105! Dawni mieszka\u0144cy uwiecznienie na \u015bcianie stodo\u0142y, milcz\u0105cy zapatrzeni, cisi, obecni, a\u017c w\u0142os si\u0119 je\u017cy. Smo\u0142a nocy wyla\u0142a si\u0119 z kub\u0142a bieszczadzkim diab\u0142om po ca\u0142ej okolicy, nie wida\u0107 w\u0142asnej d\u0142oni przed oczami, ch\u0142odne powietrze p\u0142ynie z g\u00f3r. Zamykam drzwi na klucz, precz mary duchy, upiory. \u015apij Koma\u0144czo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Koma\u0144cza – crumbs of the day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The village is situated in the Subcarpathian Province in Sanok County. At an altitude of 455-490 m above sea level. Koma\u0144cza was mentioned for the first time in 1512. The fate of the village was very turbulent, troops clashed here, fights continued, the village changed hands. Komancza was attacked by robbers and ravaged by the army. During the Spring of Nations, the victorious battle of Polish partisans over the Austrian army was fought here. Cardinal Stefan Wyszy\u0144ski was interned in Komancza in the Nazareth convent (which is now open to visitors, there is a memorial room dedicated to Cardinal Wyszy\u0144ski) from October 29, 1955 to October 26, 1956. During the Vistula action, the Lemko people were resettled to the regained territories. Settlers from various parts of the country came to Koma\u0144cza. Marek H\u0142asko writes about it in his novel 'Base of the Dead People’. The history of Komancza is rich and turbulent. Those interested will surely find relevant literature on this subject on the Internet or in half of the libraries. The village has its own atmosphere and soul. It intrigues and invites you to spend time with local people and listen to their stories. We stayed in the beautiful cottages of Be, off the beaten track from the main road. http:\/\/domkibyc-komancza.pl<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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We will definitely remember this time for a long time, willingly returning to the photos from this trip.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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They ring church bells, talk to each other, argue and shout over them, scattering crumbs of sounds across the mountains. A pair of white-tailed eagles hover over the houses. A hairy mongrel is lying in the middle of the street. Grass ripples in the meadows. Singing flows from the church. Through the crack between the beams, you can see gray heads and ash incensing the altar. We stand behind the door of the world of prayer and concentration, not having the courage to press the door handles. We listen without understanding words, we remain silent in infatuation. Where are the old men who have come here full of enthusiasm come from? Maybe during the war they lost everything and came here for oblivion or fired from their jobs for inappropriate views settled in an unknown land. There are probably those who traveled the whole country for their beloved to build a house for her, raise children, live for better and for worse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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It became cloudy, the whites disappeared, the green blackened, the landscape became sad. Two men with flasks of beer are sitting on the porch. They are chatting, they probably remember not hearing the conversation. Through the open door you can see an old-fashioned furnished room. Snails chase the green-painted trunk, drawing an abstract image of their paths with mucus. In a roadside shrine, like in a watchtower, the archangel Michael stands on guard with a sword in his hand. Lest any bad come out of the nearby river, or the wind lest the cloud cover blow up, or the mists of the soul of a young girl who did not have time to fall in love. Wolf and owl eyes peek from the walls of the railway viaduct. You are tourist in the Bieszczady Mountains. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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In the land of the wild beauty of virgin forests, in the land of secrets kept locked houses, here in a forest grave lie shot gypsies on windy nights, you can hear the sound of a tambourine in the middle of the forest. It’s dusk, I turned on my flashlight. Are! The former inhabitants are immortalized on the wall of the barn, silent, staring, silent, present, until a hair bristles. The tar of the night spilled from the bucket of the Bieszczady devils all over the area, you cannot see your hand in front of your eyes, cool air flows from the mountains. Lock the door with a key, away the ghosts, ghosts. Sleep Koma\u0144czo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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