{"id":716,"date":"2022-03-28T11:31:26","date_gmt":"2022-03-28T09:31:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/okrok.fun\/?p=716"},"modified":"2022-11-13T16:08:23","modified_gmt":"2022-11-13T15:08:23","slug":"gryzyna-mroczna-legenda-gryzyna-a-dark-legend-grazyna-to-mala-wioska-w-wojewodztwie-wielkopolskim-powiecie-koscianskim-gminie-koscian-wzmiankowano-o-niej-juz-latch-1296-1512-kiedy-to-by","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/okrok.fun\/?p=716","title":{"rendered":"Gry\u017cyna – mroczna legenda\/ Gry\u017cyna a dark legend."},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Gra\u017cyna to ma\u0142a wioska w wojew\u00f3dztwie wielkopolskim, powiecie ko\u015bcia\u0144skim, gminie Ko\u015bcian. Wzmiankowano o niej ju\u017c latch 1296\u20131512 kiedy to by\u0142a w r\u0119kach Bork\u00f3w, kt\u00f3rzy z czasem przyj\u0119li nazwisko Gry\u017cy\u0144scy. Ale tym razem nie o tym. Nie o historii, kt\u00f3ra jest ciekawa, ale o dziwnej i troch\u0119 strasznej legendzie jaka jest zwi\u0105zana z ruinami ko\u015bcio\u0142a \u015bw. Marcina z XIII wieku. Znajduje si\u0119 on nieopodal wsi. Troch\u0119 dziwna lokalizacja, ale pewnie dawniej wszystko wygl\u0105da\u0142o inaczej. Jeszcze w ubieg\u0142ym wieku ci\u0119\u017cko by\u0142o przedrze\u0107 si\u0119 przez krzaki i chaszcze \u017ceby odnale\u017a\u0107 fragmenty ruin ko\u015bcio\u0142a. Tak okolica budzi\u0142a groz\u0119 ze wzgl\u0119du na mro\u017c\u0105ce krew w \u017cy\u0142ach opowie\u015bci o z\u0142ym ch\u0142opcu, kt\u00f3ry uderzy\u0142 swoj\u0105 matk\u0119 w twarz, o upiorze i o r\u0105czce, kt\u00f3ra wystawa\u0142a z grobu.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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– Mo\u015bci dobrodzieju, mo\u015bci dobrodzieju! Kobiety dobijaj\u0105 si\u0119 do drzwi ksi\u0119dza proboszcza.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– Upi\u00f3r z grobu wy\u0142azi! Lamentuj\u0105 pod drzwiami plebanii.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– Niech b\u0119dzie pochwalony. Ksi\u0105dz stan\u0105\u0142 w drzwiach z rozczochran\u0105 czupryn\u0105.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– Pochwalony, pochwalony. Odpar\u0142y ch\u00f3rem kobieciny wracaj\u0105ce w\u0142a\u015bnie z cmentarza. Dysza\u0142y ci\u0119\u017cko. By\u0142y \u015bmiertelnie przera\u017cone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– Strzygo\u0144 z grobu wy\u0142azi, upi\u00f3r wasza wielmo\u017cno\u015b\u0107. Same\u015bmy widzia\u0142y na w\u0142asne oczy. Trajkota\u0142y jak nakr\u0119cone. Ksi\u0105dz przeczesa\u0142 w\u0142osy, podrapa\u0142 si\u0119 po g\u0142owie i sam nie wiedzia\u0142 co ma powiedzie\u0107, a kolana lekko mu si\u0119 ugi\u0119\u0142y. Ledwo co wsta\u0142 z \u0142\u00f3\u017cka. To sen taki te baby trajkocz\u0105ce? Pomy\u015bla\u0142. Kundel do tego ujada\u0142 jak szalony. Kogut zapia\u0142 dono\u015bniej ni\u017c zwykle. Wrony zerwa\u0142y si\u0119 z pola jak ra\u017cone wystrza\u0142em. Na burz\u0119 si\u0119 ma, tak rano?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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B\u0142aga\u0142y proboszcza, zaklina\u0142y na wszystkie \u015bwi\u0119to\u015bci \u017ceby tylko poszed\u0142 na cmentarz z wod\u0105 \u015bwi\u0119con\u0105 i gr\u00f3b dopiero co zmar\u0142ego ch\u0142opca pokropi\u0142, a obficie, bo dziecko z mogi\u0142y r\u0105czk\u0119 wystawi\u0142o. Upi\u00f3r, o la boga!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jeszcze tego samego dnia ca\u0142a wie\u015b si\u0119 zebra\u0142a i w pobo\u017cnej procesji przesz\u0142a na cmentarz przy miejscowym ko\u015bci\u00f3\u0142ku gdzie te straszne czary si\u0119 dzia\u0142y. A i owszem dzieci\u0119ca bia\u0142a jak majowy \u015bnieg, chuda r\u0105czyna wystawa\u0142a z mogi\u0142y. Widz\u0105c te dziwy matka tego nieboraka zala\u0142a si\u0119 \u0142zami.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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– To ja nieszcz\u0119sna \u017ale ch\u0142opca chowa\u0142am, nie mia\u0142 ci u mnie \u017cadnej kary i rygoru, a kiedy\u015b w z\u0142o\u015bci mnie matk\u0119 swoj\u0105 rodzon\u0105 w twarz uderzy\u0142. Zachorza\u0142 potem i zmar\u0142 nieboraczek. \u0141ka\u0142a kobieta w czarnej chu\u015bcie na g\u0142owie. Zimne poty wyst\u0105pi\u0142y na plecy ksi\u0119dza urwa\u0142 czym pr\u0119dzej witk\u0119 z brzozy i trupi\u0105 r\u0105czk\u0119 wych\u0142osta\u0107 jej kaza\u0142, co by po \u015bmierci kary dziecko zazna\u0142o i tak zjawa znik\u0142a. Ludzie si\u0119 uspokoili. W po\u015bwi\u0119conej ziemi posadzono ow\u0105 witk\u0119 i wyros\u0142a z niej okaza\u0142a brzoza. Dzi\u015b przy ruinach trzynastowiecznego ko\u015bcio\u0142ka pod wezwaniem \u015bwi\u0119tego Marcina w Gry\u017cynie ro\u015bnie brzoza. Szumi spokojnie na wietrze. Przypomina legend\u0119.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Gra\u017cyna is a small village in the Greater Poland Province, Ko\u015bcian County, and the Ko\u015bcian Commune. It was already mentioned in the years 1296\u20131512 when it was in the hands of the Borek family, who later adopted the name Gry\u017cy\u0144ski. But this time not about that. Not about an interesting history, but about a strange and somewhat scary legend related to the ruins of St. Martin from the 13th century. It is located near the village. A bit strange location, but probably everything used to be different in the past. Even in the last century, it was difficult to break through the bushes and thickets to find fragments of the ruins of the church. This is how the neighborhood was terrifying because of the chilling tales of the bad boy who slapped his mother in the face, the ghost and the hand that protruded from the grave.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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– Dear benefactor, dear benefactor! The women are knocking on the parish priest’s door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– The wraith is coming out of the grave! They are wailing at the rectory door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– Let him be praised. The priest stood in the doorway with a disheveled hair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– Praised, praised. The women who had just returned from the cemetery replied in a chorus. They were breathing heavily. They were scared to death.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– Strigon is crawling out of the grave, the specter, your majesty. We saw with our own eyes. They chatted like a wind-up. The priest combed his hair, scratched his head and did not know what to say himself, and his knees buckled a little. He barely got out of bed. Is this a dream, such a babbling baby? He thought. The mongrel barked like crazy. The rooster crowed louder than usual. The crows sprang from the field like shots struck. Is there a storm in the morning?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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They begged the parish priest, implored him for all the saints to go to the cemetery with holy water and sprinkle the tomb of the boy who had just died, and abundantly, because the child had put his hand out of the grave. A ghoul, oh god!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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On the same day, the whole village gathered and in a pious procession went to the cemetery at the local church where these horrible spells were taking place. And yes, a child’s white as the May snow, a skinny flea protruding from the grave. Seeing these wonders, the mother of this poor fellow burst into tears.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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– It was me who hid the boy badly, he did not have any punishment or rigor, and once in anger, he hit my mother in the face. Then he fell ill and the poor boy died. A woman in a black headscarf was sobbing. Cold sweats appeared on the priest’s back, he quickly broke off a birch switch and ordered the deadly hand to whip it, which after the death of the child would suffer the punishment and so the apparition disappeared. People calmed down. This witch was planted in the blessed ground and a magnificent birch grew out of it. Today, a birch grows next to the ruins of the 13th-century church of Saint Martin in Gry\u017cyna. It rustles calmly in the wind. It is like a legend.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Gra\u017cyna to ma\u0142a wioska w wojew\u00f3dztwie wielkopolskim, powiecie ko\u015bcia\u0144skim, gminie Ko\u015bcian. Wzmiankowano o niej ju\u017c latch 1296\u20131512 kiedy to by\u0142a w r\u0119kach Bork\u00f3w, kt\u00f3rzy z czasem przyj\u0119li nazwisko Gry\u017cy\u0144scy. Ale tym razem nie o tym. Nie o historii, kt\u00f3ra jest ciekawa, ale o dziwnej i troch\u0119 strasznej legendzie jaka jest zwi\u0105zana z ruinami ko\u015bcio\u0142a \u015bw….<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":717,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[12],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-716","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-koscioly"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/okrok.fun\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/716","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/okrok.fun\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/okrok.fun\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/okrok.fun\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/okrok.fun\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=716"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/okrok.fun\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/716\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1365,"href":"http:\/\/okrok.fun\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/716\/revisions\/1365"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/okrok.fun\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/717"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/okrok.fun\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=716"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/okrok.fun\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=716"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/okrok.fun\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=716"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}