Fairytales and stories about dwarfs

Dwarfs are loved by everyone and everyone loves to read about them as well. In our dwarf studies we do not intend to focus on these most popular fairytales and legends (O krasnoludkach i sierotce Marysi [Little Orphan Mary and the Gnomes], Tolkien’s dwarfs and elves or even gnomes in Harry Potter) but we intend to pay attention to those less famous stories that has remained hidden in some unpopular magazines or dusty libraries until today. If you are keen on such stories, you can listen to them now…

Dwarf village in Jastkowice These events took place during the Nazi occupation. One night, when the moon was shining brightly, a passerby who were walking down the road called ‘ludniańska droga’ next to Kobyle Górki (Kobyle Hills) in Jastkowice suddenly saw ‘more or less sixty dwarfs. All of them were wearing red pants, red anoraks and red hats.’ They ran across the road and hid in nearby hills called Kobyle Górki. It is believed that they had their village built somewhere between those hills.

Story told by A. Moskal (in): W. Gaj-Piotrowski, Duchy i demonyOn Podlesie, in Jastkowice there is a caving called ‘Ług’. Long time ago there was always high water level and visitors could notice ghosts that haunted the place. People could hear knocking that resembled the sounds of washing clothes. However, nobody has ever saw any sign of human presence there. Local people started to explain this phenomenon as ‘the dwarfs wash their clothes in Ług, but when they hear somebody’s coming, they immediately hide so that nobody can see them’.Story told by H. Bajdo, Jastkowice 1978 (in): ibidemHe always used to put the pan full of millet behind the chimneyFranciszek Kaczor (passed away about 1970) used to tell the story about a farmer living in the village called Ruda Jastkowska who ‘took the devil’s side’. He always cooked him a pan full of millet and put it in the loft behind the chimney. One day he ordered his servant to go to the attic and leave the pan full of millet behind the chimney. He warned the boy not to look behind which meant behind the chimney. The servant followed given instructions, but as soon as he started going down the ladder he wasn’t able to resist his curiosity and he cast a glimpse toward the chimney. At the same moment something threw the pan towards him but fortunately the pan didn’t hit the boy. The farmer always used to sleep at his place. However, every morning he perfectly recognized those horse breeders who pastured their horse on his fields and meadows. Above-cited story was told by S. Kuziorowa who had heard it from her father. Ruda Jastkowska (1975), ibidem.All texts and pictures cited in this article have been taken from the former version of hereby website and are the property of Wanilia Advertising Agency.