A long time ago, there were three brothers:
Lech, Czech, and Rus. They lived peacefully in a village surrounded by dense
forests and cut by many rivers. They hunted in the woods and fished in the streams.
As the families grew, the ambitions of each
brother grew as well. Each of them wished to rule over their own land. “Who should stay here and who should move?”
the question pondered upon them.
After thinking hard and debating for some
time, the brothers came with a decision that all of them would move. It was not
the happiest decision for them, leaving their homes and wandering into the
unknown. The brothers valued their strong bonds, so they came to a conclusion
that this was the best solution. With their hearts sinking, they spent the next
few weeks on packing their belongings.
They travelled for many weeks through tough
terrains, covered with lush vegetation and strong water currents. All those
obstacles were not only slowing them down, but also were adding to their
exhaustion.
Rus, the oldest brother, was probably the best
fisherman. Upon seeing a valley with many streams full of fish, tranquility
overtook him. He knew this was the right place for him announcing, “I will stay
here with my people.” Holding their tears back they said their goodbyes. The people voted and named the new country Rus. (Today's Belarus and Ukraine.)
The two brothers continued the journey. They
reached the base of a mountain. Czech, the middle brother, loved the sun. The
beauty of the sunrise gave him energy for the day and the sunset made him very
peaceful for the night. As he looked at the massif elevation stretching upwards,
he knew he found his home. He said to his brother, “Lech from the mountain I’ll
be closer to the sun.” So they said their farewells. The people agreed to name the newfound in honor of their leader Czech country.
Lech and his companions persisted with their
search. Their pace was getting slower and slower. When they came to a lake with crystal
clear waters settled in a peaceful meadow, they
stopped to take a rest.
While resting a white eagle circled above them. The eagle spread his wings and the
sun shone through them making the ends of his feathers look golden. The eagle
perched on its nest on an oak tree.
Lech saw this as a good omen and a sign that
they should settle here as eagle did on a tree. He declared, “We should build
our settlement here.” The people agreed. Some of them asked, “What should we
call our new state?” “We will name it Gniezno
as this means nest.” “There is one more thing,” said another, “Now we have to
find a name for ourselves.” It was agreed it would be Polonians, meaning 'people of
field.'
Gniezno was the first capital of Poland and
the white eagle with golden ending feathers was the country’s official emblem.
The archaeologists have proved that the legend
of Lech is not far from the truth. Mieszko I was the first prince of Poland, who
was a Slav chief.
Very long ago In what is now Central Europe there were three brothers that went out hunting and as so often happens with brothers they quaralded and decided that they would best go on they’re each separate ways. Chec went south over the mountains, Rus went east over the vast plains and Lec went north in the direction of the distant sea. As Lec was traveling a white eagle circled in the sky up ahead and he followed this eagle until at sunset it finally landed in a distant tree. Lec gazed at all of this in amazement. And from that day forward this eagle and the bright red sunset backdrop became the symbol of hopes, dreams and soul of the Polish people.
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