Night trip to the most mystical place in Belarus
One cold, dreary, black-black night, black-black car, I went to the Bermuda Triangle of Belarus, in the Black-Black Castle Olshansky, all known for his black-and-Black Monk ...
Halšany - the most mystical place in Belarus. Local legends chilling enough for a full-fledged horror film, it is not surprising that there are both homegrown amateur thrills and different journalists, TV crews, "Ghostbusters" and researchers of paranormal phenomena. And, although I do not believe in fate, but if we call "Night Watch", then there could not get away, the fate of you - at night to go to Golshany.
About Golshanskaya legends can be removed not only the film, they will last not only in a separate post, but also the feeling that the whole blog. Here and cursed graveyard, and enchanted suitors, and underground palaces with wealth, and sank into the ground the city, the church, and in general, it is easier to list what is under the ground does not fail. But the most famous legend - about the Black Monk and the White Lady.
The wife of one of the owners of the castle fell in love with a commoner. To meet a guy dressed up, and a monk came to his mistress. One day her husband caught them and ordered to wall up the guy in the basement of one of the towers. Since then, there was the Black Monk. At full moon, he wanders the castle walls, and those who met him, immobilized. Everything, including the earth, sky, walls, floor, ceiling, begins to float and can only be a silent observer of all this.
Near the castle, in the center of Golshan, still stands the building of the ancient Franciscan monastery. When it was built, one wall all the time cracked and collapsed. On the advice of the sorceress, the builders decided to bring a human sacrifice, and a beautiful young woman, the wife of one of the builders, which is the day the first of all the women brought dinner to her husband, bricked up in a wall. After this case, the builders went smoothly. The monastery was built. In 1997, while cleaning the basement working under the wall found a female skeleton. In a few months all of them died, the wall cracked again, and in the building of the monastery began pojavljatsja White Panna and create all sorts of hell, sounds, shadows, light, off-scale devices ... Golshanskaya ghosts do not really favor the tourists periodically zasvechivaya film photographers discharging the battery, and one of my friends recently jammed shutter in the camera.
Do not favor the visitors and the ruins of the castle at night. In the 1990s, one a visiting artist and his wife decided to celebrate the New Year with champagne on the ruins. It was a quiet starry night, but when they came to the castle, there was such a storm, and the storm, they were afraid and ran away disgracefully, returned. And from several sources heard at all tragically sad story, goose bumps on the back in 2002 went hiking in Golshany five, one of them - the Moscow journalist. They spent the night in the castle. A year later, one died of fulminant pulmonary tuberculosis. Moscow journalist six months fell to his death in a car accident, another was stabbed in the winter in a drunken brawl, one committed suicide in the spring, the fifth - drunk ...
I decided to shoot Black Golshany lock is necessary only in the late autumn, in November, and the full moon. And then there's a match, it had to be my 13th Night Watch. Almost every day a month, I studied the sites of weather forecasts and lunar calendar. Then one day, sitting at work, I decided: "Or tonight, or will be too late." In the evening I wrote a will, gathered equipment and went into the yard. I looked up at the sky. Cloudy, the moon is not visible. I began to doubt, not if I postpone the trip cost? Suddenly, the moon looked at clouds suddenly formed between the window. The sight was fascinating! "Good sign!" - I decided. As long as I dialed the number to tell his wife the good sign, the moon disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared. "Yes, is night is hard" - I decided, slammed the trunk and started the engine. Little did I know how hard it will be. Voyage of the road with enthusiasm and with a healthy anger do his favorite thing, but I have studied the sky. Leaving the city, I was ecstatic. Just fabulous sky - what we need! Full moon and clouds with a lot of huge skylight. As I thought about it. Black Monk attracts me in his trap, flashed through my head.
"All the same figure 13 is an unlucky" - I thought, when nearly midnight, I came to the castle and posmotel up, the clouds disappeared completely from the sky. Only the black sky, but full moon and only the twinkling stars. And cold. Yes, the cold coming from these crumbling walls. I began to install lighting. In some places, with the risk of tripping in the dark and deep collapse in the basement with 4-5 meters high. What surprised me - is the fact that these walls come strange sounds, some noise, babbling brook. And the strange thing is that as soon as the sound disappeared - I was beginning to feel uneasy, there was a - Oh, now everything is OK. Once I began to bother it all, and I decided to listen to music. Everything was fine until the playlist is not sounded any alarm song. I angrily pulled out of the ears headphones, deciding that it is better to listen to the same wall. Honestly, walking around the castle, I did not feel any anxiety, but anxiety was growing, when I intruded into these stones into a fiefdom of the Black Monk.
So quietly passed a few hours, I had built the light, something photographed, and waited for a good position of the moon and even some clouds on it. And then, looking at the horizon, again a chill ran down my spine and the hair stood on end. A huge front, from horizon to horizon, covering the whole sky is on me and lock at high speed approaching the all-consuming cloud. I immediately remembered a story about the artist, met here New Year's Eve. The scene was unreal, tragic! Thus it appeared the first photos. So it has historically, that's probably because few people of the tourists have a super-wide-angle lenses, the hallmark of the castle did not view the first pictures and arches and arcades of the basement remains. I decided to show you what they look like at night with lights, for that I needed to collect the remains of their strength of will and courage and set foot on the property Black Monk ...
And then began the hell! Vzgruziv the stands, I go to the ruins, taking care not to stumble ... and suddenly ... there is complete darkness! After a half-second shock I understand that simply ceased to shine my flashlight, which I covered the road. Smile, still I smile, change the batteries. 3 take the tripod with the light and go down to the basement to illuminate arcades. Install the first state to the second ... Then someone grabbed me from behind strong hand to boot! SHOCK! Abruptly turn around - is it on the boots fell first tripod. I try not to think about why he fell, but not to smile. Install a second, third, relieved to get out of the overgrown cellar and suddenly I hear some music sounding from nowhere ... Again a shock! But well, I quickly realized that this is my own cell phone, his wife ...
After talking, go to "aim" in the eye, look for the frame, and then turns off the first light. I try to think without worrying, I understand that it's time to change Accum. I take two spare, because I know that in the second lamp is worth the same, and go down into the cellar. And not in vain, until my first as the plan went out the second. Kidding myself that anything goes according to plan. I go out, and then, blinked, goes out the third! The situation began to irritate me a little, because I knew that in the third Accum 2 times more capacity, and it has worked less than the first two. I go down again without changing Accum, turn off, turn on - it works! Quickly I run out of the basement, and while it is not extinguished, take the fourth stand and start to go down, to set it on the right side of the frame. And then I almost speechless, right in my path on the way down to the basement stands a black cat looking at me! I did not know what to do, something softly shouted, waved his hand at him ... Suddenly, everything spun, swam, I slipped and in a moment the earth shook - I landed on the fifth point. I should not have stood up and looked for the cat, he had disappeared as if has dissolved. Frankly, nothing to take no longer wanted, but my stubbornness ... I set the fourth light come out of the basement, take a picture of the number 2, so what happens is not bothered about the artistry and calms down, take a breath. But here goes off the fifth stand ( "fill" light), who was standing next to the camera ...
And then I decided that even though I am an atheist, and a person not superstitious, but hints UNDERSTAND! So quickly I have never intended. Voyage of the roads wound up the first time, and about 6 o'clock in the morning I left this strange place. I decided to come to the nearest forest and sleep it off there. But Golshany, cornering, "voted" by a woman in a long bright, almost white, feather bed (or can coat?). Although out of the down jacket, like, looked out blue jeans, I decided that, in any case, I'll go to bed much more than planned earlier, and in the woods. Before you go to sleep, I decided to look at the record of the DVR, who voted for it? And it dobilo me completely - DVR, which is automatically activated at this time does not turn on, walked into the cigarette lighter plug. I was close to panic, but fortunately the night ended there, first light ...
Slept almost until lunch, I went to a nearby forest, dine there, gave himself up. I slept well, rested, and it seemed that the night adventures as if he was not. Well, think, got batteries, well glyuknul Chinese switch, well, people rushing to work at 6 am, well before in fact happened with the DVR that was not included. The birds are singing, the earth rotates, the sun is not extinguished, and I returned to Golshany to the castle.
It appears, from the former residence of Prince kind Sapieha, the castle of the first half of the XVII century, there was a maximum of one-eighth of.
destroys it began long before the Soviet power.
But, of course, most of all he got under the communists when he was literally taken away on the bricks of which was built a flawed House of Culture.
to show courage and heroism, I returned to the place of night events.
In the afternoon there was not terrible, but the black monk, it seems, and there is nowhere to hide at all.
I even went down to the bottom in hopes of finding some secret underground passage. Where he is hiding?
All believe that in the novel of Vladimir Karatkevich "Black Castle Olshansky" describes these castle ruins in Golshany. Residents even wrote a letter to which the great writer gave the answer, which is now kept in the museum Golshan: "I was in your Golshany, we were there filming a documentary" Memory of the stone, "and me a lot to remember, so something may have entered in my book, but true photos with your beautiful Golshan, the castle and the church there is no need to look for. "
But in addition to the black castle Golshany there is the Black Water Mill.
As expected, the mill is also awash with ghosts. It is said that from here can hear the voices of ghosts, the neighing of the horses during the docking, creaking wagons, and as a miller negotiates with clients.
I hope that soon this mill will be another hero of my nightly reports.
And yet ... I do not know what happened, but The Voyage of the road after Golshan began to wind up the first time, that it is extremely rare for all 5 years of our life together. While talking on the Mozyr Oil Refinery has recently improved the quality of gasoline. In general, think what you want ...