How many eyes did the famous man have? Slavic superstitions: Dashing one-eyed

Famously- in the mythology of the Eastern Slavs, a complex allegory of an unfavorable combination of circumstances based on human misdeeds. The saying “Don’t wake up while it’s quiet” has survived to this day, which perfectly reflects the entire sacred essence of this image. Likho is the spirit of evil, which is activated only when the person himself does the wrong thing, says unnecessary things or does something contrary to established traditions. In fact, Likho is an undead, but his functions in this regard are strictly limited.

This creature is a metaphor for Universal justice, which determines that every person must be responsible for his actions, both good and bad. After all, according to legend, Likho will never attack on its own; it only responds to outside influences. And it’s not for nothing that our ancestors designated a swamp as Likha’s habitat. After all, the Slavs considered a swamp an unclean, dangerous place, containing a maximum concentration of negative energy. And if we consider that a swamp usually forms in a lowland, which can easily be the result of karst voids, then the negative specificity of this place becomes absolutely obvious. A person has nothing to do in such a place, unless, of course, he is a minister of some Dasun cult. That is, a swamp is a forbidden place where a person should not be, and if he violates the established rules, then sooner or later retribution will come to him, concentrated in the image of that very Likh of the swamp.

Physically, different legends depict Likho in different ways. Some say that it is a huge giant, whose height exceeds the height of the tallest trees. This is a very strong, ferocious and vengeful creature, meeting which almost always means inevitable death. In addition, Likho is able to curse a person, sending him a series of failures, which can also ultimately lead to death. That is, this monster, in addition to everything, quite definitely has magical abilities. According to other legends, Likho is a scary, tall, stooped, but very strong undead woman who, along with superhuman strength and reaction, has an overly developed sense of smell. Due to his constant presence in the swamp or in the immediate vicinity of it, Likha’s skin and hair color has a dirty green tint. Moreover, all legends agree on one thing - Likha has only one eye. Therefore, it is obvious that the vision of this creature leaves much to be desired than the heroes of legends used to defeat this monster. Although, strictly speaking, no one has ever been able to defeat Likho, only a few were able to hide from him. This creature is probably invulnerable to earthly weapons.

One way or another, a person is always to blame for the appearance of Likh. Most often, the reason lies in his weakness, laziness, and lack of desire to change something. That is, for strong and strong-willed people, the likelihood of meeting Likh is minimized.

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AND or one blacksmith. “What,” he says, “I haven’t seen any grief. They say there is a dashing thing in the world; I’ll go and look for something cool.” He took it and went, drank well and went looking dashingly. A tailor meets him.

Hello!

Where are you going?

What, brother, everyone says: there is dashing in the world: I haven’t seen any dashing, I’m going to look for it.

Let's go together. And I live well and have not seen hardships; Let's go look.

So they walked and walked, entered the forest, into a dense, dark one, found a small path, followed it - along a narrow path. As they walked and walked along this path, they saw: there was a big hut. Night; nowhere to go.

“Hey,” they say, “let’s go into this hut.”

Entered; There’s no one there, it’s empty, it’s not good. They sat down and sat. Here comes a tall woman, thin, crooked, single-eyed.

A! - speaks. - I have guests. Hello.

Hello, grandma! We came to spend the night with you.

OK then; there will be something for me to eat!

They got scared. So she went, taking a large amount of firewood; I put it in the stove and lit it. She went up to them, took one, a tailor, and stabbed him, put him in the oven and put him away.

‎ The blacksmith sits and thinks: what to do, what to do? She took it and had dinner. The blacksmith looks into the stove and says:

Grandma, I'm a blacksmith.

What can you do - forge?

Yes, I can do everything.

Bite my eye.

“Okay,” he says, “do you have a rope?” We need to tie you up, otherwise you won’t give in; I would forge your eye.

She went and brought two ropes, one thinner and the other thicker. So he tied her up with one that was thinner.

Come on, grandma, turn around!

She turned and broke the rope.

Well, he says, no, grandma! This one won't do.

He took a thick rope and twisted it well with this rope.

Turn around, grandma!

So she turned around - she didn’t break it. So he took an awl, lit it, pointed it at her good eye, took an ax and hit the awl with its butt. As soon as she turned around, she broke the rope and sat down on the threshold.

Oh, villain, you won’t get away from me now!

He sees that he is in trouble again, sits, thinks: what to do? Then the sheep came from the field; she drove the sheep into her hut to spend the night. Here the blacksmith spent the night. In the morning she began to let out the sheep. He took the fur coat, turned it upside down, put it in the sleeves, and crawled up to her like a lamb. She released everything one by one; As soon as he grabs the back, he will throw it away. And he crawled up; She grabbed him by the back and threw him out. I threw him out, he stood up and said:

Farewell, Likho! I have suffered a lot from you; There's nothing you can do now.

She says:

Wait, you'll have to endure more, you haven't left!

‎ And the blacksmith went again into the forest along a narrow path. Looks: in the tree there is a hatchet with a golden handle; I wanted to take it for myself. So he took up this hatchet, his hand stuck to it. What to do? You can't tear it off. He looked back: Likho was coming towards him and shouting:

You're a villain and you haven't left!

The blacksmith took out a knife he had in his pocket, and let’s saw this hand; cut it off and left. He came to his village and began to show his hand, which he now saw famously.

“Here,” he says, “look at what it’s like: I,” he says, “am without an arm, and I completely ate my comrade.”

This is where the fairy tale ends.

Dashingly one-eyed

The blacksmith lived happily and knew no hard times.
“What is this,” says the blacksmith, “I have never seen any dashing thing in my life!” At least I’d like to see how dashing it is in the world.
So the blacksmith went looking for the dashing one. He walked and walked and entered a dense forest. He looks around and sees: not far away there is a huge hut. I knocked - no one answered; opened the door, walked in - empty, not good. The blacksmith climbed onto the stove and went to bed without having dinner.
Suddenly the door opened, and a whole herd of sheep entered the hut, and behind them Likho - a huge, scary woman, with one eye. Likho sniffed around and said:
- Eh, yes, I have guests; I, Likha, will have something to eat for breakfast: it’s been a while since I’ve eaten human meat. Dashingly blew up a splinter and pulled the blacksmith off the stove.
- Welcome, unexpected guest! Thanks for stopping by; tea, you’re hungry and thin,” and dashingly checks with the blacksmith to see if he’s fat, but he’s all sick in his stomach from fear. “Well, there’s nothing to do, let’s have dinner first,” says Likho.
We sat down to dinner. He dashingly puts a quarter of a sheep into his mouth at a time, but the blacksmith doesn’t take a piece down his throat, even though he hasn’t eaten anything all day. Likho asks the blacksmith:
-Who are you, good man?
- Blacksmith.
-What can you forge?
- Yes, I can do everything.
- Bite my eye!
“If you please,” says the blacksmith, “do you have a rope?” We need to tie you up, otherwise you won’t give in; I would forge your eye.
Dashingly brought two ropes: one thick and the other thinner. The blacksmith took a thinner rope, tied Likho and said:
- Come on, grandma, turn around!
Dashingly turned and broke the rope. Then the blacksmith took a thick rope and twisted the grandmother well.
- Come on, now turn around!
Dashingly turned around and did not break the ropes. Then the blacksmith found an iron pin in the hut, lit it white in the oven, placed it right on Likha’s eye, on his good one, and when he hit the pin with a hammer, the eye just hissed. Dashing broke all the ropes, jumped up like mad, sat down on the threshold and shouted:
- Oh, villain! Now you won't leave me!
The blacksmith was more frightened than ever; he sat in the corner, neither alive nor dead. In the morning, Kho began to famously release the rams into the arable land, but one at a time: he would feel if it was really a ram, grab it by the back, and throw it out the door. The blacksmith turned his sheepskin coat with the wool facing up, put it in his sleeves and walked on all fours. Dashingly touched: smells - a ram; grabbed the blacksmith by the back and threw him out of the hut. The blacksmith jumped up, crossed himself and God bless his legs. He ran home and his friends asked him:
- Why did you turn gray?
“I spent the night at Likh’s,” says the blacksmith. “Now I know what it’s like to be desperate: you want to eat, but you don’t eat, and you want to sleep, but you don’t sleep.”

Russian folktale.

Illustrations: Sazonova T.P. and Prytkov Yu.A.

Being interested in Slavic mythology, I recently discovered that one of the spirits of evil, misfortune and misfortune (it struck me like lightning when I read his name) is called Dashing One-Eyed.

If you parse the word, the word is bad (p-LOXO). For this, by the way, let’s take one syllable from the word bad, namely Loch, note p-LOKHOE, and let’s begin to develop this negative word because it is associated in the Russian language with dilapidated, old, unsightly, stupid, etc. Well, for example, LOHMOTYA, PLAKHA, Pelvis (dishes for draining sewage, slops). But this is not enough for us, if we turn the word around, we get Hol, and here it is no less interesting, Bachelor, Bachelor. Here you can also bring KhoKHOL, which is disparaging towards Ukrainians, the ancient KHOLop, as well as HALtura, HALupa, HALYAVA.

By the way, the word also has an ancient feminine usage, now almost eliminated from use. SoLokha is a slob, a sluggish woman. This word came into the so-called blatnoy jargon at the end of the 19th century, apparently from the common Russian language. The connection with the Jews, and Hebrew, well, of course it is, what does it have to do with its origins, this is the word CHALDEAS. In common parlance, it is still customary to call them, through the letter O, KHOLDEY, and they tend to call all waiters that way, and if you consider that Semites read from right to left, and Russians from left to right, then anyone can understand the true meaning of Lokhdeev in past. Here it is also impossible not to note such a transparent hint as the HOLOCAUST, which by all true Aryans with ancestral genetic memory has long been renamed the LOHOCAUST, and nothing else. Which tells us that stupidity, sloppiness, and inability to take care of oneself have always evoked negative emotions in the Russian ethnos, and at the same time there was a desire to relearn and correct the bad.

So here's Likho from the same opera Likho (by dashing).

Naturally, such a discovery could not leave me indifferent, and I began to look for the available information on Likha One-Eyed.

What can you immediately learn about Likha?

According to Slavic mythology, it is famously considered the embodiment of grief and troubles, the spirit of evil. Outwardly, it slightly resembles a person, but has significant differences. Sometimes this evil spirit is described as a giant with one eye, in another case it famously appears in the form of a vile, thin woman of tall stature, but also with one eye.
Accompanying a person, it famously brings troubles, failures and various misfortunes. Sometimes this misfortune becomes attached to a person for life, turning it into a constant nightmare. Only a strong person, capable of withstanding all life’s difficulties and adversities, can get rid of such a “neighborhood”.

In East Slavic mythology, Likho is the spirit of evil, misfortune, the personification of grief. The appearance of the dashing man is not clearly defined. Like many inhabitants of another world, it is famously both similar to and different from a person. Dashingly appears either as a huge one-eyed giant, or as a tall, scary, thin woman with one eye. When Likho is next to a person, a variety of misfortunes begin to haunt him. Often Likho becomes attached to such a person and terrorizes him all his life. However, according to Russian folk tales, it is man himself who is to blame for the fact that Likho became attached to him - he is weak, does not want to confront everyday difficulties and seeks help from an evil spirit.

Here is Lady Hague pretending to be Dashing

Here is Madonna Dashing One-Eyed:

Yes, thousands of them!

Don't you think at all that they are trying to jinx you? Yes, this is how the Illuminati controls, they cast a spell on everyone who looks at it, and then why be surprised that sorrows, misfortunes, misfortune and evil haunt you throughout your life?!

But let's go back to the roots, let's look at the Russian Folk Tale "Dashing One-Eyed"
I take some of the most interesting moments, since you can read the whole fairy tale yourself.

And he went to look for him. It got dark (the Night of Svarog had arrived) When I found it, Dashing appeared like this:

How the door opened, and a whole herd of sheep entered the hut, and behind them Likho - a huge, scary woman, with one eye. Well, what would we do without them without the rams, however, we will discuss the rams in the topic about Christianity. We are interested in the name of Likho: big, huge, giantess, with one eye. What is this?!

Babylonian ziggurat:

Dashingly he lit the stove, slaughtered the ram, removed it and fried it.

We sat down to dinner. He dashingly puts a quarter of a sheep into his mouth at a time, but the blacksmith doesn’t take a piece down his throat, even though he hasn’t eaten anything all day. The blacksmith does not eat sheep, apparently he is a vegetarian.)

Then Likho intends to eat the blacksmith, but first asks the blacksmith to forge her second eye. But the blacksmith cunningly knocks out Likh’s remaining eye, then he goes blind, but the blacksmith will not be allowed out of the house.

In the morning (the Night of Svarog ends) it became famous to let the rams out into the arable land, one at a time: he’ll feel if it’s really a ram, grab it by the back, and throw it out the door. The blacksmith turned his sheepskin coat with the wool side up, put it in his sleeves and walked on all fours. Dashingly he touched, grabbed the blacksmith by the back and threw him out of the hut. That is, by cunning, by knocking out an eye and pretending to be a sheep, the blacksmith managed to protect himself. This is the folk wisdom.