"You will hear the legend of a Polish Princess, who rather then wed a German, threw herself into the waves of the Vistula. You will hear the tale of the wise king who slew a terrible dragon. You will hear the tale of the white eagle, whose snowy feathers were reddened with blood, and hearing this tale you will understand why the Poles have in their crest an eagle, white as snow, on a field as red as blood. A lovely tale..........."

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"When the auturmn wind howls outside the windows, when the rain beats against the panes, when the logs are crackling on the hearth, you must strain your ears, order everyone to be silent and wait paitiently until a faint, delicate knock is heard. It is the knock of a fairy-tale from beyond the seven rivers, from beyond the seven mountains. All her kings are valiant, all knights gallant, all princesses lovely, all horses are swift and unsurpassed, but the eagle in the fairy tale is as white as snow, on a field as red as blood."

Boleslaw and his Knights

Hejnal and Krakow

Janosik

Lech and Gniezno

Songs

Wanda

Wawel Dragon

Samarkanda

Polish Paganism