In Bulgarian dramatical existence, a dream was born for an independent and decent life expressed in the images of fictional heroes embodying the most important of our value system. One of these is the legend of Krali Marko, which combines physical strength and high morals, and this becomes an ideal.
In many songs and stories, dedicated to Krali Marko, there is an idealization, a romantic show, bordering on fiction and leading to a legend.
In the image of the Krali Marko, the people embody their bright ideal of heroic personality, whose supernatural qualities pave the way to a free, independent and just life, turning it into a message of good creativity and harmony.
Krali Marko finds a horse and a bride
When Marko came back, at the end of the town, he got off the white forehead deer and let him go into the forest at Gjurga. He got his sword and then went home. His heart started to beat so hard when he thought whose hand squeezed previously the sword. An old mother went out to meet him at the gate. She asked him.
— Why do you need that scary sword?
— I will go, mother, to defend my brothers from the enemy who is trampling our beautiful land. Touch the ground with your ear and you can hear how our people scream like a little weak eagle whose nest is burning and tries, in vain, to spread his bare wings and escape!
— Our land is wide, Marko. If you walk, you can’t arrive everywhere on time. Where is your horse?
— I haven’t got a horse – thought the young man.
— You shouldn’t be without a horse. Once upon a time, your father had a mare with thin legs. If you see her you will recognize her by the black mark between her eyes. Her eyes are yellow like the autumn leaves in the forest. When your father passed away I left her in the meadows next to the Prespa like. Years have passed since then. She grazed there and never came back. Go to find her. The white mare who has carried your strong father over Macedonia and foreign kingdoms will carry you, too. Go to find her!
Marko turned and walked to Prespa lake where dense green grass grew. He went near the shore of the like and hissed. The mare with thin legs was grazing dewy grass in a deep meadow. When she heard him she raised her head and started to whinny. Beside her, a young stallion with blazing red fur sharpened his ears. Marko tried to catch her by the silver chain but she shivered and threw into the lake. Then Marko caught the foal and looked at him. His eyes were yellow like his mother’s. He climbed on his back, moved forward squeezing tight his furry mane. The foal circled the meadow and streaked off into the lake after his mother. He was swimming and Marko was swimming, too. He sank to the chest in the water. When they passed to the other shore, the young man patted the foal on the back, caressed him on the forehead and told him:
— I will be your master!
Then, like a miracle, the horse spoke in a human voice:
— I am brave but you are stronger than me! Be my master!
— What is your name? – Krali Marko asked him.
— My name is Sharkolia.
— Can you run fast?
To be continued …