Location: Baltic Europe
Capital: Riga
Main language: Latvian
Currency: Euro
Construction: ceramic, cloth
Height in Centimeters: 20
Height in Inches: 8
Reading Level: 7.20
My name is Alise, and I live in Latvia. I am dressed up in the national costume. I have a woolen shawl with colorful trim, an embroidered cap, and silver brooches. Today is the National Song and Dance Festival. The festival will be held in our capital city, Riga. I will dance with all of my friends. Some of the costumes at the festival will be a little different than mine. That’s because my country has been ruled by so many other countries and cultures. The ruling countries include Germany, Poland, Sweden, Nazi Germany, and Russia. Each of these countries left some impact on our culture, language, and customs. It wasn’t until 1991 that our independence from the Soviet Union was finally recognized. Although my grandparents lived through the terror of wars and occupation, they never gave up hope. Their dream was for Latvia to be an independent country. Their faith was not in politics, but in the legend of a superhero, called Bear-Slayer (Lacplesis). Long ago, a Latvian named Andrejs Pumpurs, wrote a poem about Bear-Slayer’s incredible strength. Bear-Slayer was a superhero with big ears that looked just like the ears of a giant bear. He fought and won many battles against the Germans who invaded Latvia 800 years ago. He was loyal to Latvia and very strong. When the Germans kidnapped his girlfriend, he went to Rome to rescue her. However, after they were married, an evil man (named Black Knight) came to destroy Bear-Slayer. Black Knight knew that Bear-slayer’s magical power would be lost without his bear ears. In a big fight, the Black Knight cut off Bear-Slayer’s ears. Then they both fell off the cliff and into the waters at Staburag. With the Bear-Slayer gone, the Germans and other “strangers” from foreign lands took over Latvia. According to the poem:
The Strangers gained the upper hand,
And ruled as lords, cruel and depraved:
The well-loved people of the land,
For centuries were all enslaved.
But still, the day will come, is sure,
When the Black Knight will be cast down:
In Staburags's raging water,
The deadly foe alone will drown.
Then for the folk new times will dawn;
At last, their freedom will be born.