About the place

The song “Two Fishermen” plays (M. L. Rėza 112, 113)

“And there grew angry
The God of Waves –
The north wind rose.
Ah, friend, my friend,
My dear companion,
Cast the little golden anchor!
Let Bangpūtys rock
The boat
Upon the golden anchor!”

Sculpture:

– I am Bangpūtys, god of storm and wind. That is what the western Lithuanians and the ancient Prussians called me. Coastal people feared me and named me an evil spirit of the waters.
And the fishermen devised ways to win my favour! When they caught a pike or another fish, they placed it on a clean wooden board in the barn. And they drank from deep bowls to please me. Afterwards they burned those bowls as an offering and gave the fish to beggars.

Passer-by:

– Mighty Bangpūtys, are you the one who rocks the sea and whips up the foam I like to splash with my feet when I walk along the shore?

Sculpture:

– Look into my piercing eyes, my lips, my forehead, my undulating head. Do I look like someone who merely rocks the water and beats tiny waves into white foam?

Passer-by:

– Oh! I’m drowning, help me… How you frightened me, old man! Your piercing gaze alone is enough to make someone drown.