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Olonkho. P. A. Oyunsky
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isbn 9781898823377
Автор произведения P. A. Oyunsky
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As if from the Ajarai tribe of the Under World
From its divided eight kins,
A young mare of two years
Was brought and slaughtered there
As it was walking proudly
On the white snow,
And it fell on its side
Its blood gushing
Crimson red on the snow.
The flames in the furnace of Kytai Bakhsylan
Were dancing with red fire…
The iron surface of his anvil
Was as solid as the forehead
Of a six-year-old bull
Struck on its head as it was
Staggering along the alaas
And it fell on its knees…
His gleaming anvil
Was clanking and clinking
From the hammer blows,
The famous noisy and deadly bellows
Of Ketteny blacksmith,58
Were made of the hairy skins
Of forty-four stallions’ backs.
His black bloodthirsty sledgehammer
Was like a huge post
Of a wealthy house,
His pincers were shrieking,
His file was squealing,
Like his wife
Fire-Uot Kyndyalana59
Of the tribe Uogan Khan,60
With whom he shared his bed,
So they were settled at the far side
Of the hazardous Middle World
To be the source of the
Three vengeful clans…
Straight to the east if you go, Where the radiant white sky becomes as soft As suede and hangs down smoothly, Where the sky borders the earth…
The master of humans,
The best of the Upper World,
The one who was of the wisest,
Who had ink made of eagle blood,
A pen made of an eagle feather,
The one who had records made of stone
From that very time
When the Motherland was created,
The bow-legged,
One-kharis-bearded,61
Old man Serken Sehen62
Was settled here to be a fortune-teller,
To predict the future,
To be the eyes to see
And support the thirty-five tribes of
The Middle World,
Where people are born and die,
Where generations come and go;
The light-footed and smart girl
Sepjigirei Magan63
Became his maid.
They were settled
In the impenetrable woods,
Deep in the belly of the earth
Out of the hollow stump,
Like the horn of a dry cow,
Smoke rose, twisting.
They were settled
On the northern side
Of the fiery ocean,
Swirling and bottomless,
Covered with icy sludge of
The flowing red sand,
With the infuriating wind,
With the bellowing snow,
With the rising sun,
With the trees falling down.
In the Middle World they were settled
To glorify the people
Of the thirty-five tribes
Of a warm and playful disposition,
Who are front-faced, two-legged,
Whose heads can swivel,
Whose joints are flexible.
The eldest son of Ulutuyar Uluu Toyon
The old man Aan Ukhan,
The forefather
Of the kin of Uogan,
Became the spirit of fire in their hearths.
He was named Khatan Temerieh,
His breath was a blue flame,
He had a steel-grey horse,
His character was straight as an arrow,
His beard and hair were frizzled,
His walking stick was thick,
His steel was as big as a haystack
Covered with snow,
His flint was as large as a bull calf.
They say, Jedeh Bakhsila,
The spirit of the dwelling,
And Nadjy Niankha,
The dirty and stinking
Spirit of the cattle-shed,
Were settled together with them.
Since that time
In the inhabited Middle World
Sakha man who was striving
For good luck and happiness
Built his yurt,64
Lit a fire in his hearth.
Then, he welcomed them,
Praising their good names,
Treating them with kumis,
And bowed his head to them.
The old man Ediget Botur,
Whose black face
Was red-tinged,
Whose body
Was strong and stout,
Whose beard
Was like green algae,
With a birch-bark bucket
On his back for fish,
With a landing net in his hand,
Dwelt on salty soil.
His yard was covered with ice,
He was settled
In the inhabited Middle World
To increase the numerous stocks of fish,
With yellow scales, sharp fins,
Never running out
Like the current
Of