Olonkho. P. A. Oyunsky

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СКАЧАТЬ thunder rumbles menacingly,

      The lightning flashes brightly,

      It is surrounded by the salty ocean,

      With stunning white clouds above;

      At the bottom of the World

      There lies the bitter evil ocean

      With its horrible, and deadly roar.

      The edge of the Middle World

      Is covered with ice and hoarfrost,

      Where an evil storm swirls and plays,

      The red sand on the hills –

      Flying, buzzing and whispering.

      Out of the yellow clay-covered ground

      Copper-coloured dandelion shoots grow,

      And green sedge grows on its white clay soil.

      On the slopes of its mountain

      The sun-beams dance,

      Along the foothills of its mountain

      Thick fog descends.

      Its rocky mountain summits protrude sharply.

      Its sides are so thick

      That they will not give way under pressure,

      Its backbone is so strong

      That it will not bend when struck.

      Its inner core is so wide

      That it will not budge when battered.

      It is the Earth with eight rims and six rings,

      Discordant and discontented,

      With the sun rising

      And setting behind the trees,

      With the water drying up,

      And the wealth vanishing gradually.

      Full of torments and disasters,

      Hopeless and desperate,

      The Middle World was created,

      They say…

      An olonkhosut¹⁷

      Sat down, crossed his legs, and started

      Singing his song

      To the valiant toyon¹⁸

      Of whom the underlings were afraid,

      To the masters with daggers

      Of whom the servants were afraid,

      About how the evil tribe had followed them,

      How the Abaahy¹⁹ tribe had chased them,

      How three kins of Sakha²⁰

      From the Upper and Under Worlds

      Were born and grew in number.

      I will recite as Timofey the Fat, and²¹

      Though you may not like my recitation,

      I will try and imitate, even if badly,

      The old man Kuokhaian;

      I will narrate the story of the grey-haired

      Urung-Aar Toyon,²²

      With the high fur hat

      Made of three sable furs,

      With feathers on the top,

      Who dwelt at the lower part of the edge

      Of the eight-layered yellow and white sky.

      In the upper part of the three-layered

      Inaccessible high sky,

      Where the air was light and blue,

      The sunny midday land was there,

      The creamy, milky lake was there.

      Each step he took brought him an ilgeh blessing.

      His breath was hot,

      He had a plentiful supply of food,

      He lived surrounded by abundance,²³

      They say…

      A famous woman, Adjynga-Sier,

      Was his wife and friend

      Who shared his bed.

      Her face was luminous

      Like the rays of the rising sun,

      Her face was radiant

      Like the glow of the setting sun,

      Her cheeks were crimson,

      She was his khotun,²⁴ they say…

      They became a forefather and a foremother

      To the long-awaited people

      With the reins on their backs,

      With a strap on their necks,

      Who had visionary shamans,

      Kindly Aiyy²⁵ udagans;²⁶

      They became their ancestors,

      They say…

      I was determined enough

      To find out about other tribes

      Who were perverse enough

      To belong to different families.

      In the remote past, thirty-nine tribes lived,

      Behind the edge of the vast sky,

      In the wide, secure dwelling-place,

      Whose blood relative was Beki Sorun²⁷

      With the gluttonous throat

      As wide as the string of a fur cap,

      Whose СКАЧАТЬ