Olonkho. P. A. Oyunsky

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СКАЧАТЬ wiped away the sweat,

      Sparkling like mica,

      Off her forehead,

      With her ten long, white fingers

      Looking like ten she-ermines,

      With their heads down.

      Then she opened her mouth

      To utter some wonderful words –

      The blessing words

      Of Akhtar Aiyyhyt.

      AKHTAR AIYYHYT’S BLESSING

      ‘Che-duo! Chel baraan!

      May your urui-michil be constant forever,

      May it flourish during nine centuries…

      May your aikhal-michil not fade away,

      May it be continuous

      During eight centuries…

      May your fortune be good,

      May your future be happy

      During seven centuries…

      Che-duo! Chel baraan!

      I have told your fortune,

      I have foreseen your destiny…

      May you have three Sakha

      To propagate and to bear,

      May you have four Sakha

      To increase your tribe…

      May you have a trouble-free destiny

      For many centuries,

      May Odun Khan bless you…

      If the stormy winds blow

      From the Upper World,

      May the kin of Kun-Erken⁸⁷

      With the reins on their backs protect you…

      If the cold wind blows

      From the Under World,

      May the kin of Aiyy-Khan

      With the straps on their necks guard you…

      May your ungracious and wilful son

      Have the following name:

      Strong and sturdy Kun Jiribineh⁸⁸

      With the light grey horse.

      May your vivacious

      And hot-tempered daughter

      Have the name

      Of fair-faced Tuyarima Kuo…

      With your past remembered

      As a pleasant time,

      With your future coming

      Free of problems.

      May you live in warmth and love

      Like an egg in a golden nest.

      I am saying farewell for years to come!’

      After that she walked noisily to the door

      Of their large house,

      Which seventy-seven men

      For seven days and nights

      Could not even half-open,

      Pushed it open

      As easily as if it were a leaf.

      She crossed the massive threshold

      The size of a four-year-old mare

      Resting on its side.

      Bending her back

      She turned at once

      Into a beautiful four-year-old mare.

      Snorting and neighing,

      She jumped up to the large white cloud.

      Looking like the skin of a mare

      Complete with its hooves and mane,

      She flew straight up into the high sky,

      To the Upper World

      With a blue haze around her breast,

      With a white haze under her feet…

      To tell you the full story,

      To tell you right up to the end,

      Using colourful and picturesque words,

      This is what happens next:

      Sakha Saaryn Toyon, Sabyia Baai Khotun,

      Destined to give birth

      To three kins of Sakha,

      Were singled out

      To beget four kins of Sakha.

      Holding their boy and girl

      Under their armpits,

      They scrubbed them with the water

      Of a deep lake,

      Washed them with the water

      Of a blue lake…

      Fair-faced Sabyia Baai Khotun

      Took out her delicious generous breasts

      With her ten long silver fingers –

      Looking like ten she-ermines

      With their heads down.

      She put the nipple of her right breast

      Into the mouth of her restless

      And amazingly alert son,

      She put the nipple of her left breast

      Into the mouth of her vivacious

      And hot-tempered daughter…

      The СКАЧАТЬ