Olonkho. P. A. Oyunsky

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СКАЧАТЬ swirled up,

      Nine vertical white skies

      Rocked like water

      In a birch-bark bucket,

      White clouds gathered,

      Black clouds clustered round,

      Dark-grey clouds came together…

      Nothing was seen

      In the white sky.

      The black stormy wind

      Of the sky

      Yowled and growled,

      Like the guffaw

      Of the ilbis’s daughter,

      The spirit of war,

      Like the nicker

      Of the ohol son,

      The spirit of discord.

      The tempest rose,

      The ground could not be seen.

      Has the base

      Of the Under World cracked?

      Has the crown

      Of the Middle World been punched?

      Has the axis of the Upper World broken?

      Four rumbling thunderbolts rolled in,

      Four bright flashes of lightning struck.

      Thick fog came down so that even a shadow

      Could not be seen…

      A rain of stones

      As big as a four-year-old cow,

      A hail of stones

      As big as a three-year-old bull-calf,

      Banging and rolling,

      Fell like an icy storm

      Upon the dazzling land

      Saidaryky Ebeh Khotun,⁹¹

      Where hoar frost was never seen,

      Where the summer was year-round.

      A heavy snowfall

      Began to swirl and whistle,

      Prickling thin ice

      Began to circle and clink…

      The loud, deafening sound

      Would have torn to pieces

      A bear skin with the paws and the head,

      Would have shaken

      Three grinning nether worlds,

      Would have split the sky

      And made the earth yawn.

      That spacious, red and rosy

      Eight-rimmed, eight-brimmed

      Uneven and restless

      Primordial Motherland

      Heaved like water

      In a birch-bark bucket.

      Cowards rushed to the cattle shed,

      The best of them hid in the barn…

      Mighty and vigorous

      Brave Kun Jiribineh

      With the grey horse

      Exclaimed joyfully:

      ‘How long I have been waiting for you,

      My children, my sons-in-law!

      Have you come down

      From above to see me

      Because of my famous name,

      Because of my glorious reputation;

      Or have you come

      From below?!

      We will play

      Like a stallion and mare,

      Interlocking our arms and legs,

      Like the branches

      Of a flexible willow.’

      Saying so, he jumped up,

      Looked around,

      Turning hither and thither…

      There he saw a man

      On the low edge

      Of the western golden sky,

      On the opposite side

      Of his Mother Earth,

      On the top of a copper sky

      With eighty-eight pillars:

      The man was wearing

      A coat made of demon’s skin,

      Which reached down

      To the middle of his legs,

      A lion-hide tie was tightly wrapped

      Around his throat,

      He wore a flat, iron hat,

      On which he put a deer cap inside out,

      Looking like nine eagle nests,

      Brims upwards,

      And he wore six iron armours.

      He moved his ugly face up and down,

      Looking like a cave

      In a river bank.

      He stared blankly

      With his bloodshot eyes,

      Looking like undercooked fish soup.

      His eye sockets

      Were like cleft rocks.

      He opened wide his narrow mouth,

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