Olonkho. P. A. Oyunsky

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      Boiling up with a rustle,

      With scaly-barked

      Huge trees

      In dense, dark woods,

      With high, rocky ridges

      Which had snowy tops

      And long, southern slopes,

      With the burning red sata stone,³

      With the daughter of ilbis, the spirit of war,

      Screaming above,

      With such an immense length,

      With such unmeasured width,

      That a crane for nine days and nine nights

      Could not cross it,

      That even a white crane crying, flew over fast,

      Unable to find its end,

      With remote, unsullied edges,

      With long, sluggish meadows,

      It became the full and ripe

      Centre of the world,

      The complete and flourishing centre

      Of the Motherland,

      My long-stretched

      Great valley

      Kyladyky khotun...

      As three Sakha men

      Had not come down so far

      To this blessed Middle World,

      To such a fine,

      Lovely land

      With a splendid surface

      From the Upper Urung Aar World

      By the order of Odun Khan,

      Had not settled there,

      Had not built a house

      In the best location

      On its golden, precious range,

      Had not fired a sacred hearth,

      Had not put life into a rich,

      Beautiful home,

      Had not made a pen for herds of cattle.

      The offsprings of the tribe of Abaahy –

      Lustful creations,

      Having found it a pleasant land,

      Appeared there,

      The offsprings of the tribe of Ajarais –

      Deceitful creations frequented there,

      Without any praise for the spirit

      Of the great land,

      Without any homage paid

      To Ekhsit Mother-Goddess...

      If you gladly enter

      This great, favoured land,

      If you turn your eyes

      To the southern part of it, you can see –

      At the beginning of the single, death road

      It had nine narrow and high

      Bald peaks

      Standing angrily

      Facing each other

      Like nine great stallions

      Of Toburakh Baai Toyon

       A young Urung Uolan Aimed high And released his bowstring…

      And Togoruia Baai Khotun⁴

      Ready to fight...

      If you look inattentively

      At the side behind them,

      If you push it up –

      At the greedy, white obscure range

      Of the southern blind, swirling sky,

      Great mountains,

      White-winged by both sides,

      Sharp-headed by the tops,

      Rose upside down

      In a thick crowd,

      Soared

      In a long ridge

      Resembling huge, proud cranes

      Which shot up at once,

      Resembling horned, delicate deer

      Which stood opposite each other.

      If you open the lower part,

      If you look at the bottom side –

      Nine huge peaks,

      Blood-winged by both sides,

      Rushed up

      Upside down

      And sidelong

      As nine mighty oxen,

      Walked in the middle of a valley

      Trampling down up to their knees

      A frozen ground,

      Butting each other,

      Scolding,

      Losing their temper...

      In the remote Under World pass

      Of the Ajarai tribe,

      An enormous snowstorm

      Which could smash

      A large, black boulder

      The size of a lying cow’s belly

      Blew СКАЧАТЬ