Olonkho. P. A. Oyunsky

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      I shall stop it.’

      For this purpose

      He ordered that mittens be sewn

      From the best wolf skin,

      The size of a leather bag.

      He hung them like a balloon

      On his high peg

      With three branches…

      ‘If the chilly draught of death comes

      From the disastrous Middle World

      I shall block it.’

      For this purpose

      He ordered that

      A sable-skin coat be sewn,

      And he hung it on a tree…

      ‘If hard frost blows in

      From the awful Under World,

      The world of the Ajarai kin,

      I shall tread on it.’

      For this purpose

      He ordered that boots be sewn

      From the best bear paws.

      He spread them on his latticed shelf…

      Thus, thirty-five tribes

      Of Urankhai Sakha,

      Front-faced, straight-nosed,

      Cheerful and playful,

      Settled in the steady Middle World…

      Can an olonkho not be exaggerated?!

      A few days later,

      The child they created,

      Mighty and strong

      With a grey horse

      And a bow in his hands,

      Warrior Kun Jiribineh,

      Was able to leave the house.

      Fair-faced Tuyarima Kuo

      With the chestnut ambler

      Was able to use the scissors properly…

      Before long

      The head of their stout-hearted son

      Was seen above

      The low branch of a big larch:

      Five-bylas large

      His fine waist became,

      Six-bylas large

      His broad shoulders became,

      His forearms and shins

      Resembled a larch tree trunk

      Stripped of its bark ...

      Looking at the sun

      He covers it with his back,

      Looking at the moon

      He screens it with his hand.

      He became the best man,

      The bravest warrior;

      His eyes, round like a ring,

      Looked full of hostility,

      His piercing eyes

      Became bloodshot.

      He craved fighting,

      He played stretching his muscles,

      He strolled backwards and forwards

      Deep in thought:

      ‘If only someone would come…

      Have the tribes of the devil,

      The kin of Ajarais,

      Not heard of my famous name,

      And the rumours about me yet?!

      What a lust I have for fighting!

      How eager I am!

      How I wish

      To grip and cut their thick skins!

      How I wish

      To knock them down and beat

      Their backs until the tendons snap.

      How I wish

      To rip out their hearts

      With my bloody hands!

      When will the three-spiked

      Strongest heroes from above,

      When will the six-spiked

      Bravest heroes from below

      Come and cut my skin

      And make me bleed

      To quench my fury?!’

      He cried out, looking up,

      He bellowed, looking down.

      Three days later,

      As three beams of sunlight,

      The sharp, shining fire

      Of the radiant white sun,

      Just started to rise,

      As the low edge

      Of the western double sky,

      Glittering like glassy silver,

      Just started to dawn,

      Nine wild whirlwinds sprang up.

      A bear fur with the paws

      And the head

      Was torn to pieces

      By this whirlwind.

      The storm sprang up,

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