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Swift-Footed Baraanchai

“See here! See here!
Broad-shouldered you are,
But stupid you are,
Stout enough you are
But light-minded you are,
Fatuous, boasting you are
But gazing at you I see
You look well, indeed.
You really came from Sakha.
How did you manage
To set free that terrible devil,
Since what time had he become
Your bosom friend?
It was too late to catch him.
At the pass to a plentiful land,
At the passage to a windy world,
At the trampled down mouth
To a bottomless gap
Looking like a bull-calf throat,
Being a little bit earlier
I managed to snatch
His iron pressed down hat.”
The second brother tore away
His laced up iron belt.
The youngest quick-fingered one
Aimed at his touchy spot
Through his iron shield
Made him shriek out.
“If you fail to bring back
Our beloved sister,
You won’t see the Sun again,”
After that he let him off.
Throwing far their long
Like pitchfork legs
They whistled by
Like wings of a golden-eye.
In the twinkling of an eye
They disappeared