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90 PETR OGOTOEV

“An egg can spoil everywhere,
A man can die any time!” —
He said and like a fur ball
Shrieking out jumped over
The sharp stakes.
Jumping over
He cut his thick spot
That his blood burst out.
This trifle didn’t stop him,
He landed on the other side
Like a frozen iron.
Not stopping for a moment
He rushed forward.
A wide trampled down road
Became narrower and narrower
Like a throat that in the end
He came up to the place
Where two black stones
Like teeth of a fast horse
Rubbed each other,
Not a bird would fly over it,
Not a mouse would steel under it.
If he entered
The sun would disappear,
If he returned
He would not live.
His forward way
Was like a mortar,
His backward way
Was like a narrow hole.
Thinking a little,
Raising his head to the sky
He shouted to the narrow hole
To save him, not to kill him.

Eles Bootur

“Djie-Buo! Djie-Buo!
The daughter of the Moon
Witch Ylbaldjyn,