Page 122 - ELES BOOTUR (2)

106 PETR OGOTOEV

Pulled out the sharp beak
Of the great witch, broke into pieces.
Having lost her magic
She was kneeled down,
She was thrown down,
Her head was pulled out
And thrown away behind.
It rolling down
Got to the threshold
Of Buor Mangalai, who’ll not move
If you cry at him,
Will not raise himself a little
If you shout at him,
Having the gloomy Sun
And smell of burning,
Greedy and gluttonous,
The owner of all devils
He was.
“What is it ?
Is it enemy’s head
Or clot of blood ?” Mr i
A poor old woman
Trembling came up to it
And suddenly shrieked out:
“Oh, you’re a fool
It’s our daughter’s head” —
And she burst into tears.
The old man hardly uttered
“Oh, my poor child!”
His heart was bleeding and
He was out of mind.
Eles Bootur the Great
Weakened the strength
Of his enemy at last.
He made him jump
Nine times on one leg,
Eight times on two legs,
Sat on his back and
Made him gallop.
At last shrieking out