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3 8 PETR OGOTOEV

Coming out from his nest
To oppress and hurt
Kind-hearted people
Of the Middle World,
He rushed to your sisters
To steal them away.”
Hearing it, her brother
Panted and breathed vengeance,
His blood was up,
His every nerve strained,
He couldn’t sleep any more,
He sprang to his feet
Snatching his sisters
By their long hair,
Winding it round his hand,
Taking no notice of
Their tears and shouts,
Uttering no words,
Growling like a Hon,
Rushed to the North.
Running without a stop
Three days and nights,
He got to ice mountains,
To the stormy ocean
Without a shore and bottom,
Throwing away his sisters
He dived into the ocean
And disappeared for three days.
On the fourth day
When the sun rose
His sisters sat mourning over
Their drowned brother,
Being very furious,
He jumped out of the water,
Gripping them by the hair,
He rushed puffing noisily
To the wind blown,
To the horrible East side.
After three days of running
He stopped and driving