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48 PETR OGOTOEV

The countenance of this rascal, “ —
To follow his footsteps
To find out his warm way
Eles Bootur rushed to his alaas
To catch his riding horse.
Grazing on the best part of his alaas,
Holding by its golden bridle,
Coming up to the best serge,
Tethered his special horse to it
Not let it gallop on the replete horse,
Getting to the sun-filled verandah
That a horse would sweat running to it,
From the first post made of
The largest tree with strong branches
Having a rug of a running cloud size,
A girth of a floating cloud size
A kychyma of a red cloud size
Taking his big saddle
Moved to this fast-legged horse.
Three days later
The signs of Eos Tardar
Were seen again.
A cold wind blew,
A sharp wind whipped
A strong storm roared
Under the golden eastern sky
Having cold breath and
Insulting thought and
Gluttonous habit,
The notorious devil of
The Low World began
To scream like a bear,
To howl like a wolf
To bark like a dog,
His singing was heard
From a far distance.

Eos Tardar

“Aar-Djaaly, Aart-Tatai!
What a nice chap I am!