Page 60 - ELES BOOTUR (2)

60 PETR OGOTOEV

Flying over her brother,
She dropped the five-pound ball.
Her squint-eyed brother
Turned out to be agile
To catch the heavy ball,
Holding it on his palm
Smiling crookedly,
He jeered at Eles Bootur.

Eos Tardar

“Well, man!
It’s high time I think
To try your battle hardness.
Be cautious, I’ve warned you.”
Having said these words
He whirlwinded three times
And threw his ball hastily.
The ball like wings of a carrion-eagle
Whistled fiercely aiming at
The black liver of Eles Bootur.
Our hero wanted to escape it
But the ball knocked down his helmet
Like a whirlwinded blunt-nosed larch
Eles Bootur turned over,
Being shocked, he had been lying
For three days not knowing
Whether he died or not
Then coming to himself,
He found his helmet in the ravine.
His poor mother winding up her life
At the last moment before her death
Gave him immortal holy water
Asking to use it at the very last moment.
Getting it out of his left thigh
Concealed deep into it,
He drank it and oiled his body.
His eyes brightened up, breath bettered,
He became ten times stronger.
Jumping up violently