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Disturbing yellow needles
And last year grass,
He galloped to the East side
Breathing heat and abundance.
Eles Bootur the Great
Trampled down low hills
That left behind
Breathed angrily.
He passed ruining
Rocky mountains
Like a frozen bark
That fell down
Like a stone hail.
He blew up massive mountains
That became snow drift
Riding days and nights disorderly
He didn’t get sight of
How much and how long
He had galloped.
Winter brought its frost,
Spring water purled gently
Summer was full of rains,
Autumn came with its granular snow.
Going on without a stop
He reached the bottom of a land
Which a bird got to
Laying eggs three times,
Running animals
Giving birth nine times.
To have a rest he stopped
Near a big stump.
Gazing at it attentively,
He found out it was a flue,
A blue smoke was coming out,
A quiet talk was heard.
There was an old woman and man
Having a heart-to-heart talk,
Remembering their happy days,
Drinking a cup of tea.
Our hero peeped into: