Semetey. The Childhood of Semetey. Part - 2

Childhood of Semetey. Part - 2

Semetey enjoyed the khan's power
Not knowing that his father was Manas
He considered himself the son of Ismail
Not knowing his mother and homeland – Talas!

At that time, Chiyyrdy turned ninety-five
She became a weak, hunched old woman
But she heard that Semetey was the khan of Bukhara!

One day, Chiyyrdy said to Kanakei:
- This year I must die
Give me a chance, just once
To see Semetey, the orphan!

She lay down in bed and did not get up again
Seeing all of Chiyyrdy's suffering
Kanakei decided to show her Semetey
But feared the truth, from which trouble awaited

Having obtained a promise from the old woman
Kanakei went out to the road
On which Semetey was to return
From the hunt with his entourage

- Wait a little, brother, wait!
Kanakei shouted to her son on the way
In this house lives your aunt
You must visit her from time to time!

- Eat what you have, oh, my good khan!
You share the widow's loss and separation!
Seeing Kanakei's sad tears
Semetey's heart instantly bled


Kanakei led the hero into the house
It became bitter for her that her own son
Oh, despicable, merciless life
Was forced to call another her son!

She almost cried out, but her throat dried up
Fearing that the secret might suddenly be revealed
She shrank, tensed, and hunched over
With difficulty, she tried to calm down

Seeing the situation in the house, the khan said:
- When Manas was alive, you shone, edje, like a ruby!
Why was I born when Kankor perished?
I would very much like to be his son!

My dear, aunt Kanakei!
If only you were not my edje
How good it would be, believe me
If you were my mother!

My unfortunate edje!
You are childless, unable to smile!
And our son-in-law, who has gone to another world
How could he remain without an heir?

Semetey began to pray for the repose of Manas
Bitterly weeping over such misfortune
Kanakei told about the gray-haired mother
How she fled to Bukhara from Chiyyrdy

Now her eyes are clouded with age
Her chest sunken, wheezing does not let her breathe
She has become like a corpse
Lying down, no longer able to even rise

Kanakei approached her and said:
- Mother, get up! Your son-in-law has come!
Coughing loudly, the old woman sat up
She did not take her eyes off her grandson when he entered!

- Is this your brother, Kanakei?
The one who was recently proclaimed khan?
- Hello, dear son-in-law! How are you?
She kissed Semetey with all her strength!
She wanted to tell him everything
But could not bring herself to do so and did not
She cried, tears flowed from her eyes
Losing consciousness, she fell!

- After the death of your son-in-law, Manas
Kanakei diverted attention
She experienced much, shed many tears
And reached such a state!

She covered Chiyyrdy with clothing
She cried bitterly, at the light of the stars
Twelve years without seeing Semetey
Who else could cry, if not Chiyyrdy?

When all the treats were finished
Kanakei opened her chest
Took out a robe, boots, and Manas's olpok
Asked him to take Semetey's things!

- My dear nephew, these things
Do not give to anyone, wear them yourself
Through this clothing, a bullet will not penetrate
And enemies cannot harm you!

This beee was sewn by me
Olpok, I personally put it on my husband
During great campaigns
His bullet never penetrated

Semetey dressed in the clothing
Became exactly like Manas
He mounted his horse and was about to set off
Kanakei stopped him this time:

- Brother! Eight khans are preparing evil!
They decided to cunningly destroy you
A luxurious palace will soon be built
They want to marry you to a beautiful girl!

They asked to give you to Temirkhan
To which your father agreed
If you go to them, you will perish
Drive them away and destroy them, finally!
Semetey became angry, rearing his horse
He galloped to the eight khans in Bukhara
They were planning to capture him that day
Semetey rushed to them and said:

- Did you decide to poison me with poison?
To whom have I done evil, perhaps?
Now hide from my eyes!
Otherwise, Semetey will destroy you!

Saying this, he engaged them in battle
Sixty heroes, in an hour, were gone
Those who remained alive fled
In different directions, wherever they could!

Semetey. Childhood of Semetey. Part - 1