Once upon a time, there lived a man named Dzhancharbek. He decided to organize a feast and began to gather people. As with any celebration, various games, races, and archery contests were arranged, where participants shot arrows at a bag filled with silver hanging high. Whoever hits it gets to take it. People gathered, and horsemen brought their best steeds.
In this village lived a poor man named Toichubek. He had nothing but a lame horse named Kokcholok. Toichubek wanted to go to the celebration. "What if Kokcholok and I participate in the races? Perhaps God will have mercy, and my Kokcholok will come in first," he thought and began to prepare. He threw an old blanket over the horse, saddled it, and rode off. When he arrived at the celebration, people laughed at him, and to make matters worse, the race organizer chased him away. But despite this, Toichubek followed them to the place where the races were to start. All the owners of the horses had brought young riders with them. Toichubek went looking for a boy. He ran back and forth but couldn’t find anyone. Then he met another poor man, just like himself. "What’s wrong with you?" asked the poor man. "I can’t find a boy for my Kokcholok." "If that’s the case," said the poor man, "I’ll look too." He ran around and brought back a boy. Toichubek put the boy on the horse and led him to the riders. Then a shout went up, "Go!" and the horses galloped, each trying to outpace the others. But Kokcholok was not in a hurry. Midway through the race, Kokcholok began to overtake the horses and came in first. The people were astonished, and only the old man Kariya was not surprised. He approached the horse, examined it closely, and said, "This Kokcholok turns out to be Tulpar!"
Thus, Toichubek amazed the people, gained fame, and became wealthy.
