Janar and Olokon. Fairy Tale - Poem. Part 2
CONVERSATION IN THE YURT. Part 2 Olokon rises, He heads towards the yurt, Gripping the horse firmly by the bridle. And leads it by the reins, He passes the wide meadow — Who is there in the yurt — an enemy or a friend? He shouted loudly: “Who is here? A man or an evil demon? I swear — and honor is my pledge. I will see you now. If you are a simple man, I want to ask for directions. If you are a shaitan or an abrek, Then a fight is no trouble for a batyr. For thirty days misfortune chased me