On a nameless river that flowed into the Tuloma, a Sami fisherman once lived with his family in an old vezha.
They lived well until the fisherman decided to put up a new, spacious vase on the beautiful high bank of the river.
When the bowl was set up, the fisherman’s wife began throwing wood chips and shavings into the water. The fisherman saw this and said:
- Don't throw the shavings into the water!
And he went into the forest to get firewood.
The wife did not listen to her husband, threw all the garbage into the water and cleared the hill.
The shavings floated down.
At that time, a gang of Swedish robbers roamed the Tuloma River. There were a hundred of them. They noticed fresh shavings floating on the water, went upstream, saw smoke from a new large tower and came to a high bank. We settled in the vezha.
The eldest of the gang began to live with the fisherman’s wife, and the rest wooed their daughter.
When the owner returned from the forest, the robbers grabbed him and tied him to a tree for the night - they threatened to kill him if he did not tell where the Sami lived.
The Sami did not want to die. He saw his daughter going for water and asked her to untie the ropes. The daughter answered her father that it was better for her to live with her mother and with the aliens than with her father.
And when the little son ran out into the street, the father turned to him for help, and he agreed. In the evening the boy stayed to play on the street and, when everyone fell asleep, he went up to his father, untied the ropes and freed him.
Finding himself free, the owner took the sword stuck in the ground, with which the Swedish robbers wanted to cut off his head, entered the vezha and dealt with them.
The Sami freed his wife and daughter.
Since then, this tributary of the Tuloma has been called Ulita, after the name of the Sami’s wife.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru