Churila, who lived in Svarga, was so handsome that he drove all the celestials crazy. Yes, he himself fell in love, and not even with an unmarried woman - with the wife of the god Barma himself, Tarusa.
“A sad thing happened to me,” Churila sang, “from the sweetheart of the red maiden, from the young Tarusushka... Are I sorry for you, my maiden, I keep suffering in my heart, is it because of you that I can’t sleep on a dark night...
And Tarusushka answered like this:
- You go, white powder, to the evening, to the late dawn! You go at dawn! Bring in all the stitches - Little Paths, hide from Barma the God the traces along which Churiushka walked... He hopped across the fields like a bunny, along the steps - like an ermine, walked along the passage - a good fellow, to the crib - like a lover.
Churila got into the habit of going to Tarusa while Karma was praying in the temple, or on Mount Berezan. But the powder could not hide Tarusa’s betrayal. Once the god Barma prayed on Mount Berezan. And a birch tree grew on that mountain - roots up, branches down. That birch tree staggered and began to whisper to Barma the God:
- Just as one does not warm the Red Sun in winter, just as one does not warm the clear Moon in the night, so Tarusa will not love the profane god Barma! It will be a cloudy autumn day, cold winds will blow, and she will run away from her husband Tarus to Churilushka, her lover.
When God Barma found out about the betrayal, he became very angry. He sat astride a swan and flew home. There he found Tarusa in the arms of Churila. And, without hesitation, he cut off Churilushka’s head.
It was not the Swan who flapped his wing, it was Barma who waved his sword. It was not the pearls that rolled to the floor, it was Churila’s blood that spilled. “The Book of Kolyada”, III
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru