The hunter took off the kanga, threw it on the mountain, and hid himself. The Chakhklis saw the kanga and began to fight over it. One took the canga away from everyone, climbed into it, and then the hunter caught him.
The hunter came home and said to his wife:
- I found my son.
Whatever the hunter and the wife did, he did. Just ruin. The wife begins to mend the nets, he also mends them, and everything gets tangled up.
Once she took a knife and ran it across her throat. And Chakhtli also took a knife and stabbed himself.
“We didn’t have children,” said the wife, “and this one is not a child.”
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru