There lived a king. He had a daughter more beautiful than the sun. Many dreamed of a beautiful princess. Many glorious and noble young men asked for her hand, but the king refused everyone.
“First bring the apple of immortality,” the king said to everyone, “and prove that you are worthy of the princess.”
Many brave heroes went to look for the magic tree, but not a single one returned. A poor young man lived near the palace. He was famous for his songs and playing the chonguri. The young man fell in love with the beautiful princess, dreamed about her day and night, and one day decided to try his luck. He came to the king and asked to give him the princess as his wife.
The king did not drive away the poor Chongurist; he told him, as he told everyone:
“If you get me the apple of immortality, you will get the princess as your wife.”
The Chongurist took his Chonguri and set off on the road to look for the apple of immortality.
He walked a lot, he walked a little, he crossed nine mountains and saw: a garden spread out on the slopes of a hill. The fence around the garden is stone, very high, even a bird cannot fly over it! Chongurist walked around the garden - from morning to evening! - there is no entrance to the garden. He went around the second time, he went around the third time. A young man walks, plays his chonguri and sings a gentle song. The garden froze, the trees stopped rustling their leaves. The mountains and valleys listen to the song. The birds that were soaring in the sky descended on the trees to listen to the song of Chongurist.
And suddenly the stone fence parted, and the road to the garden opened up for the Chongurist.
This was the same garden where the apple tree with the fruits of immortality grew. The terrible gwelveshapi guarded the magic apple tree. The monster will sense a person, let him into the garden and send the unfortunate man into his fiery womb.
And now he sensed the man’s gwelveshapi and moved aside the stone fence. The Chongur player walks through the garden, singing his sad song. The gwelweshapi opened its huge mouth, rushed towards the man with a hoarse roar... and froze. He was amazed by the never-heard sounds of chonguri. The gentle song calmed the fury of the evil monster.
And the Chongur player walks and walks, and the sweet sounds of his song sound.
Tears flowed from the gwelveshapi's eyes, an unknown sadness overwhelmed him.
And suddenly the strings of the chonguri broke.
The young man fell silent. He stopped in front of the gwelveshapi, awaiting his fate.
And gvelveshapi picked an apple and gave it to the young man:
- Take the apple, don’t be afraid. Never before have they spoken to me in the language of a song. Take this apple of immortality, it is yours. A person capable of creating such a wondrous song is immortal.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru