Once upon a time there lived a zhigit named Duisen. He was tending his goats. One day Duisen went with the goats to the steppe, got tired, tired and fell asleep next to the herd. Wolves ran past and stole the entire herd. When Duysen woke up, he did not find a single goat. He began to tan: what should I do? I thought and decided to go wherever my eyes led me. He wandered around the steppe for a long time and fell on the trail of the Dyau. Duisen was terribly frightened, but there was nothing to do: he would have to meet with Dyau. Here we go. Duisen approached the giant. Dyau treated him kindly and invited him to his yurt. As soon as Duisen entered the yurt, the dyau pounced on him and tied him up. Duisen looked around and saw many people tied up like him.
Dyau fattened his captives so that he could then slaughter and eat them. Every morning the dyau ate one of the bound men and went into the steppe.
One day Dyau went to the steppe early and did not return for a long time. And when he returned, he fell fast asleep. Duysen somehow freed his hands and, having heated the wire, burned out his eyes. The dyau roared, came out of the yurt, and sat down on the edge of the well. Duysen approached him unnoticed and pushed him into the well.
Having dealt with the dyau, Duisen returned to the yurt, untied the captives and sent everyone home. He took all the wealth of the dyau for himself and went to his relatives. When he arrived, he learned that his father had died during his wanderings across the steppe. Duisen took his old mother and brothers and returned to the yurt. Settled in it.
Duisen did not tell anyone about his reprisal against Dyau, but asked not to approach the well.
One day, Duisen's mother, overcome by feminine curiosity, could not stand it and went to the well. Dyau saw the old woman and asked to bring a long rope with which he could get out of the well. The old woman brought a rope and pulled it out. She brought him to the yurt, fed him and hid him. She didn’t say anything to the children, fearing Duisen’s anger.
So much time passed. The old woman gave birth to a son. The children were not at home at the time. The mother wrapped the child in rags and laid him on the road along which the children usually returned home. Duisen and his brothers are walking in the evening and see a child on the road. They took him and brought him to his mother. She accepted the child and began to feed him.
Time passed. The boy grew up quickly. He loved his brothers. When he was four years old, he one day heard that the old woman and the dyau were going to kill his brothers. Mothers are tired of constantly hiding their children from their children. The boy ran out of the yurt and sat down on the road along which the brothers always returned home. The brothers met the boy, took him in their arms and walked with him. On the way, the boy told them that some terrible giant lived in the yurt, whom the old woman was hiding before their arrival, and that this giant and the old woman were planning to poison the brothers by pouring poison into sour milk.
“Don’t drink this milk,” said the boy, “but give it to me and I’ll spill it.”
The brothers did just that. When the mother put milk on the table, the boy spilled it. The old woman became terribly angry and began to beat the boy. Duysen stood up for his brother. Dyau could not stand it, jumped out of his shelter and knocked down Duisen. He wanted to stab him and asked the old woman for a knife. But the boy got ahead of the old woman, grabbed a knife and stuck it in the boy’s chest. The giant fell on his side. Duysen freed himself from under the dyau and stabbed him to death. He also killed the evil old woman. The brothers freed themselves from the dyau and the evil old woman and began to live peacefully.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru