Once upon a time there lived an elderly Raven, the father of Sokholylan. One day Raven says to his old woman:
- I really want to eat some eggs! However, I will go to the rocks for eggs.
- Why do it yourself? You have so many sons.
- No, I want it myself.
The old woman knew that whatever the old man wanted, he would do.
- Well, go! - says the old woman, and the old man went. The old man approached the rocks. The guillemots and guillemots rose up, began to chatter, and flew away from their nests. The raven collected the eggs. Then I thought: “Shouldn’t I collect guillemots and eiders from my sisters?” - and there he collected the eggs.
Again it seemed to him not enough, and he went to the ekengalien. He began to approach and began to sing: “Kitkinyt, nitkykoo, nitkycheki. Threads! I’m going to eat your delicious eggs, Sister Ekengalen!” - No, Brother Raven, don’t take it. I have the only egg, don't compare me to. guillemot, guillemot lays five eggs, and I only lay one egg every summer! - And the ekengalen began to cry, and tears dripped onto the old Raven, on his head, on his wings, on his chest. And when winter came, Raven became completely bald, could not fly and froze.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru