The old man and his grandson Khyp lived. The grandson had a wife named Hun. The ermine visited the old man for several years and pestered his daughter-in-law. The old man kept asking:
- Send the guy somewhere so he disappears.
Here's an old man saying:
- Go get my tomar, Dootet stole it a long time ago. Khyp went and came to this old man:
“My grandfather said that you have his tomar somewhere, and he ordered you to give it to me.”
Dootet old man says:
- How will I give it back? We need to find him, but I don’t have an eye, Dago pulled him out. Go to her, take an eye, then I will find Tomar.
The guy thinks: “What should I do?” He flew to heaven and came to her:
“The old man, Dootet, told me to give him his eye, he can’t find my grandfather’s tomar without it.”
Dago says:
“I won’t give you my eyes until you take my claw from the body.” I flew and flew, I wanted to catch a burbot; She grabbed me by the back, but it was not a burbot, but a tel, my claw remained in her back. Bring me the claw and I'll give you the eye.
The guy had nothing to do, he went, came to the edge of the sea, and sat down on an iron stump. Tel called:
- Give me the claw, Tel! Dago won’t give up his eyes, and without an eye, the old man won’t find Tomar.
Tel says:
“I’ll give you the claw if you bring me my horn.” I was swimming and swimming here, and someone sawed off my horn. Find it, bring it.
The guy has nothing to do. You need to look for the horn. I couldn’t find the horn in this world, so I flew to where the night rises. I looked around - the morning dawn was rising in this world. The litys flew to the ground, looked back - the white light was barely visible, it had flown so far. He flew to the Litys.
He took the powder from an earthen mushroom and smeared it on so that the Litys would not know that he was a man of the bright world2. I went into the tent to see the Litys, and they were trampling the horn of the teleli and jumping. They drink wine from the horn, like from shot glasses. Khyp came in, the Litys walked around him and sniffed him. Senior Litsy says:
- This is a person, not lit, it smells like a stranger.
Another says:
- No, he’s ours, come on.
Others smelled it but couldn't tell. Khyp is neither alive nor dead. They invited him to visit and sat him down at the table. When the horn reaches him, he knocks it over and throws it into his knapsack. So he hid all the pieces of the horn. He jumped out into the street and flew like an owl. The Lytys were sleeping at this time. We woke up - no man, no horn. They started chasing him. They are flying fast, they are about to catch up. He jumped into the hollow of a birch tree and sits. The Lytys have arrived, crowding around, sniffing, feeling the warm place. They can’t get to the birch tree, they are afraid of the birch tree3. The litysya who did not recognize the person is scolded. Then they decided: “Well, what should we do if we stole the horn?” They went their own way.
The guy rather flew to where the white light shines. He got there, flew to the edge of the sea, sat down on an iron stump, and the teller called:
“I somehow got your horn, grandma, and almost disappeared.”
He gave her the horn, she wanted to check whether it was strong. She went to the river, the winter ice was broken. She broke the ice - a strong horn. She gave the guy the claw to pull out. He barely pulled it out - it was stuck firmly in his back and had already grown in.
He flew to Dago and planted a claw on her leg. She flew off and said:
- Good, he’s sitting tighter than before.
She sat down in her place and gave up her eyes. She had an eye in her stomach, swallowed.
He took Hyp's eye and went back down to the old man. He gave him the eye, he gave it to him.
The guy took the tomar and went back to his tent. His chum was made of stone. An ermine sits at the door, Hun is watching over his woman. Khyp understood everything, went in, and closed the door tightly so that the ermine wouldn’t get through.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru