Koyonok-god (beard - fir top down) sat in the shade of a birch tree with golden leaves. Irimchik chews and with his thick lips (satisfied!) spanks:
- N-na!.. N-na!..
And there, near the foot of the mountain, far away, the Kuyan hare, a glutton, nibbles the grass.
He looks at Koyonok and puffs:
- God lives well. There are no wolves, the kites are cowardly. Grace!
He plucks the grass, twists his nostrils, and is dissatisfied.
Says:
- If only I could eat some golden leaves from a birch tree.
OK.
Kuyan thought for a long time (even the fur was coming out of his thoughts), he decided:
“I’ll go to the god Koyonok.”
Came.
“Hello, God,” he says, “how are you doing?”
Koyonok answers:
- I’m not living well. Fine. Even when you get tired of living like this.
“You won’t get tired of it,” says Kuyan, “look how big his beard is.” How to scratch - you need to scratch for a year.
“That’s right,” Koyonok answers, “it takes a long time to scratch.”
They are silent and look at each other.
OK.
Kuyan says:
- Do you want me to tell you a fairy tale?
God Koyonok thinks: what kind of fairy tales does the hare have?
But (he was kind) answers:
- Tell me.
Kuyan sat down near the felt, embroidered with silk, at the feet of the god. He looks at the leaves, licks his lips, and says...
And since he was licking his lips all the time, Kuyan did well. And the steppe, as if not a steppe, but a hundred-year-old kumiss. The pegs are not pegs, like arakchins, decorated with stones, laid out across the steppe.
OK.
Koyonok grunted approvingly:
- Ek!.. here’s a hare!
He felt calm. Fell asleep. He fell out of the felt.
The hare is now going to the birch tree, let’s eat the leaves. I got so drunk that my belly became as strong as a pine cone.
Got drunk and fell asleep.
OK.
God Koyonok has bad dreams. Unpleasant dreams for God - either the horse will litter, or instead of ayran he will drink dirt.
I barely woke up.
He feels the sun is burning on the back of his head.
“Why would that be,” he thinks, “the shadow was always good.”
He looks - half of the leaves on the birch tree are missing.
And Kuyan is sleeping next to him.
One paw on the belly, half a leaf sticks out in the mouth.
Koyonok got angry and snorted:
- What have you done? A?
The hare jumped up and couldn’t speak because he was full.
- Ugh! - said Koyonok. - What a lousy face. Go.
And as punishment he said:
- The best food for you, glutton, will be aspen bark, bitter.
He got up and started making new leaves.
OK.
When the leaf on the birch tree turns yellow in the fall, the hare is afraid to approach the bark. He is shaking, his soul is jumping.
I say:
- And he’s coming. It shakes, but it goes on.
You have to eat.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru