As they say and retell, he lived in the same village of psha. He was old and had not been far from home for a long time. One day he decided to go see his herds. He saddled his horse, sat down and rode out of the yard. He just couldn’t get close to his herds - they were surrounded by bulls curled around them in a ring.
Pshy turned his horse, but then the god damn blocked his path.
“You will give me one of your sons,” he said pshi, “and you will see the joy of your wealth.” If you don’t give up your son, I will destroy you.
“Let me go and you will get one of the sons,” said Pshi.
He returned home and called his eldest son to him.
“I went to look at our cattle,” he said, “but when I arrived, it turned out that the devil had curled up in a ring around our herds.” He demanded that one of his sons be given to him - on this condition, he let me go.
- Allah, Allah, father, how could you agree, because wealth is like dew! If we are alive, we will gain wealth, but I will not go to the monster,” said the eldest son.
“If you have nothing more to say, go call your middle brother,” the father ordered.
He told his middle son the same thing as he told his eldest. And he, as if he had heard the elder’s answer, responded with his own words.
Then they called their youngest son, Doletmiz, and told him about the meeting with the devil.
- Father, I’m going to the damn place! - said Doletmiz, jumped onto his alp and disappeared from sight.
He quickly reached the places where their father's herds grazed, but the monster was no longer there. Only a deep mark remained on the ground.
The horseman thought: “If I return with nothing, shame on me! I'll find out what happened to this damn thing. If I return to people with truthful swag, I won’t have to blush.”
And he followed the damn trail. He rode up to the bank of an unfamiliar river, dismounted and went down to the river. Here he saw a naguchitsa with her breasts thrown back and with a spindle in her hands. He crept up to the old woman and kissed her breast.
“You are my mother, you are my father in this world and in this world,” he said.
- May God gouge out those eyes that did not see you, unfortunate young man, where did you come from? – the naguchitsa began to curse the young man.
- Nan, I'm following the trail of the damn thing. When our father arrived at his herds, it turned out that they were surrounded by bulls curled around them in a ring. He demanded one of his sons from his father, and for this he promised to save his life and wealth. “I set out on the road to defeat the damn thing, bless me, nan,” the young man said.
“Then listen, my boy!” Many famous heroes died here. But I will help you. The one you are looking for has now crossed the river. When you cross the river, you will meet large black snakes. Immediately throw them your burka. While they crawl over it, you will move on. After this you will meet something even more terrible - blue snakes.
Throw them your saddle bag. While they cling to it and crawl across it, you will pass by them and find yourself in the steppe, where nothing will threaten you. Here you will see a large house made of white stone, surrounded by a fence of thorny bushes. When you enter the yard, you will see a large hitching post. Tie the horse to it, and enter the house yourself.
An old man of about seventy will approach you with a kumgap, a basin and a towel. He will let you wash, and then bring you some food.
When he brings the food, don’t get up and, as is customary, don’t say: “You’re an old man, I won’t eat while you’re standing; and sit down!” Sit down and enjoy the treat. The next time the old man comes with a kumgan and a basin, don’t say: “I’m young, and you’re old, you can’t serve me.” Take his arrival for granted.
In the evening, when he leaves you alone and goes to his room, look into the next room through the curtain. In it you will see two fucks. As soon as you see them, walk along the porch and enter this room through the door. While you walk around the porch, those two will shed their fucking skins and turn into beauties. These girls will help you,” the naguchitsa finished.
The young man went and did everything as the naguchitsa advised.
When he entered the girls, one of the beauties said:
- Allah, Allah, you made us happy with your arrival! We knew you would come. We called all the prince's sons, but none of them could get here. Now that our father has honored you, he has blessed your marriage to us. From this moment we are your wives. Now listen to what we say: in the morning you and your father will mount your horses and ride to the steppe. There he will show you endless herds of horses, flocks of sheep, herds of horses and will address you with these words: “Our son, you came from a distant country, and, according to custom, I must generously reward you!” But don't take anything.
“I came to these regions not for wealth, but in order to see and hear more, and then tell my friends about your region. And we have plenty of wealth,” you tell him.
But even after this, he will spend a long time trying to persuade you to accept gifts, but under no circumstances should you be tempted. When the father continues to insist and it is impossible to refuse, ask him: “Give me the old roan horse that you rode on raids in your youth, and the old bag with tools that you took with you,” the girls said.
In the morning, the old man went out into the field with the young man and showed him countless cows, sheep, and horses.
- Tell me, how many cattle do you want to take? he asked.
- I don’t want anything. I am not looking for wealth and I did not come for feasts and entertainment. I came, our dada, to see and hear more, and then tell my friends about your region. “I don’t need anything else,” the horseman answered the old man.
- My son, you are our guest, if I don’t give you gifts, shame on me, and if you go with gifts, people will praise both you and me. Don't embarrass us in front of people! - said the old man.
“Then, our dada, give me your roan horse and the old leather bag that you took with you on raids.” “I won’t take anything else from you,” said the young man.
“My son, you yourself would never have known about this, let it benefit those who taught you, let’s go back,” said the old man.
They returned to the old man’s house, spent the night, and in the morning the girls threw the damn skins over themselves. The young man mounted his horse and rode out with them.
Doletmiz made his way back quickly and without obstacles. He rode day and night and soon arrived at his village.
They stopped at the outskirts.
“Unsaddle your horse and go to rest,” the girls said. They prepared the bed and put him to bed. And they themselves took out a leather bag with tools. By morning they had built beautiful houses. When everything was ready, they woke up their husband and went into the house.
In the morning, when the villagers drove the cattle into the herd, they saw new houses.
– There were no houses on the outskirts last night. Where did they come from overnight? - the village residents began to ask each other.
The swag about new houses has reached the ears. He said:
“I will give a pouch of gold to anyone who goes and finds out where these houses came from.”
Does it happen that among people there is not a person who wants to find out! This is how poor Kuizhiy turned out:
“I’ll go,” he said. - I have many children, even if I die, my children will have at least a pouch of gold left.
Kuizhiy came and found out that these houses belonged to Psha’s youngest son. Doletmiz recognized Kuizhia. He hugged him and said:
- Allah, Allah, Kuizhiy. I give you a pouch of gold - after all, you were the first of the villagers to come to me. Your house is next to mine, we will be neighbors. – And Doletmiz gave Kuizhi one of his houses.
Kuizhiy returned, took his wife and children, shouldered his meager belongings and moved to a new house.
After Kuizhiy, several more people visited Dolet-miz. And they also took their property and settled next to him. The older brothers saw this and went to their father.
– What’s going on, our father?! You deceived us, because you said that you fucking demanded your son to be devoured, and your younger brother returned with wealth and beautiful wives!
The sons quarreled with their father and decided to kill him, they already grabbed sticks. Here the mediators intervened - they pulled the brothers apart and ordered them not to bother their father for three days and three nights. Meanwhile, Pshi went to the village. He planned to destroy his youngest son and thus humble his older sons.
“I’ll help you,” said the sarezh, after listening to Psha’s story. – Send Doletmiz to me, I will give him a task that he will not be able to complete and will die.
Doletmiz went to the village.
- You are a glorious horseman! - said the sarezh to Doletmizu. “I was with your grandfather at his dying hour; he was my friend, he trusted me and before his death he bequeathed to me to convey to his descendants that he leaves one hundred motley and eight hundred white-tailed horses; their guard is the stallion Dzhindzhif*. “After my death,” said the grandfather, “they will leave our region and go to the country of Itam-Ityku. There they will be until a brave man appears in our family who will bring this herd back.” You are destined to fulfill your grandfather's will.
“I’ll think about how best to do this,” said the horseman and went home.
His wives were waiting for him on the road.
– What did the sarezh tell you, why did he call you? - they asked.
“He said he was my grandfather’s friend.” Dying, my grandfather told him: “I leave great wealth - one hundred motley and eight hundred white-tailed horses with a guard - the stallion Jin-Jif. After my death, they will leave our region and go to the country of Itam-Ityku. There they will be until a brave man appears in our family who will bring this herd back.” I am destined to fulfill my grandfather's will.
- It's not a difficult task! – the wives sighed with relief. “Let’s go and consult with the roan horse, and he will tell us how best to return the herd.”
Doletmiz returned home with the women and immediately went to the stable to see the roan horse. I told him everything that Usarezh said.
- It's not a difficult task! - said the horse. “If the herd is overseas, we’ll bring it back.” Now go home, eat, drink, sleep peacefully.
In the morning, Doletmiz took provisions with him for future use and set off. When they reached the seashore, the horse said:
- Hold on to me tight! - And jumped into the sea. Having crossed the sea and coming out of the water, the roan said to Doletmiz:
“We can’t return the herd by force, so we have to use cunning.” Cover me with varnish and sprinkle with sand so that another horse will be disgusted with biting me. After that, you hide in the sand, and I will run to you. The Jinjif stallion cannot stand anything moving in front of him. When I run, the jinjif will rush at me with a scream and begin to bite, but my skin, coated with sand and pitch, quickly becomes disgusted with it. Then I will grab his knee with my teeth and he will sit down. At that very moment you must jump on him and hit him on the head with all your might with the whip. Jinjif will submit to you and say: “Uashkho my kan - heaven is my witness that I will do everything you say.” After these words, he will fulfill your every wish. Then you will order him to drive one hundred speckled and eight hundred white-tailed horses,” said the roan horse.
Doletmiz did everything as the roan told him, and Dzhindzhif brought him a herd. The young man returned home with this herd.
When the villagers saw the wonderful horses, they immediately reported this to the pshi. The sons of Psha also learned about this and said:
“It’s not surprising that he returned the herd.” Now let him do something even more amazing, otherwise we will kill our father for deceiving us!
And this time the intermediaries intervened, and Pshi again went to the sarezh.
“What should I do, my sons have not given up their intention to kill me,” he said to the villager.
“They won’t kill you, come back home, I’ll destroy Doletmiz,” said the villager and sent for the horseman. Doletmiz came to him.
- My son, are you great for driving your grandfather’s horses? Now I'll tell you this. Your grandfather used to travel to distant lands for rice and silk. One day, when he was returning home, a storm arose and the ship with all the cargo and his grandfather’s golden stick sank to the bottom. Sea animals hid the golden stick. It would be good if you found it and brought it back,” said the sarezh.
“I’ll think about how best to do this,” said the horseman and went home.
The wives were already waiting for him on the road.
– What did the sarezh tell you, why did he call you? - they asked.
“He said that I should get my grandfather’s golden stick from the seabed, which sank with his ship.
- It's not a difficult task! – and this time the women sighed with relief. “Let’s go and consult with the roan horse, and he will tell you how best to get the golden stick.”
Doletmiz returned home and immediately went to the stable to see the roan horse. He told him everything that Usarezh had said.
“It’s not a difficult matter,” said the horse. “I know where this stick lies on the seabed.” We'll get her. Now go into the house, eat, drink, sleep peacefully.
In the morning, Doletmiz grabbed provisions for future use and set off. They arrived at the sea and sank to the bottom of the sea - into the domain of the sea king. The roan horse told him why they needed the golden stick, and the sea king gave it to him.
When Doletmiz returned, the women said to him:
- Take and give this stick to the one who does not allow us to live in peace, and quickly return home.
Doletmiz, without going home, took the golden stick and threw it into his father’s yard. The stick shattered into many pieces, and everyone who was in the yard began to fill their pockets with gold. The eldest sons of Psha saw this and became furious.
They again rushed at their father and almost killed him, but the inhabitants of the village again stopped them. The sons gave their father two days' time, and he again went to the village.
“Twice my sons saved my life, but the third time they will certainly kill me!”
“Go back, I will once again order you to bring your youngest son and give him another task,” said the sarezh.
When Doletmiz was brought to him for the third time, he said:
- Aferem! My son, the most worthy of worthy men, you have fulfilled two of your grandfather’s behests, there is one more left to fulfill. Your grandfather had a golden bathtub and a golden kumgan, which he valued very much and did not trust them with anyone, but took them with him to the next world. “If a real man appears in our family after me, he will come and find them,” that’s what your grandfather said. This is no more difficult than what you have done so far, do this too, and then we will consider you the man of all men, my boy,” said the usarezh.
“If I can, I’ll do it,” said the young man and returned home. The women greeted him with the words:
– We don’t like that you go to the sarezh all the time! What did he come up with this time?
- I’ll tell you the swag: my grandfather took with him to the next world a golden bathtub and a golden kumgan. I have to bring them back - Usarezh thinks it's time to do this.
- It's not a difficult task! – and this time the women sighed with relief. “Let’s go and consult with the roan horse, and he will tell us how to get a golden bath and a golden kumgan.”
Doletmiz returned home with the women and immediately went to the stable to see the roan horse. He told him everything that Usarezh had said.
“It’s not a difficult matter,” said the horse. “I know the way to the next world, and we will go there in the morning.” Don't worry, go home, eat, drink, rest.
In the morning, a little earlier than last time, Doletmiz mounted his horse and set off. He drove up to the hill. The horse stopped, the hill parted, and the horse entered it. After walking a little, the spear stopped again and said:
- Dismount and go forward. When you go to your grandfather, he will perform namaz*. You must quickly say salam to him. If grandfather doesn’t immediately answer your greeting, we will die,” said the roan horse. - Until grandfather answers us, we will go underground. When he finally returns his greeting, we will return to this world again.
Entering his grandfather, the young man found him praying and greeted him. The grandfather returned his greeting and then said:
“My son, you came for this golden bath and golden kumgan.” I knew that you could not sit quietly at home; Once you arrive, you will receive them. On the way back you will meet those who haunt you - your father and older brothers. But if I don’t tell you, you won’t recognize them: your father turned into a pig, and your brothers turned into wolves. You will see wolves chasing a pig, but they cannot catch up. The pig is your father, and the wolves are your older brothers. When you pass them, you will come across a stone tombstone where children will play. This is the village your father went to for advice. Everything is fine in your family, have a happy journey, my son! - said the grandfather and gave the young man what he came for.
On the way back, Doletmiz saw, as his grandfather had told him, his father who had turned into a pig, and his brothers who had become wolves - they were running towards the forest. He walked past and saw a stone tombstone where children were playing. He walked past without saying a word.
Having passed all this, the young man, together with the roan horse, returned to his wives.
Happy and healthy, they began to live and make good.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru