In former times, three giant brothers lived on earth. They were huge, like mountains, and stupid. They spared nothing that came their way: trees were broken, animals were crushed, birds’ necks were broken.
One day the oldest, strongest giant was walking through the taiga and met a man on horseback. And this man was not easy. It was Burkhan. Let's go together. Evening came, they began to set up the camp.
- Bring that larch over there! - And the giant showed Burkhan to a huge tree.
Burkhan tied a larch with a lasso and pulled. She didn't even move. The giant laughed, with one hand he uprooted the tree and threw it into the fire. And his fire was also gigantic - the fire reached to the sky.
Burkhan thought:
From such a strong, stupid giant, everyone gets it: earth and sky, people and animals. But there are three giants!
And this is what Burkhan came up with.
The giants had a favorite clearing for games. As they frolicked, the earth trembled and hummed, the surrounding mountains collapsed, and all living things ran away in fear.
Burkhan placed a large and very beautiful box in that clearing, and threw back the lid.
One day the brothers came to the clearing to play and saw a box. The eldest, the strongest one took it and sat in it, and then lay down - he thought it was a bed. Then the box slammed shut.
No matter how hard the brothers tried to open the lid, they failed. They went home to gather strength during the night. In the morning they ran to the clearing, and the box turned into a stone. The brothers got scared and went in different directions wherever they looked.
The middle brother reached the seashore. And then he felt that the water was pulling him towards it. No matter how hard I resisted, the sea was stronger. It was pulled into its depths, and the giant became the Master of the water.
The younger brother was walking through the mountains. I got tired and decided to make tea. I went to scoop up some water from the river with a pot. And it was night, there was a full moon in the sky. And the giant felt that the moon was pulling him towards it. I grabbed a bush, but the moon was stronger.
Since then, the giant has been on the moon, with a pot in one hand and a bush in the other.
So the giants disappeared on earth: one became a stone, the other a water one, and the youngest lives on the moon.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru