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Then a miracle happened: he saw the hunter, As the sky opened up, was Uastirdji And from the heights of heaven uttered zlatoglasno: "Hey, Hasan poor! Sirota miserable! Solamana scion, the young Hassan ... You have no brothers, no you protection Your father in the grave, and hearth destroyed. Mother lives all in black, tears poured ... That your hour has come: for thee after Sneak through the forest carnivores Muldarta. 0, poor Hassan! Sirota miserable! Who will avenge them for your destruction? You see, in the clear sky clouds appeared, Above thy poor head thickened! .. " [IMG]http://forum.artinvestment.ru/blog_attachment.php?attachmentid=24471&stc=1&d=1320865585[/IMG] [IMG]http://forum.artinvestment.ru/blog_attachment.php?attachmentid=24481&stc=1&d=1320865585[/IMG] Hassan replied, scion Solamana: "Uastirdji most pure! The rider Almighty! Praised are you ever good deeds. Helping poor way to go hard, Orphaned protected from cruel people ... Give me a little bit and: Throw golden arm Cloud over the earth, wood lap mist! " Pal milk mist began to unravel, Rocks veil of dense forest. He crawled into the clearing, and no longer visible, Where is Muldarta, where they will Hasan. Suddenly felt cold and damp as a tomb ... He sat on the black stone brave Hassan, Tightened their belts a dial-up, Black hat pulled down over his eyes, Touched the sword in its sheath, and a dagger corrected, Kremnevku loaded, the gun has established ... Here and there was Kudaynat Muldarty. Saw Hasan, fire going, Click of the hammer was heard, but miss out ... "Hello, my Kudaynat! How can you grown old! Powder is moist thy whole razmok in the fog ... Once we met you for all the answers Pay for his father and his mother get! " Shot rang out loud - a bullet in his chest hit. Sabre whistled - a skull cutting. Kudaynat tried to grab his dagger, Whether to get involved in a fight, or defend, But suddenly fell, clutching his dagger, Clutching his dagger, the grass wet. Oh, gray mustache. Kudaynat-reveler! Foreign wives could you win a swoop, But its not proc you left a widow. No one used in the world for you not cry Yes Ossetians hold sacred tradition: Although a tear or two, but will shed over the dead. Hear, hear, old, small! Vtorte singing the song velichalnuyu, Vtorte singing in harmony and unison! Threw the shot Muldarta twins, Hundadzher with Khandjeri sons Saukudza. Roosters sang - was born Khandjeri. The latter sang - Hundadzher born. On the third died on the mother that bore them. When the goat mammary children were growing up ... The first in a clearing ahead of his brother, Jumped Khandjeri, the eldest son Saukudza. Collided two daggers, two blade damask, And the brave Khandjeri down fell down dead. Moved his lips, a sigh mixed with the blood: "Hundadzher, O my brother, what have you stayed?" His brother was bursting through the dense bush, Hurrying to the rescue, losing path. For the field! Hundadzher rushed, In a hurry stumbled ... At that moment, Hassan Sliced ​​open with a dagger in the neck ... His head rolled on the grass in the ravine. You live and not live, twin misfortunes And find refuge only in the grave Chillmere! Mother did not know, weasels have not seen From birth to death. Outsiders were you in his father's family From birth to death. Stale crust of bread angrily reproached you, Throwing you a tip, step-buying. As dusk begins with a familiar staff Will the gates of old your parent. He would sit on the bench, will wait Looking at the way the sons of the evening. But do not see them and hear a voice: "Light the memory. The hands of Hassan They fell at once, with Hundadzher Khandjeri. Only that their bodies were brought up to the village. " [IMG]http://forum.artinvestment.ru/blog_attachment.php?attachmentid=24491&stc=1&d=1320865585[/IMG] He hears vzvoet, sad, hysterically, Stick to hit his head gray, Poniknet head, crying in zatryasetsya: "Oh, my seat collapsed, native sons! Collapsed, cracked, Hundadzher, Khandjeri! Who I mourn, still alive, Will carry to the grave and bury it! .. " [IMG]http://forum.artinvestment.ru/blog_attachment.php?attachmentid=24501&stc=1&d=1320865585[/IMG] Listen, old! Listen to small! Vtorte singing the song velichalnuyu, Vtorte singing in harmony and unison! II Get lost in the fog Kabutdzav Muldarty. At Forest Creek, he stopped And they stood in thought, inveterate horse thief. (He stole horses in Kabarda rich.) Took him to fly at the sight of Hassan: "Look out, escape, Kabutdzav Muldarty!" Kabutdzav instantly threw up his gun, But even more fired Hasan. The bullet landed between cartridge belts, Breast reversal between the blades out. Strong was a huge Kabutdzav Muldarty: All stood, did not fall, kept on his feet. Finally fell, like the heavy sheaf Since the grains in the alloy of gold spikes. Fell on the grass, forest greens, On the ground lay-he Kabutdzav Muldarty ... [IMG]http://forum.artinvestment.ru/blog_attachment.php?attachmentid=24511&stc=1&d=1320865585[/IMG] No he called his brother, his mother did not remember, On a beautiful wife, thinking no thought A heart of stone Kabutdzav Muldarty ... His wife at the time the cord weave thin To sweep it beshmet fasteners. The sun was going to sunset. Koserhan Muldarty The door opened into the courtyard, perched on the doorstep, Silk threads in thin cord weaving ... He came up to her cock, razhy, Krasnoperov, Walked right up to the very doorstep Wings clapped, yelled in Kuryi, Cried hysterically - is not good! Koserhan in a fright jumped to his feet, Rooster caught it, turned his head And the bird dung flung stale. [IMG]http://forum.artinvestment.ru/blog_attachment.php?attachmentid=24521&stc=1&d=1320865585[/IMG] "Oh, the trouble will happen in our father's house! .." For the father not be afraid, do not worry for her mother: 0 other vzvoesh you, hair povyrvesh, Razderesh cheeks in sorrow thou great, Head on the wall will be a long fight. You'll be howling wolf, yelling madly: "Let me burn in the fire, the hearth of hell - Were you or was not, I do not know now! Horses kidnapped you, but you, the dashing, Not pulled out a dagger Kabardian fast! You stole buffalo - slipped while playing From the night chase from the Ingush bullets! Fell in broad daylight you from the hand of Hassan ... Yes, I burn in the fire, the hearth of hell! Who will come back to me in the dusk of dawn, In the twilight of dawn with horses strangers ?!..» Listen, old! Listen to small! Story of old, the song velichalnuyu. Vtorte singing, glorious youth! III Afhardty Hassan! Do not be enough blood? Killed four of you for the deaths of fathers, For the deaths of their fathers, for crying mother ... Go back home: luck insidious Misfortune can turn unexpectedly. But the temper some of Hassan had Ossetian, A blood Ossetian not at once to boil. But if boiled, my dear, That same long time before it cools. Afhardty Hassan! Home back! Look, the mist Muldarta gathered You are looking for, ready for battle They are already there, start shooting! Afhardty Hassan hid behind a rock, Waited for the zealous approach Muldarta. Two shots made, the two fell But the three were able to get close to him. Afhardty Hassan came to meet them With a dagger and a sword, and battle ensued. [IMG]http://forum.artinvestment.ru/blog_attachment.php?attachmentid=24531&stc=1&d=1320865585[/IMG] He jumped up on a rock, a black lump, He top of those below - Blades flashed, Scattered sparks, and the blood came. Of black granite stone was red ... Hassan did not understand what had happened to him: In the eyes of all the flashing daggers but sword, And so he came down with a bloody stone, Stood motionless in the bloody sedge ... Then he recovered his breath, his eyes opened, he How could looked around all three Muldarta Rested side by side, like logs in the yard. One suddenly woke up and raised his head, And with a painful groan, fell again. Afhardty Hassan crawled to his side, Stabbed, slashed his throat And just calmed down, unconscious. [IMG]http://forum.artinvestment.ru/blog_attachment.php?attachmentid=24541&stc=1&d=1320865585[/IMG] That's penance Kudaynata Mlada Muldarta. Dreaming of life, By Barastyru into the realm of departed at once. Uryzmag slain in the battle was fierce, He died without marrying the glorious Aminat. He did not play it on harmonica Before her, not proskachet on swift steed, he ... When the horse graveyard to transmit, To perform the ancient rite of passage, Noble Steed understand what happened, Neigh like crying, he Uryzmagu, And the blood of human hearts obolyutsya. Three brothers by the stone are fatal, Three brothers were killed, the dead do not exist. The unfortunate brothers, but thrice unhappy Their mother, what was left, alone. Go out of their seat. In winter, endless, Under the cries bitter tears snowstorm Mixed with ashes, with the cold ashes. [IMG]http://forum.artinvestment.ru/blog_attachment.php?attachmentid=24551&stc=1&d=1320865585[/IMG] [IMG]http://forum.artinvestment.ru/blog_attachment.php?attachmentid=24561&stc=1&d=1320865585[/IMG]
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