“Bach, dad,” the owner says to his father: “you’ll see reason: if you choose the young one, the most beautiful one.” Well, catch him! he shouted to the herdsmen. Immediately one waved his lasso, which, having passed his head, landed on the horse’s side. The animal rushed, the Valmyk floated 10-12 shats, rested its heels on the ground - the dead noose tightened and the horse stopped, then sank onto the front cap, bowing its head to the ground. At the same moment, the other Kalmyks threw a halter over his muzzle, quickly put the 14-foot Kalmyk on his back and released the noose. The powerful animal, having the opportunity to breathe freely and at the same time feeling an unusual burden on itself, wildly reared up, rushed to one side - the other: the body seemed to be attached to the back and kept lashing the ribs with a whip to the right and left. Seeing that ebroent sfdok failed, the horse rushed into the wall and quickly disappeared from our eyes. At the first moment I felt scared for the young nazdnik.
— Did they put the little Kalmyk on a horse? “She’ll kill him!” said the father.
- Nothing! Your horse is young, my Kalmyk is young... Not afraid... he will be good,... the old Kalmyk said phlegmatically.
Indeed, not even an hour had passed before the dashing
The nick returned to the farm, soaring and exhausting the animal that it didn’t cost us much effort to tie it to the ditch and bring it home.
- Tell me, what business did you have with the Kalmyks and under Baturinka? — I asked my neighbor in the carriage.
“Usual for that time,” he answered. My dad and I walked from Pereyaslaveka village to Bagurninsvaya on the temple day, the eve of St. Nicholas the Lion. 0begin to believe six already. It was midday. They entered the gully and the father said: "We need to go up the mountain. This place is dangerous: there are a lot of wild boars and wolves in the reeds.* Just as he said this, lo and behold! But Irigorka is rushing from the steppe to Namy Kalmyk. I almost died of fear! My veins are shaking - I can’t go!.. The father says: “No.” Be careful! Open the knife! I can’t even move - my spirit is frozen!.. There are souls all around us. Only the sun stands on its heads, and on the side the reeds rustle in the East. “Cut the knife!” shouts the father. At this time, the young Kalmyk woman almost reached her full horse and, without stopping, turned her horse to the side, as if into the reeds. I feel a little better; I think: no way for us. When suddenly I hear something whistling past me, and a lasso right behind my neck! Tot fell down and stretched across the street with the box. Then I came to my senses. He ran towards the lasso, grabbed it with his hands and cut it with a folding knife. Father got up and we ran up the mountain. We look, the Kalmyk woman is behind us. I managed to make a new loop and was about to throw it. Now the father-in-law raised his hands and the stick up so as not to crush his neck. I ate too. The Kalmyk woman saw the trick, ran forward and stood on the road. We stopped too. We hear her screaming at someone and waving at her. “Well, now we’re lost!” say father: there is another one... Father to Saint Nicholas! Help! the old man begged. I'm crazy with fear again. But God is merciful! A bell was heard across the mountain. We crossed ourselves. And there the postal troika appeared. Here our suppressors, like wolves, hid her in the reeds.”