both entered the dungeon, which had the appearance of a luxuriously decorated room; in the corner was the image of the Savior, whose golden robe sparkled with diamonds and semi-precious stones. A lamp glowed in front of the image, and in the middle of the room stood a coffin bound with three iron hoops. As if deliberately stored, a huge iron hammer and iron rods lay near the coffin. Along the wall you can see a row of gold coins, filled to the top with gold, silver and semi-precious stones, and on the shelves there were precious utensils and dishes. The barge haulers prayed before the image of the Savior, and then the leader of them grabbed a hammer and broke the hoops on the coffin with it. The lid came off and the dazzling beauty of the woman rose from the coffin. "What do you need, brothers," she asked, "money or precious stones? Take as much as your soul asks for." Surprising his comrade, the barge hauler leader, in response to such a gentle question from the beauty, grabbed iron rods and began to mercilessly whip with them the girl, who was none other than the godless Marishka. No matter how much she begged him for mercy, it was all in vain: gestural blows rained down on her slender figure, writhing in pain. His comrade didn’t wipe it off and cried out: “You’re so full of yourself that you’re whipping her, or don’t you have any pity?” He barely had time to utter these few words when an invisible force grabbed him and threw him out the door, which immediately disappeared to such an extent that before the eyes of the now-recovering barge hauler there was a smooth, steep cliff wall on the very same street where he had just before been in the dungeon; and the dungeon, and the entrance to it, and the comrades who brought him here - everything disappeared. The frightened drifter barely made it in his ship and remained silent for three years after that; When the children later ranted about everything that had happened to him, he added that if he had not been stupid and had managed to remain silent, he and his friend would have managed to take possession of the icon, “which, according to the leader, was an absolute necessity, since as soon as you took possession of the icon, you could get your hands on the entire treasure. As for Stenka Razin himself, the legend says that he is alive to this day: the earth does not accept him, and he lives on the islands in torment for his former damnation, since he cannot die and the devil sucks his heart.
Three miles below the hill of Stenka Razin you can see a gorge called Datura or Prison; in ancient times, this gorge was surrounded by a hopeless forest, once in which it was impossible to get out of it. Of course, this gorge also served as a camp for robbers.
Even lower you can see a huge hill called Urakova Mountain, named after the robber Urak, for whom Stenka Razin served as a cook for ten years. The legend says the following about this time of Stenka’s forced service.
As a fifteen-year-old boy, Stenka came from up the Volga, almost from Yaroslavl, and expressed a desire to join the gang of Urak, who had his own hangout on the hillock that now bears his name. “Look!” Urak grinned, “You little boy, you sucker, and he also wants to be a robber! Well, oh well, you’ll be a cook.” A few years passed and the young cook showed such observation, such keen intelligence and selfless courage that even Urakbyl himself was sometimes not averse to hearing his words of silence and silence. One day, Urak wanted to detain a ship sailing along the Volga, and Stenka shouted to him: “Come on, it’s not worth it: it’s stupid!” Urak listened and let the ship pass, but threatened Razin. Another ship is coming, Stenka too. Urak listened again and threatened even more strongly. The third is coming, - Stenka again too. Then the chieftain, completely enraged, shot him point-blank with a pistol. Stenka did not stagger, but took the bullet out of his chest and gave it to Urak, saying: “Here, it will come in handy.” Unal Urak, out of fear of such a miracle, dropped the pistol from his hands, and the robbers ran away in horror. Stenka picked up Urak’s pistol and, without even loading it, shot Urak with it. From that moment on, Stenka Razin became the ataman of Urak’s gang. Urak was buried on his hillock; and legend says that for 7 years after that, his loud cry was heard from the grave - “Screw it!” facing the ships passing along the Volga.