The legends of the Kazakhs' musical instruments

the kazakh people have a saying: "when you are born, the song opens the door for you; when you sleep, the song goes to your grave." from that time onward, this abdominal, pear-shaped, neck-sized, chord-separated, chord-coated instrument became the love of the kazakh nation.

generations of singers have used it to express their national feelings, to criticize darkness, to celebrate the light, to expose brutality, to sing happiness, to love the nation's culture ...

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p, and there is such a story.

legend has it that long ago there was a brutal khan on the grassland.

when his name was mentioned, the people were filled with disgust and anger, and his equally brutal son disappeared during a hunt he had organized before his 50th birthday, and the vicious khan ordered his servant in the palace to be found within three days.

whoever brings a bad news, fill his mouth with boiling aluminium water! after a break, a young rider finally found the body of khan's son.

he lay by a bush, as if he had been thrown down by a boar, and his heart had been cut off by sharp teeth.

“what do we do? how do we tell khan about this terrible thing?” everyone asks each other with their frightened eyes.

then they came to the old shepherd's room and asked him to help out, and the old man thought for a long time of silence, and he said, "well, wouldn't we all be able to escape this cruel punishment if we could talk about it without our mouths?" he then drew two of the best thin boards from the tree in front of his house, then killed his horse, and drew two long bands from his leg.

"friend, don't be sorry about this skinny horse because it died in the most useful place." the old man said that he would lay the planks and horses on the fine stones and let the servants rest by the fire.

the next day, a magical instrument did.

the old man laughed and was satisfied with his crafty creation.

"now go to khan!" the old man was excited to say.

so he led his servants who sought khan's son to the palace of khan.

they went to the palace and sat on his throne in khan heights, with both of them the warriors with their weapons shining.

in the middle of the palace there was a pot of boiling aluminium, and the fire was burning.

"did you bring me news of the prince?" the khan shouted at the old man.

“your majesty, i have brought you nothing but a wonderful instrument — the winter —.” the old man answered calmly.

and then you play the instrument that was made last night.

i'm sorry