Mongolian folk story: Shepherds and Horses

during the conquest of a tribe, genghis khan captured the son of ayomas arougetage, and gave him to aragodaba's servile and to herd the hundreds of millions of sheep.

at nightfall, aragodabahan went out to see a herd of sheep, and saw the shepherd crying with a horse's skull.

who knows that i'm the son of sang-mas and yugtage? when arago debayan heard it, he was so angry that he beat the shepherd with a whip: "why are you sitting here crying? and the sheep? the shepherd boy replied, "i look like my father once was a man, and i look at this horse's skull, and i think about my father, so i'm here for a while, and the sheep are right behind me, and they won't be separated.

"alago debara listened to the shepherd's child and became more angry, and he said, "what a thousand horse skulls! do i not have a name for a hundred thousand horses and a dead horse becomes a thousand miles? if you really know what you can do, tomorrow morning, go to the stables and see if there's any such horses! the following morning, the shepherds visited the herd three times, and said, "no horse was found but the manure of the horse.

"heared this, barchan beat the shepherd with whips.

at this point, the sound of the horse was coming from behind the mongolian bag.

"my lord, don't hit me.

there's a thousand miles of whirl.

"the shepherd boy pointed at the bald-eared horse whose scavenger scavenger was scavengered by the water in bagang, and said, "this is the thousand-mile horse.

the more he listens, the more he says, "i have no battle in 100,000 horses, and the flowering horse is a thousand miles away! "the shepherds are crying, "don't hit me.

if you don't believe me, then you'll know what a thousand miles it is.

three years later, the shepherd gave him three belly belts and three large sacks, and he prepared three more bags of milk grubs at once.

after preparing for the break, the shepherds showed him to ride a thousand miles around three times.

the shepherd boy began to turn around the herd, and he cut through a pocket every time he turned around, pouring out the soil inside.

he turned his last lap, cut through the last pocket and poured out the soil inside.

and when he turned his last lap, and cut through his last pocket, he said, "there is more than one man, and a thousand horses are going to fly.

"speak, and run to your home.

at that point, aragobachan went to see genghis khan and asked the khan to find a way for him.

he said, "please give the king's permission, the horse of my herd was taken away and there was no way to report it to the lord." so the shepherd whom the khan had given me knew a thousand miles.

i told him to go to my herd of 100,000 horses to see if there were a thousand horse, but he said that my bald-eared horse was a thousand horse.

then i prepared everything he wanted me to do, and i didn't want him to run off on my horse.

king, what can we do to get him back? genghis khan ordered sogdorsaikhan to say, "ah, my handsome sogdorsaikhan, ride!"Get on my little pony and take the five long gold hooks.

It would be better to bring back the men and, if not, the fugitive.

" Sogurdorsaikhan pursued the child shepherd who had fled for three days that day.

He went out every day without a hook, and then he grabbed the shepherd by a collar.

Unfortunately, when Sogudorsaikhan came back with two shepherds on a pontoon, the pony died on the way because of excessive fatigue.

Genghis Khan was buried with eight gills wrapped in the body of a pony.

It has been years since the young shepherds left their homes, and it is every day that Arougetété has risen and hopes for the early return of his son.

One evening, he went up to his high-profile son and murmured: "My son is a good man, he has been gone for years, why is he still not back? "When he was restless, suddenly a thousand miles of dust appeared in the distance, and he was happy to return to the house and say to his old companion, "Oh, let me tell you the good news.

I have just seen the dust of a thousand miles, and this is our son's return.

If it's really him, no horse can catch him.

"After that, he quickly went to the blacksmith ' s workshop to find a five-size hook and went outside waiting for his son to arrive.

But it's a thousand miles from nowhere.

He wondered, "My son will never fall off a horse! Was it the heavens or the gods who took them away? "He went on to hook up with the flying horse, but he did not pull it, stopped for a moment, he pulled it again, he did not pull it, and the horse finally escaped.

It has been said that since that time, thousands of limas, even though born on distant borders, have remained forever in the region of China。