As the saying goes, one jute is enough to smite a rich man, and one bullet is enough to smite a batyr.
It looks like there’s no need to tremble for the herds this winter. It even seems to him that he could hear a heart-comforting rustle of lush grass on the sound teeth of a horse from this place, from the hill. There is another secure protection against the rough weather – forests, which have not lost their foliage completely yet, are stretched their long shaggy manes. There was probably no need to bother to find a better place to winter over.There are coombs in which you can always shelter your horses away from the fierce snowstorms of these parts. After summer pastures which had been fed down without remainder, now, in autumn, pristine grass powdered with snow lay beneath the horses’ hooves. Sitting astride, Yesieniei was watching his herds rolling up to him from far away in a flow, which seemed to be endless, from the crest of a high hill in Karshygaly. all of this used to be, and all of this passed away, as if in one day and one night.
The man will not awake until the woman gets up.
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