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Among the shamans of Yakutia there were quite a few great sorcerers, doing just incredible miracles. However, what’s interesting: even the most powerful and proud of them at all times recognized that they cannot compete with the Tunguska (Evenk) masters, living in the southern regions of Yakutia.
No wonder that the Yakut shamans were afraid to meddle in the possessions their southern neighbors: the middle Tungus warlock could easily destroy the great sorcerer-Yakut, and the small Evenki shaman didn’t it was worth sending to the forefathers an average “colleague” from the north. Separation the territory of the Yakut and Tungus shamans was very strict, and invade with their magic the lands of neighbors, according to the unwritten the law, both parties were prohibited.
Eagle and Eagle Owl
In these parts the legend about one great Yakut a shaman who was distinguished by exorbitant pride and unceremoniousness. One morning, he did not wake up, and the sorcerer’s relatives realized that he fell into a lethargic dream. The shaman spent about three years in bed, after which he suddenly woke up and expressed great relief at about your awakening. Relatives poked out for a long time what was wrong with him happened, and the sorcerer, finally giving up, told the household amazing story.
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According to the shaman, three years ago he became bored, so he moved into his so-called night maternal beast, namely the eagle, and went to see the world. Carried away and inadvertently somewhere on south, he suddenly noticed an eagle owl flying towards sizes. Eagle owl grabbed the eagle with its claws, like some kind of mouse, and carried to his nest, where he fell upon his victim with his whole body and I didn’t let him go for three years, and even constantly spoiled her. A lot has passed time before the eagle seized the moment when his captor on something was distracted, and slipped away.
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The giant eagle owl, as it turned out, was one of the mother animals unknown Tunguska shaman. That is, the Yakut sorcerers had only one such “avatar”, and incomparably stronger Tunguska shamans could, if desired, have their huge a bunch of.
Human soup
Here is another pretty famous story about the meeting of the Yakut Sorcerer with Tunguska.
Once, one average Yakut shaman went to the southern regions. He was not going to conjure there, but a simple visit to a “stranger” territory “to the shaman was not forbidden. So, how often do they start similar stories, it was a frosty snowy winter. Our hero rode on the cart, which rolled behind the bull harnessed into it, and carried with itself a few bags of first-class beef. I found a shaman on the way a blizzard, and he decided to wait out the weather with someone visiting. On the the nearest glade just turned out to be an old booth, which clearly poor people lived, and the traveler went straight there.
Without knocking, going into the hut, he found an old man and an old woman in it. Stating an elderly couple that is a strong shaman, an uninvited guest demanded dinner and bed. The owners fussed, prepared meager refreshments – and the shaman, having dismissed supper, went to bed. In the morning he also had a shameless breakfast and, without thanking the hosts, without even saying goodbye to them, set off for the future way.
The sorcerer rode all day, and by the evening he suspected something was amiss: places all too much like those where he had been the day before. Suddenly a familiar glade with an old booth appeared in front. A worried shaman decided to ask for help from the patrons him spirits and find out from them what the hell is going on. However perfume remained indifferent to his questions.
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There was nothing to do – the sorcerer again went into the booth and gloomy informed the owners that all day he was repairing nearby his broken a cart, so he will spend the night here again. Old men fed guest, they made him a bed, and the shaman, tormented by anxious thoughts, somehow went to sleep. At dawn, he ate and silently left hospitable hut.
The day turned out to be very rainy, the road was covered with snow, and the bull was dragging cart with great difficulty. Already in the dark before the traveler caught fire on clearing the window of the hut – you know what …
Now the dumbfounded sorcerer realized that he was trapped more powerful “colleagues.” But who and for what misconduct wants him punish? The shaman still did not feel the presence nearby another sorcerer. Bursting into the booth for the third time, he did not even to come up with an excuse – he just sat down at the table and demanded dinner. The hostess, with a sigh, said that they had nothing left, and expressed hope that a frequent guest himself will treat the elderly with something. That one, of course, had a whole cart of beef, however sharing the shaman did not want food with the mob.
“It’s not good for us to leave our dear guest hungry,” said his wife old man. “You have to cook your meat.”
Surprised shaman saw the mistress take out an ax and hold out to her husband. The old man sat down on the floor, bare his leg, and then as he hit with of all strength with an ax across the thigh! .. Blood poured in a stream, and the guest almost cried out at the sight of a protruding bone. And the master of the house know yourself sitting and calmly chop off his own leg. Done away with this creepy occupation, he stood up, and the old woman wrapped her husband’s stump in cloth. After this cripple jumped to the table and began busily carving his leg, and having undressed, he asked his wife to make soup.
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Then the guest realized the reason for his misfortunes and fell to his knees before the one-legged master, begging him for mercy. The old man was only silent and listened to his outpouring. Meanwhile, the soup was ready, and the owner gestured ordered the guest to sit down at the table. The dish was pretty tasty although the guilty shaman thought only of his fate and therefore ate without appetite. Then all three went to bed. Naturally, the guest was not to sleep. He couldn’t sleep all night, but he couldn’t escape tried – knew that a stronger sorcerer, whose family he insulted all these days, won’t let him go home just like that.
In the morning, the owner had both legs intact, as if there weren’t on the eve of no bloody scene. He told the guest to get out, and in as a farmer, leave the bull and the cart with all its contents. The traveler warmly thanked the shaman for the shown mercy and hastened to retire. Passing the cart, he noticed that one of bags of beef untied. Here, then, where did the old people come from meat for soup! ..
For many hours, the sorcerer of Yakutia walked on snowdrifts, until I got to the house where a large family lived. With her members he is already behaved very courteously. There they told the traveler that not far from this place lives a very respected Tunguska shaman with his wife …
Shamans of Yakutia
