The girl and нарты

Very long time ago in one of cities of Dagestan of veins known бахарчи. The glory about its feats rattled far outside of the country. But here in a city the most daring Dzhigits have started to disappear one behind another. Does not remain any traces - the person disappeared, as a stream кизячного a smoke.

Many удальцы have taken alarm - everyone expected the turn. It was disturbing on heart and at ours бахарчи though its bravery has been tested time and again.

Once at late night in gate of its house have loudly knocked and someone's voice was distributed: "Leave!". Бахарчи wanted was to leave, but the wife has told:

- Who leaves the house the half-dressed? The Dzhigit should leave in full readiness. I will saddle a horse, and in the meantime you put on and arm.

Soon бахарчи in full arms left for gate, conducting for itself of the saddled horse. In darkness he has seen the horseman who a sign suggested it to follow itself. Бахарчи obeyed.

They have got out for a city and silently have gone, ahead - the stranger, behind it - бахарчи.

When they have come nearer to any lock, the stranger has told:

- Remain about horses and wait for me.

Бахарчи silently obeyed.

The stranger has got through a wall and has disappeared. Soon from a palace awful shouts and a ring of draughts were heard. Horses have rushed, was every which way, but бахарчи has kept them, having peeled itself a skin from both hands. As soon as behind a wall has abated, the stranger has returned, has wiped a sabre and has jumped in a saddle.

- One is ready, - he has thoughtfully told and has touched reins.

Бахарчи has followed it, not having told words.

So they approached on two locks, and each time all repeated. The stranger silently got through a wall, then awful cries and a sabre ring were distributed. The stranger left the third lock, being unsteady, and has hardly climbed up a horse.

- All is terminated, - he has told and has turned back to a city. When began to dawn, horsemen have reached a city. The stranger has gone on кладбищенской to road, tears about a freshly exposed tomb, has approached to four standing number to gravestones and has taken off a cap. Long golden hair were scattered on shoulders, and бахарчи with amazement has seen, that it is the girl.

- Listen to me, the Dzhigit, - it has begun the story. - still recently I happily lived with the three brothers. But at night before my wedding three нарта with servants have foully attacked us and have destroyed my brothers and my groom. I knew these нартов because they some times married off me, but were refused.

I was going to revenge for a long time mean нартам, but for this purpose the reliable assistant was necessary to me. I have gone to the most glorified Dzhigits, but have not met the worthy. On my call one left without the weapon, others without a shirt, the third is simple in underwear. I have understood, that in all city do not remain the present Dzhigit. In anger I поубивала these unworthy people which glory is similar to a phantom.

At last my choice has stopped on you. And you were on my call adequately. I do not know, whose is a merit: yours or your wife.

In last lock the servants younger нарта have mortally wounded me. I ask you to comply with my request, to bury me in this tomb, near to brothers.

- Do not speak such words! - has cried бахарчи. - I will cause the best doctors, and you will live still for a long time. I will be your brother, and my wife - sister.

- Even if I also have not been wounded, all the same I should die. What for to live without favourite both relatives! - and the girl has fallen замертво.