Kazakh fairy tale "Tolagai"

Once upon a time

There were many interesting fairy tales.

Let me tell you one of these

Children! Come and join us to listen to our story

About 500 years ago

On the coasts of the Irtysh river

There was a man named Sarzhan

Who was famous as a shooter

That saw many places

Those who are fond of Kazakh people

1-Boy: Hooray! The Shooter brother is coming .

2-boy: Let’s ask for a gifts.

1-boy: Hooray . Shooter brother! I have good news for you .You have become a father of a son. Aisulu sister- in-law gave birth to a boy .

Father: Boy? (gives a gift) It’s for you my hero .Take it .

Do you hear me wide steppe ? Now I’m a father .

So , elder men, give the babies name .

Elder men: Great , My son !

Let him the heart of a warrior,

let the prince of the wrestler

Your name is Tolagai , Tolagai, Tolagai

If you are a hero protect your land from enemy

If you are rich benefit to people!

Amin !

Mummy: Oh my son bring me some wood, please .

Tolagai: Ok .

Here they are.

Mummy : Good for you Tolagaizhan.

Daddy: Well we are going to hunt. If Allah ordered we are given pledges.

Mother : Good luck !

Tolagai : Father, let’s have a little rest.

Father : Ok my son . Let’s have . You may lie down.

Father : Son! Save me .

Tolagai: Oh, Father! what huge cat .

Cooled down in the water .

The years passed like summer

One bad ritual also started

Weren’t even one drop rain

And flowers dried out early

The grass dried up without harvesting

The wind blew on all job.

People stressed on severe treatment

All the desperate people

Supplicated to the sky.

And stared to the horizon

Tolagai: how can I make rain?

And drink all my country.

Mummy, tell me please, where it rains most of everywhere?

Mummy: I’ve heard, there is Tarbagatai mountain- over the east, above the sky . apparently there the water does not end. And there won’t be a drought, my son!

Tolagai: mummy, daddy! I must go to this mountain. Whatever I must rescue my land from the drought!

Mum: have a good trip, my son!

Tolagai: take and eat this, gopher

Author: he put on that mountain with force on his back with its snow on the hill, including animals in it, with its lakes and forests. He came back looking for his native land, bringing a heavy mountain on his back, paining his lonely soul. He didn’t stop with the aim of getting to his motherland although he was tired.

People:-cloud, a cloud is coming!

-oh my God! Is it a mountain coming to us?

-oh no, that is Tolagai!

-Tolagai is coming lifting a mountain on his back! Now it will rain.

-What? Will it rain now? He did it!

Tolagai: Get away from the roads, get away! Mother!

Mummy: My only one!

Author: the years passed many times, since naming a mountain as Tolagai who died under a huge mountain. We will remember our Tolagai, when we look at that mountain waving of a wind and the sun. all the people respect our hero’s name. When it rains we’ll all say “ Tolagai’s rain, Tolagai’s rain”.