Poor Mountain smiling at us

Over the sparse grass barely rose dwarf birch, juniper, elfin, twisted trunks of the consumptive oil. At the top of the March-piercing wind forced to forget that it's summer. Among the gems here and there blue in puddles, and snow was white, the remainder of the winter, hiding fluffy white anemones, bright in heaven, me-nots. In the empty bottles from the yogurt was a library of notes. All who wrote them, they found fault Yaman-Tau for inhospitality - in January, she met Buran - in summer thunderstorms. They are terrible. We smiled Poor Mountain, but what was this grim smile. Having made the formalities relied upon ascent, we retreated to the tundra, as froze solid through and through. The sun slid down the western slope and along the eastern already climbed the twilight. On a ridge with Mashak Yaman-Tau wade through windbreaks and grass jungle. Grass and a half of growth. Sorrel, chemerika. At Mashake Bashkirs grazed young, thousands of animals each. Herders - the people friendly. Regaled us with tea. They are not afraid to spoil the complexion. Welding as much water. In decoction lowered the salt and butter. Love tea very much. Tea is - the power is, no tea - not force - urged us legged Bashkir. Leg he lost on the Kursk Bulge. Here, the cook. Very talkative little man. Began to talk about his injury, but finished a legend. Quite a long time it was. Prikochevali Bashkirs here, where the sun rises. Chased the enemies behind them. Master of the mountains was great Poloz. The serpent and the head and hands in a human. Was good, even on their own land, defended the Bashkir. Then too, much later, fell ill and died, with him dead spirits, good and evil. Because the strong, brave man has not needed him to become ghosts. Spirits lived on Iremel - the sacred mountain. Once they had an argument two heroes of a girl with golden braids. Firmly squabbled. And the girl is not fond of either one, just teasing. Above all the people laughed. From skid she was born with a heart of gold. Angry rock gold. Very angry. Sees the snake, bad Bashkirs live because of his daughters. Angry at her, cut off the braids so scattered in the valleys. The plaits were - a lot of gold in the ground. Because then, the Urals in our opinion - the land of gold. A daughter drove Poloz. "Do not come until the spit did not grow." Did growing gold? So a girl walks in the mountains, but as people will see - a lizard hiding in the rocks. Because the tail-then it does not hold that the braid it. Heroes live without it still could not in the world. Could not look at each other with clear eyes. Out on a follow the sun, and with him his relatives. A genus of another in the Urals remained. Ethnographers say: Bashkirs descended from Ugric peoples from the Altai, the Hungarians - also. It is even claimed that the Bashkir and Magyars from the same root: badzhgard-bashkart-Bashkir; badzhgard-Madjar-Magyar. Perhaps, the legend says the separation of these nations.