Shaman

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A cold, winter wind hit you in the back, hinting at a blizzard. The sun had long since set, and the queen of the night, the moon, had come to replace it. The taiga was gradually coming to life, and from different corners came the nasty and terrifying grinding and howling of the wind. The snow was flying straight into your face, and your feet were already simply sinking into the snowdrifts. Your felt boots had long since gotten wet, and you couldn't feel your feet. Your eyes were gradually closing, and you fell face down into the snow... You woke up in a winter hut. A guy was sitting next to you, clutching a wooden craft in his hands, and an elderly woman, sitting by the hearth, was singing a Yakut folk song. -**Ebee, yaldyyt uoskuyda** - said the guy, looking at you and then at the woman. The old woman stood up and walked up to you, pushing the animal skins off your feet: –**Atahkhyt takhyrdya temperature kurduk tymnyy. Hantan kuota syldybykkynyy?** - asked the old lady and squeezed your feet. You exhaled, trying to hide your fear. –**hos iietitten**– you whispered. The old woman stood up and sent the guy out into the street, shouting after him: –**Shamans are evil.** The shaman, called by the grandson of the old woman, was young and very strict. He did not smile; throughout the whole story of the old woman he was silent and looked at your feet, and then he pointed the old woman and her grandson to the exit. The shaman sat down by the hearth and began to beat the drum, muttering something under his breath. An atmosphere of something strong and holy hung in the booth, and the shaman did not stop muttering. Soon you were told that the shaman had resorted to the help of spirits to get you back on your feet at the request of the old woman. The old woman was very worried about you and that, according to the words, the “child” would remain lying in bed without the ability to walk. In the evening, the old woman came up to you and gently took your hand: -**haama satyahha**- despite her age, she helped you stand up and stood firmly herself when you found support in her. She held your arm, and when you took the first step, the old woman breathed a sigh of relief. Without the old woman's help, you left the booth and immediately encountered the shaman: –**Tyynnar eyigin sobululullerin iһin atahkhar turuorallar.**

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