Okzhetpes
Jan Amany
A fairy tale of a gifted Kazakhstani writer, Jan Amany, tells a story of one aul: its fables, legends, beliefs, and miraculous events that happened to its people and now are passed over from one generation to the next.
The author was inspired by Okzhetpes – a Tazy breed dog. Amany conveys her admiration towards this noble breed through the protagonists of her stories – Doszhan-ata and his grandson Bakhytbek.
Jan Amany
Okzhetpes
Text copyright В© Jan Amany, 2019
Illustrations copyright В© Aigul Khakimzhanova, 2020
Copyright В© Aspandau Publishing House, 2020
Design copyright В© ARTQRAFT, 2020
Otkyrkoz the Eagle
Soaring through the sky is the Eagle. Every day, the people of the aul notice it and, squinting at the blinding sun, they look up, raising their heads to the azure sky. Whatever happens, the smooth flight of the Eagle bestows upon them a sense of safety and peace. Many years pass and yet… the Eagle soars through the sky.
The aksakals say that an admirable woman once lived in their aul: her temper was gentle, her eyes were kind, and her hair was long. She carefully braided them each morning, and in the afternoon, her son played with a jingling shashbau that decorated her braids.
The baby loved sleeping cuddled against his mother’s shoulder. He slept so deeply that neither the cry of the children nor the barking of the dogs could wake him. He was the apple of his mother’s eye. But then he was gone.
The mother looked for him restlessly. Once she discovered that her son was swallowed by an unforgiving mountain lake, she could not bear the grief. She passed away. And with her last breath, an eagle flew into the sky. People believed that the inconsolable mother had turned into a majestic bird. Every time a child cried, the Eagle appeared by his side and did not leave until the tears on the baby’s cheeks dried up.
No matter how many years pass, people see the Eagle in the sky and are assured that it will protect the aul from harm and ill will. With the Eagle watching over them, no child will cry, no mother will grieve.
Doszhan-ata and his story
Aksakal Doszhan, a good and honest man, had many stories to tell. Living in his native land for all his life, Doszhan learnt its fables by heart. His narration of the legend of the lake and the Eagle was filled with particular warmth: he sincerely believed that Otkyrkoz was not an ordinary eagle.
The story of the Koksu lake was also one of his favorites. People of the aul revered the lake that lay high up in the mountains. Aksakals said that the lake was once a deep gorge, which got transformed by an earthquake. It was so blue that it merged with the sky, leaving one guessing where the lake ends and the sky begins. Only the wind could give out this secret. With the breeze, light ripples appeared on the water, revealing the line between the sky and the surface of the mountain lake. For the clear blue water, people called the lake Koksu.
Sometimes, when the heat of the day fell, the youth gathered around aksakal Doszhan’s dastarkhan, ready to heed to the stories of their aul.
Doszhan ata had a dog, a smart Kazakh Tazy hound called Alapar. Without his trusty companion, hunting to the aksakal was joyless, and the yard seemed empty. Doszhan ata used to call up his dog and, gently stroking its withers, begin his narrative.
“Not every aul is lucky enough to have a mosque and a school. We are fortunate, my dears. However, if it were not for one eagle and Alapa
