| Original Title | Dialect | Informant | Genre Form | Genre Content | ID | glossed | Audio |
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| nʲoxsəɣ wuːjəɣ ækpeæ̯ltəɣ | pelym mansi (PM) | Muratkov, Mikita Stepanovich | prose (pro) | Riddles (rid) | 1295 | glossed | – |
| Text Source | Editor | Collector |
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| Kannisto, Artturi - Liimola, Matti (1963): Wogulische Volksdichtung gesammelt und übersetzt von Artturi Kannisto, bearbeitet und herausgegeben von Matti Liimola. VI. Band. Schicksalslieder, Klagelieder, Kinderreime, Rätsel, Verschiedenes. In: Mémoires de la Société Finno-Ougrienne, 134. Helsinki: Suomalais-Ugrilainen Seura, 175-179. | Liimola, Matti; Jeblankov, Feodor Ljepifanovich | Kannisto & Liimola (KL) |
| English Translation | German Translation | Russian Translation | Hungarian Translation |
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| "A sable and an elk are of the same length" | – | – | – |
| by Riese, Timothy |
| Citation |
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| Kannisto & Liimola 1963: OUDB Pelym Mansi Corpus. Text ID 1295. Ed. by Eichinger, Viktória. http://www.oudb.gwi.uni-muenchen.de/?cit=1295 (Accessed on 2024-11-14) |
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| A sable and an elk are of the same length. |
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| The sky and the black earth. |
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| In the heart of the black forest, the dark forest there are two little knapsacks of red birchbark. |
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| An elk's ears. |
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| The god's son plays the dombra, dirt and rubbish dance. |
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| It's windy, the trees are rocked, the trees are rocked by the wind. |
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| A black horse is running, two drawbars remain behind. |
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| The water sinks, the water channels remain. |
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| A white-shirted boy drags a coal. |
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| An ermine. |
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| A chip heap of sun-hardened wood. |
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| A carp. |
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| There is a man, he has his shirt in his stomach. |
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| A candle. |
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| A hundred field of peas. |
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| The stars. |
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| Four women put on one headscarf. |
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| A table. |
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| Summer and winter - the gap between them is as thick as the palm of a hand. |
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| The threshold: outside it's cold, inside it's warm. |
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| In the heart of the dark forest, the black forest is a small hut made of thin boards. |
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| A squirrel nest. |
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| The cow moos, its heart lies open. |
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| The door of the hut. |
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| Thirty men pound, one man stirs. |
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| Teeth and tongue. |
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| My riddle, my riddle, a black dog and a red dog are licking one another, guess! |
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| The kettle and the fire. |
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| The rope pulled from the land of the Russians reaches the land of the Mansi. |
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| The path. |
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| Underneath the big sky a little sky is snowing. |
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| Someone is sifting. |
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| At the bottom of the water is a silver plate. |
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| A burbot. |
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| My riddle, my riddle, a man cuts, no blood appears, he goes, his path is not visible. |
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| A man is going by water. |
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| My riddle, my riddle, [n.n.]! |
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| A grindstone. |
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| My riddle, my riddle, a sheep bends while lying. |
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| A hearth ridge. |
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| Higher than a tree, lower than the grass. |
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| An arrow. |
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| Grandfather's bow sizzles and flickers. |
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| There's thunder and lightning. |
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| The resounding noise of silk clothes can be heard everywhere over land and water. |
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| Thunder is heard. |
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| The hole of the arrow shot by the old man stands (here). |
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| A bearcave. |
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| In a corner of the dark entry a small quail is twittering. |
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| Water is dripping. |
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| A gaping thing, above the gaping thing a sniffing thing, above the sniffing thing a blinking thing, above the blinking thing an open moor, above the open moor a thick forest hill, in the thick forest hill horned elkbulls go around, sharp-bottomed ones. |
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| Mouth, nose, eyes, forehead, headhair, lice. |
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| The winged forest spirit whistles, the seagull turns, the crane legs are being rocked. |
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| A horse is being watered. |
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| My riddle, my riddle, its beets are [n.n.] |
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| The junction of a branch. |
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| A headless elkbull went about the village. |
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| A storehouse. |