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– «Hanukkah, what happens after the rain»? – asked the Indian Mamuka from his faithful companion.

– «Puddles! And sometimes I drink of them», – said the snoring dog.

– «Never do that! What do you need a bowl for? And what else happens after the rain», – asked Mamuka, looking at his four-legged companion.

– «Rainbow»! – almost immediately, without hesitation, replied Hanukkah.

– «Yes, you are right. How many flowers did you count in it»? – asked Mamuka.

– «Now I will count», – the dog silently looked at the wall and scratched behind his ear, – «that’s so much»!

– «How much is this»? – asked the Indian, not having time, counting the movements of his friend.

– «How many times I hit, so many».

– «Okay, in this you are also right, listen to me carefully, now I will read you a secret. Perk up your ears and don’t dare sleep here»!

– «But I remember it better», – Hanukkah looked mournfully from under his brows.

Shaman Yungani talked a lot about one big bird. In her tail were all the colors of the rainbow. The shaman ran out of his dwelling, and a bright bird walked in front of the entrance. For a very long time, the shaman gazed at her colors. Yungani was afraid to frighten off his bright guest and did not take his eyes off her.

– Seven! – the satisfied shaman said loudly, after the bird fluttered up.

In response the wind blew right into Yungani’s face. A white feather gently descended from the clouds. After scratching his head, the shaman looked at the rainbow and began to laugh like crazy.