Since olden times, there lived different peoples on the Baikal shore- Kurikany people, Buryats, Tunguses, Yakuts, Russian Cossacks and Old Believers. They got on rather well with each other. They hunted and fished; they herded sheep and worked the land.
Along the Baikal area, broad and wide, stretched out the Great Sagan Steppe. So huge was the land that- a birch grove rustled in a merry way with its leaves-several lakelets glittered with their blue glassy faces- several mires blazed with their scarlet cranberry- Russian hamlets with their patterned shutters and buryat uluses with felt covered yurtas lay.
However, you know, not all bread is baked in one oven. Some old-believers wanted to plough a little bit of the Sagan Steppe. So rich was the soil, so good was the green fodder, so enormous were flocks of sheep that Buryats stood up against. Russians, apparently, took it ill. Quarrels- even fighting- are sure to have appeared, more and more often.
Baikal the Great learned the matter and got angry:
-No matter what nation you are, people dwelling on my land should live in peace.
Hardly had he pronounced when
the most horrible underground rumble arose,
huge chunks of ice sprang up,
crack of broken ice filled the air with consternation.
From newly formed split appeared water
and slowly, inspiring awe in people, began to cover the Steppe.
In horror fell people onto their knees and, united in the entreaty for mercy and forgiveness, prayed, prayed in aid of Jesus Christ, prayed in aid of Everblue Heavens, prayed in aid of Baikal the Great…
People escaped but a great amount of sheep and cattle were drowned, a lot of old believers’ huts went under water, lots of round buryat yurtas were swallowed up.
The Great Sagan Steppe disappeared but the new bay emerged. People called it Proval.
Since then peoples living on the Baikal shore try to live in agreement. When some quarrel happens, Baikal reminds of his warning by generally felt shocks.
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