Давно это было. Так давно, что даже

Давно это было. Так давно, что даже имя богатыря память людская не сохранила. Да и не в том дело. Из далеких земель вернулся на Алтай богатырь. Долго дома не был, соскучился. Пешком шел, речки перешагивал, в ясных озерах умывался, под вековыми кедрами ночевал. Шел по Алтаю он, радовался: красив весной синий, белый Алтай! Травами свежими пахнет, цветами луговыми.
Вдруг остановился и оглянулся тревожно: словно гарью потянуло из распадка. «Никак леса наши горят!» — испугался богатырь. Побежал в ту сторону, горы перепрыгивал, по вековой тайге, как по травке, проходил, торопился очень.
Горелым все сильней пахнет; уже видать черное, жирное, смрадное облако между гор. «Не похоже на пожар-то, однако!» — удивился богатырь. Подбежал поближе, смотрит — между горных хребтов чудище ползет. Змей не змей, дракон не дракон: лапы есть, хвост есть, все огромное туловище костяными пластинами закрыто, на хребте иглы, как горные пики, торчат. Дыхание дракона землю на семь локтей вглубь сжигает, за чудищем черный горелый след тянется.
«Ты зачем мою землю портишь-поганишь!» — возмутился богатырь. Усмехнулось чудище: «Меня Эрлик из-под земли выпустил, говорит, сильно хорошо на Алтае стало, красиво сильно, пора землю потоптать, пожечь, попортить немного!»
«Не позволю тебе мой Алтай губить!» — закричал богатырь. Выхватил меч и давай рубить чудище. Только железо от костяных пластин отскакивает, искры летят, а вреда змею-дракону не малейшего не получается. Рассердился богатырь, схватил чудище за хвост, раскрутил над головой и зашвырнул далеко-далеко, через горный хребет, в самое глубокое озеро. Упал дракон в воду поперек озера и утонул, только столб пара поднялся. На самое дно опустилось чудище, в ледяной воде в камень превратилось, иглы на спине подводными горами стали, лапы в дно вросли. До сих пор лежит в Телецком озере змей-не змей, дракон-не дракон, каменный, никому не опасный, не страшный.
А между хребтами Алтынту и Сумультинским, где чудище ползло, говорят, все еще горелые следы попадаются; и не растет ничего живого на тех местах, где дракон своим дыханием землю сжег.

Результаты (английский) 1:

Long ago it was. So long ago that even the name of the hero has not preserved the human memory. Yes and no in that case. From distant lands back to Altai Bogatyr. Long House was not missed. Walk walked, River pereshagival, in clear lakes umyvalsja, under the ancient Cedars spent the night. Walking on the Altai he rejoiced: beautiful spring blue, white Altai! Herbs fresh smelling flowers meadow. Suddenly stopped and looked around anxiously as if pulled from the cinder: Glen. "No, our forests burn!"-scared hero. Ran into the side of a mountain, jumped over the centuries-old Taiga as on grass, took a very hurried. Gorelym all the stronger smell; already seen black, fat, smradnoe cloud between the mountains. "Unlike a fire somewhere, but is surprised by the athlete. Ran closer looks — between the mountain ranges behemoth creeps. Serpent serpent, Dragon Dragon: paws, tail is all a huge trunk bone plates closed, on the ridge of the needle, as mountain peaks, stick out. Dragon's breath the Earth seven cubits deep Burns, for Monster black GORELY trail stretches. "You are why my land portish'-poganish'!" resented the hero. Usmehnulos' behemoth: I Erlick released from under the ground, said highly good in Altai, a beautifully strong, it's time to land, pozhech', seeking to tread a bit! " "Won't let you my Altai ruin!"-cried athlete. Snatching the sword and let's hack behemoth. Only iron from bone plates bounces, sparks fly, and harm to the snake-Dragon not slightest fails. Angry hero, grabbed the behemoth's tail, unwound over the head and tossed far away, through a mountain range, in the deepest lake. The dragon fell into the water across the Lake and drowned, only posted a couple of rose. At the very bottom of the behemoth, drowned in icy water to stone, on the back of the needles become seamounts steel paws at the bottom have grown. So far lies in the Teleckom Lake snakes-no snakes, Dragon-Dragon, no stone, no dangerous, not scary. And between Altyntu and Sumul'tinskim, where the behemoth polzlo say gorelye traces still come across; and not grow anything living in the places where your breath Dragon land burned.

Результаты (английский) 2:

That was a long time ago. So long ago that even the name of the hero Human memory is not retained. And it's not the point. From faraway lands returned to the Altai hero. Long House was not missed. Walking distance walked, step over the river, washed in clear lakes, a centuries-old cedars slept. It was on the Altai he rejoiced: beautiful spring Blue, White Altai! Herbs fresh smelling flowers meadow.
Suddenly he stopped and looked around anxiously: if fumes drawn from the gully. "None of our forests are burning!" - Feared warrior. He ran in the direction of Mount jumped on the age-old taiga, both on the grass, took place in a hurry really.
Burnt all reeks; already seen the black, fat, stinking cloud between the mountains. "Unlike a fire, though!" - Surprised hero. He ran closer look - between mountain ranges monster creeps. Snakes are not snakes, dragon dragon: paw there, the tail is, the whole bulky bony plates covered, on the ridge of the needle like mountain peaks protrude. Dragon's Breath land seven cubits deep burns, burnt black for monster trail stretches.
"Why are you spoiling my land-trash!" - Outraged hero. Monster grinned: "I Erlik from the ground released, he said much good in the Altai was beautifully strong, it is time to tread the earth, to burn, to spoil a bit!"
"Do not let you destroy my Altai!" - Shouted the hero. He drew his sword and began to hack monster. Only the iron plates of the bone bounces, sparks fly, and harm the snake-dragon is not the least fails. Angry hero, grabbed the monster's tail, whirled over his head and tossed far away, over a mountain range, in the deepest lake. Fell into the water dragon across the lake and drowned, only a column of steam rose. At the bottom of the monster it sank in the icy water in the stone turned, the needle on the back seamounts steel legs rooted to the bottom. Until now lies in Lake Teletskoye snakes-no snakes, no dragon dragon, stone, nobody dangerous, not terrible.
And between the ridges and Altyntu Sumultinsky where monster crept say, still come across traces of burnt; and it does not grow anything living in the places where your breathing dragon land burned.

Результаты (английский) 3:

it was a long time ago. so long, that even the name of the athlete, the memory is not preserved. yes, and that's not the point. from distant lands back on the altai killer. long house was not missed. walking on the river have stepped in clear lakes, washed my face, under the old кедрами slept. he went on алтаю, happy, beautiful spring, blue, white, altai. the fresh smell of herbs, flowers луговыми.suddenly stopped and looked around anxiously, as if char made from распадка. "nothing of our people. "afraid of big. go that way, jumped over a mountain, forest, on the grass, passing in a hurry.all the strong smell of burnt; see black, fat, foul cloud between the mountains. "don't like the fire, however. "the big surprise. got closer, looking between the mountain ridges monster ". the snakes don't snake, dragon dragon: paws, tail, all great trunk bone plates is closed upon the needle like mountain peaks, stick out. dragon's breath the earth seven cubits deep burns, the monster black burnt trail stretches."why are you ruining my land - soil. "become a rebel warrior. усмехнулось monster: "me erlich of the ground launched, said much good in the altai has pretty much got the earth потоптать, light, up a little bit. ""i won't let you destroy my altay. "shouted a hotshot. drew his sword and go to the beast. metal bone plates of the bounces, sparks fly, and harm the snake is dragon, the slightest didn't work. angry warrior, grabbed the kraken's tail, got over his head and threw away, across the mountain ridge, in the deep lake. fallen dragon in the water across the lake and was drowned, only a pair of rose. the bottom fell beast, ice water in the stone turned, the needles on the back of seamounts steel legs in the bottom go. still lies in the телецком lake snakes - snake, dragon - dragon stone, not dangerous, not scary.and between the ridges алтынту and сумультинским where monster ползло, say, still горелые tracks are; and don't grow anything living in places where the dragon breath of land burned.