Ethnic duck Khas, with a nest

Ethnic souvenir Duck Khas with a Solar sign on the sides.

The legend of Khakassia.
Once upon a time, there was no land on earth at all. And it was dark and gloomy from the thick fog rising from the ocean. Only occasionally did the small, bold rays of the sun break through the gray haze, which even the biting wind could not disperse. And then you could see how the wandering duck Khas appeared and disappeared again. She screamed in desperation, because the egg was about to be born, and there was still no piece of land for the nest. Desperate, duck Hus took a deep breath, took a deep breath, and fell like a stone into the depths of the waves.
Its beak was buried in the soft black mud. She grabbed a piece of silt and, pushing off with her paws from the bottom of the ocean, rushed up. The prey was so small that it was not enough to build a nest, and so, after catching her breath, the duck Has dived again. Then another and another...
Soon, she was not afraid of the evil ocean or the cold wind. At the bottom of the ocean, she found the very piece of land that she so lacked for a nest.
The wind dried the silt and it turned into real earth. For the last time, duck Khas rose high into the sky, looked at her work with pride, and with a cry of victory, easily slid down, because the moment had come...the egg was born... That's how the earth appeared on our planet. And all this happened thanks to the brave duck Hass... On the ground that grew out of the nest of the duck Khas, a white wolf ran, pierced by an arrow. Through mountains and rivers, through forests and steppes, she sought her native threshold. With each new leap, drops of blood fell from her fatal wound. And where they seeped into the ground, the Turkic people were born there. At last she reached the wide steppe at the foot of the Sayan Mountains and stretched out on the threshold of her house in a great dream. The last drops of blood fell from her wound on the parental land and the people of Khakass rose up here. He mourned for his ancestral mother for a long time and buried her with honors under four stones. From whatever side of the world her sons come to her grave, she always waits for them and meets them. On great holidays, the spirit of the white wolf rises and hovers over her sons, rejoicing or grieving with them...

Felt duck, can be used as a stand for eggs, as a pot for a mini plant, such as a cactus or for decorating a kitchen table, you can put a stack of fresh herbs in it, or at your discretion.