Churila, who lived in Svarga, was so handsome that he drove all the celestials crazy. Yes, and he himself fell in love, and not to an unmarried woman - to the wife of the god Barma Tarusa himself.
“I’ve had a misfortune,” Churila sang, “from the sweetheart of the red maiden, from the young Tarusushka ... Is it a pity for you, my maiden, I suffer with my heart all the time, don’t I sleep on a dark night from you ...
And Tarusushka answered like this:
- You go, white powder, at the evening, at the late dawn! You go at the dawn of the morning! Bring in all the stitches - Dorozhenki, hide from Barma the god the traces along which Churilushka walked ... He jumped through the fields like a bunny, along the steps - like an ermine, walked through the halls - a good fellow, to the bed - like a lover.
Churila got into the habit of going to Tarusa while Karma was praying in the temple, or on Mount Berezan. But the powder could not hide Tarusa's betrayals. Once the god Barma prayed on Mount Berezan. And a birch tree grew on that mountain - up roots, down branches. That birch tree staggered, and began to whisper to the Barma God:
- How not to warm the Red Sun in winter, how not to warm the Moon in the clear night, so Tarus will not love the hateful god Barma! It will be a cloudy autumn day, cold winds will blow, and she will run away from her husband Tarusa to Churilushka - her lover.
As the god Barma found out about the betrayal, he became very angry. He sat astride a swan and flew home. There he found Tarusa in Churila's arms. And without hesitation, he cut off Churilushka's head.
It was not the Swan who waved his wing, but waved his sword with his Barma. It was not the pearls that rolled down to the floor, but the blood of Churila was shed. "The Book of Kolyada", III g