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        <dc:title> EN060501B </dc:title>
        <dc:subject> Human body </dc:subject>
        <dc:description> Interview 1 with Interviewee 2 on the human body.
            Includes information on the hygiene campaigns and related issues of
            the mid-twentieth century</dc:description>
        <dc:creator> Dorlig </dc:creator>
        <dc:Contributor> Byambajav </dc:Contributor>
        <dc:publisher> The Oral History of Twentieth Century Mongolia </dc:publisher>
        <dc:date> 2006-05-30 </dc:date>
        <dc:language> en </dc:language>
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        <Gender> Male </Gender>
        <Ethnicity>Bayad</Ethnicity>
        <YearOfBirth>1951</YearOfBirth>
        <Birthplace>Uvs, Tes sum</Birthplace>
        <IDNumber>060501</IDNumber>
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    <Title>EN060501B -- The Human Body 1; Interview 2 -- English</Title>
    <QuestionSet id="001">
        <Interviewer>
            <I_Name>Byambajav</I_Name>
            <Question>
                <Paragraph> Why did you leave the school only after the seventh
                    grade? </Paragraph>
            </Question>
        </Interviewer>

        <Respondent>
            <R_Name>Dorlig</R_Name>
            <Answer>
                <Paragraph>By the end of the seventh grade, my attainments at
                    school were very good. I could say that in general I was
                    better than my peers. Especially in mathematics, I was very
                    good. Then, when I completed the seventh grade, they used to
                    consider seven classes as a incomplete secondary education,
                    incomplete secondary education, and they started assigning
                    (nominations). Then, the first …, kids with the best
                    attainements were usually transferred to ten-year secondary
                    schools, and the rest of others were given nominations to
                    vocational schools. I was transferred to ten-year [school].
                    So I returned home with in intention of studying further in
                    ten-year [school] … I graduated the seventh grade in
                    Ulaangom. In the spring of 1966. So when I came home, I
                    hitch hiked a car in the direction, with little stuff of
                    gifts for people brought from the aimag packed on my back,
                    so I walked a little distance, walked around a kilometer,
                    and came in home I was met by my mother. When she asked
                    “What’s up, sonny” I replied “I am transferred to ten-year”.
                    She said “Now, may it be,” these were the words she met me
                    with. As for me, I was very much interested in studying
                    further. At the same time could not go against the will of
                    my father and mother. Then, also as an elder kid in a
                    family, my father and mother wanted me to be with them, as
                    all in all families in the countryside of course wanted to
                    see their kids married, growing families and living next to
                    them, that is how they liked things to be. They said to me
                    that I need to go to countryside to which I replied couple
                    of times that I want to go to school, but then I did not go
                    against their will, so I left for countryside. I spent a
                    year in countryside, I had not even reach the legal
                    adulthood when my mother and father … had chosen me, a
                    little kid, a wife, upon mutual agreement; the two of us had
                    almost not seen in general each other when we made a
                    household. Since then, in 2006 it is exactly 39 years. This
                    is the reason I left school. My mother’s name was Ochirym
                    Magsar. (0-03-28) My father, Myatavyn Tsedev, is still
                    alive. He is 85 years old. And my wife’s mother’s name was
                    Shinengiin Bat. They wanted to marry their elder children,
                    apparently were sort of in rush at that time. (laughs) A
                    year after that … at the end of 1968, our first child, a
                    girl was born. The youngest of our kids was born in 1987.
                    Ten kids in total. All of ten kids now reached adulthood.
                    Each of them have separate independent lives. This is the
                    situation. When I was a kid, in countryside, the most
                    luxurous commodity was a good horse. Good horse. The bad
                    horses would shepherd the sheep, the household routine
                    errands are done by a poor of the horses, household errands.
                    A good horse, as a rule, is not taken for any work. That was
                    a time when good horses were used at times of holidays and
                    naadam, or in winter for Tsagaan Sar after a certain period
                    of савхруулж, that is how we used them. At that time when I
                    was little, there was nothing of machinery. Why otherwise I
                    would be for the whole summer dreaming and looking the trek
                    of a car. The situations of people were kind of interesting
                    then. When I was a kid. In terms of clothing, especially
                    elders used to wear the ancient, so called girl dress, I
                    mean women. Men, they had saches on their deels, had that
                    sniff bottle sack, “tungentser” our folks call it, hanging
                    from it. Also hanging from the sache would be the sheath
                    with a flint, that’s how they were. Then they never leave
                    without the sheath and flint. And when you enter a ger, like
                    to visit an ail (family) you take the knife out and keep on
                    the level of your boots, that’s how. Some people used to
                    wear that thing, braids. All in all, they didn’t shave off
                    all the hair like this but men would shave off half of it
                    and on the top they let it grow long and braid it and let it
                    fall down. This is what is called braid. Only one braid. In
                    old times. Men that is. (0-07-25) However, the young people,
                    as far as I knew as a child, the young people used to wear
                    that short cut hair, mostly. That short cut would be let to
                    grow long. But the part on the back of the neck would be
                    cut. Only on the upper part the hair would be long, that’s
                    what their hair was like. I, a kid, was no big deal. I
                    myself used to wear sanma. I remember very well that I had
                    that sanma. And when I went to school for the first time
                    they cut my sanma off. But before then, on the санма, on
                    both sides they say there were two shiimees. Do you know
                    what shiimee is? </Paragraph>
            </Answer>
        </Respondent>
    </QuestionSet>

    <QuestionSet id="002">
        <Interviewer>
            <I_Name>Byambajav</I_Name>
            <Question>
                <Paragraph>I do. </Paragraph>
            </Question>
        </Interviewer>

        <Respondent>
            <R_Name>Dorlig</R_Name>
            <Answer>
                <Paragraph> Well. Something like that. After th… That issue of
                    hair had been remaining like that from then on for quite
                    long period of time when something our people called pintuu
                    came about. You take half of it from the front, take
                    straight to the back, to do that thing. That hair [style]
                    was predominant for quite a long time. You know what it is
                    now. Then.. </Paragraph>
            </Answer>
        </Respondent>
    </QuestionSet>

    <QuestionSet id="003">
        <Interviewer>
            <I_Name>Byambajav</I_Name>
            <Question>
                <Paragraph> A simple cut. </Paragraph>
            </Question>
        </Interviewer>

        <Respondent>
            <R_Name>Dorlig</R_Name>
            <Answer>
                <Paragraph> Simple cut. People over fifty, when I was little
                    kid, mostly had a long beard right below their chin. At
                    least wanted to. There were some whose beards grew nicely.
                    But there were some who had scarce, thin, few fibres. Then,
                    people of fifties in countryside mostly used to smoke, at
                    least sometimes. At those times, there was nothing else
                    except pipes, in terms of smoking. Horse riding was then,
                    and around sixty the so called motocycles appeared. There
                    was no motocycle in our Tes soum. I recall very, very well.
                    I probably was eight. In 59, I think. One of my uncles,
                    Norovyn Seezlei was his name then. This uncle is some
                    relative to us. He rode in when I was herding sheep. All of
                    sudden two people on daaga, two year old horses, went in
                    front of me racing. [I thought] how fast a daaga they were.
                    (0-10-34) Then, those two people on daaga turned out to be
                    riding motocycles, that is how for the first time we in our
                    Tes soum have seen it when we because of not knowing …. took
                    for people racing daaga… at that time. After that in the
                    next generation, motocycles became a luxury transportation
                    for those who were well off in those time standards. All
                    right, at those times when motocycles were just coming for
                    the first time to us, the Russia produced UAZ-469 cars were
                    rid only by soum, a head of soum-cooperative or
                    administrative directors rather than otherwise. For a soum,
                    there was one in a cooperative, and one or two trucks. And
                    there were two or three tractors for a purpose of
                    transporting milk and butter. But then motocycles were quite
                    difficult to find. Nothing like one could find a motocycle.
                    Always only few pieces coming. Once they come, there would
                    be a long line for it. Besides long lines, they were only
                    bought with big dargas (bosses). So that is how it remained
                    until seventy seven or eight when most of people acquired
                    motocycles. But then only those more or less better off
                    acquired motocycles. There were no people with a car in
                    ownership, until 90s there were no person with a car at all.
                    Because there were no cedan cars coming (meaning imported
                    for sell). Deficit. When they come, only one or two people
                    would buy. There were no people who could affort it. There
                    was no law permitting sell of tractors and trucks in private
                    ownership. Because means of production were considered not a
                    private property. In other words, tractors and trucks were
                    considered to be means of production. [They] were considered
                    to be meant for production of some sort of surplus value.
                    That is why it was prohibited to sell them to private
                    people. So, because of this and other reasons, people owning
                    a car were rarity until 90s. And after 90s [the situation]
                    became free, and now any one who can afford are buying and
                    riding cars, nowadays. (0-14-16) But then, even with all
                    these things during the whole period, interest in horses did
                    not decrease. Right now, although most of the living errands
                    are taken care of by mostly motocycles, some errands like
                    herding the sheep is still done with poor horses, but then
                    horses, for instance, racing or joroo horses, sort of luxury
                    goods, are still remaining expensive, even tend to
                    increasing in prices recently. This might have something to
                    do with the tradition of Mongolian people to worship horses.
                    As for horses, especially in our area, quality of horses is
                    not like it used to be in old times. In 1957 there was the
                    first in Mongolia Spartakiada taking place in Lun soum. Then
                    I was a very little kid, did not even start a school. My
                    father used to have a brown horse then. It was one of the
                    first four or five horses in our soum. That is how fast that
                    horse was. Then, in 1957, I think it was in 1957. A
                    spartakiada of eastern soums took place in East, or Western
                    Turuun soum. In all kinds of sports. All …, all including
                    athletics… all kinds of contests, then horses…, race…, horse
                    race also. There were only four horses participating from
                    our soum. Four horses from each soum, that is. They had 45
                    km racing then when they went to Baruun Turuun soum. So, on
                    that 45 kilometers distance race, 9 horses died on that
                    racing trek. </Paragraph>
            </Answer>
        </Respondent>
    </QuestionSet>

    <QuestionSet id="004">
        <Interviewer>
            <I_Name>Byambajav</I_Name>
            <Question>
                <Paragraph> wow. </Paragraph>
            </Question>
        </Interviewer>

        <Respondent>
            <R_Name>Dorlig</R_Name>
            <Answer>
                <Paragraph> 9 horses went bad to die. At that race my father’s
                    brown horse won. Now then, there is no such a horse in our
                    soum that would race 45 kilometers without slowing down. I
                    assure you. From this you can see that .., after that race
                    in sixty something, that horse was struch by a desease and
                    died. That winter, there was my father’s another horse, a
                    light-brown with black mane and tale. It cantered. That
                    horse could canter at least 30 kilometers, without slowing
                    below 40 miles, that’s what a horse it was. (0-17-44) Now
                    there is no such a horse that could canter like that,
                    without reducing its capacities, if there is then it would
                    not make that far. So, I think that the issue of decrease in
                    the quality of horses is related to the lessening interest
                    in horses because of which an attention to the improvement
                    of the breed </Paragraph>
            </Answer>
        </Respondent>
    </QuestionSet>

    <QuestionSet id="005">
        <Interviewer>
            <I_Name>Byambajav</I_Name>
            <Question>
                <Paragraph>How the religion and beliefs are developing in Tes
                    soum after the start of democracy? </Paragraph>
            </Question>
        </Interviewer>

        <Respondent>
            <R_Name>Dorlig</R_Name>
            <Answer>
                <Paragraph> In order to tell about this, it will be necessary,
                    like before, to tell what religion was like then when I was
                    a kid, and what happened since then and how it is now,
                    right? </Paragraph>
            </Answer>
        </Respondent>
    </QuestionSet>


    <QuestionSet id="006">
        <Interviewer>
            <I_Name>Byambajav</I_Name>
            <Question>
                <Paragraph> Yes, right. </Paragraph>
            </Question>
        </Interviewer>

        <Respondent>
            <R_Name>Dorlig</R_Name>
            <Answer>
                <Paragraph>When I was a kid, religion was very secret; most
                    people, all people were taken by the that thing, the
                    teaching by Lenin that said that religion is a drug that
                    poisons intelligence. If you ask why, at that time all of
                    the strong religious lamas were executed. Then religious
                    beliefs were strait prohibited, it was difficult. My father
                    and mother did it very secretly, always on watch whether
                    some one was coming, and worried if a dog barked, and when
                    it barked they would force me out to look what ever was
                    coming, so they would burn a scent on the altar without me.
                    They could not bow to pray. What would happen if someone
                    comes in when they pray. They were afraid of how they would
                    explain what they were doing. That is how it was. It seems
                    in 1969. I don’t recall very well. Actually it is very
                    clear. At that time there was a rumor going around that
                    planet Ikar was going to collide with the Earth. It might be
                    69 or 70. At that time some of our people thought of
                    woshiping the ovoo at Tsagaan Ereg. </Paragraph>
            </Answer>
        </Respondent>
    </QuestionSet>

    <QuestionSet id="007">
        <Interviewer>
            <I_Name>Byambajav</I_Name>
            <Question>
                <Paragraph>I see. </Paragraph>
            </Question>
        </Interviewer>

        <Respondent>
            <R_Name>Dorlig</R_Name>
            <Answer>
                <Paragraph> So they decided to secretly woship the ovoo at
                    Tsagaan Ereg but quite a few people gathered there. At that
                    woship of the ovoo. (0-21-14) Then there came also a couple
                    of our lamas who had their rights seized and who had these
                    rights reinstated later. Lamas were there. They were elder
                    people who used to be lamas but then became secular and
                    married. So they woshipped the ovoo. After that these people
                    were arrested and interrogated for a whole year.
                </Paragraph>
            </Answer>
        </Respondent>
    </QuestionSet>

    <QuestionSet id="008">
        <Interviewer>
            <I_Name>Byambajav</I_Name>
            <Question>
                <Paragraph> What were their names? Of the lamas? </Paragraph>
            </Question>
        </Interviewer>

        <Respondent>
            <R_Name>Dorlig</R_Name>
            <Answer>
                <Paragraph> The what’s his face was there. Lodon, Budee and
                    Lhaatseren, these were the ones who went there. These folks
                    were arrested and then later were interrogated through the
                    whole winter. There was an uncle by my mother there.
                    Lhamsuren is his name. His own father was one with a good
                    religious knowledge. Also his uncles by his father were also
                    people with knowledges. So, he learned those things from
                    these people, secretly, by himself he learned quite a lot.
                    He was apparently one who helped others from his religious
                    point, helped a lot to those who were poor and sick. He was
                    persecuted a lot. That Lhamsuren passed away, before 90, or
                    80, no 90, but he and Budee, the two of them were scolded by
                    the aimag party committee, their case was discussed at the
                    politbureau of the party committee and were given into a
                    custody of Erdenee, a soum party committee chair and Dalai,
                    the soum administration chair, at that aimag party committee
                    bureau meeting. To force them to stop beguiling others. The
                    situation was like that until 90s and since 90s democracy,
                    the democratic revolution took place to free everything. Now
                    there is nothing to say, everything is very nice and free.
                    Now it is developing. But if you think, that the knowledge
                    of the basic religious behavior, I think, is not quite good.
                    Other than that… the religion is spreading vast in rural
                    countryside </Paragraph>
            </Answer>
        </Respondent>
    </QuestionSet>

    <QuestionSet id="009">
        <Interviewer>
            <I_Name>Byambajav</I_Name>
            <Question>
                <Paragraph> Is there anything that you memorized at that worship
                    of the ovoo at Tsagaan Ereg? </Paragraph>
            </Question>
        </Interviewer>

        <Respondent>
            <R_Name>Dorlig</R_Name>
            <Answer>
                <Paragraph>Again, I was a little kid but I saw. It’s a person of
                    around twenty. I came there. OK, at first at that worship of
                    the Tsagaan Ovoo they chanted for quite a while. (0-24-55)
                    Everyone brought diary products, in other words cheese, soft
                    cheese from home and came with vodka. So, the three lamas
                    were chanting, burning incense, were sending people to walk
                    around the ovoo, the burning incense was taken around the
                    ovoo that is, meanwhile all of us collected the diary
                    products at one place, took some of these products ourselves
                    to be put on the ovoo, you do that by throwing on the top of
                    it and we, too, walked around the ovoo and prayed. At that
                    time. At that time some of elder people came to the ovoo and
                    worshipped while some of the kids were laughing at them, I
                    seem to recall. So, the diary products were put on the ovoo,
                    people worshipped it, and the lamas finished the chanting,
                    after that the remaining diary products were distributed
                    among the people who ate all of them. As for the vodka, it
                    was given to elders. Meanwhile there was a horse race. When
                    the horse race started, that time there were around ten
                    horses racing. Norsloi’s dark brown horse won, as I recall.
                    And then, after that, they worshipped the Lus, the god of
                    water. For worshipping the Lus, some of the lamas went to
                    the bank of the lake and chanted according to the books and
                    returned, while we were still on the ovoo. And as we all
                    completed all the customs, after that when we were to go
                    back, all on horses, everyone came riding, the lamas went
                    ahead and the procession made three rounds around the ovoo.
                    While making those rounds, people, all our people showted
                    “Saijalbuu.” After showting “Saijalbuu” a few times, we
                    really made a race towards each one’s home. Who knows what
                    that “saijalbuu” means. So, that was the ceremonies at the
                    ovoo worship then. </Paragraph>
            </Answer>
        </Respondent>
    </QuestionSet>

    <QuestionSet id="010">
        <Interviewer>
            <I_Name>Byambajav</I_Name>
            <Question>
                <Paragraph> There used to mostly men come. They say, dogs are
                    not allowed …? </Paragraph>
            </Question>
        </Interviewer>

        <Respondent>
            <R_Name>Dorlig</R_Name>
            <Answer>
                <Paragraph> Oh, yeah … At those times strict rules were there in
                    our lands. You can not bring your dog. Women also were not
                    allowed. That’s how, according to those rules. (0-27-47)
                </Paragraph>
            </Answer>
        </Respondent>
    </QuestionSet>

    <QuestionSet id="011">
        <Interviewer>
            <I_Name>Byambajav</I_Name>
            <Question>
                <Paragraph> What’s behind that? </Paragraph>
            </Question>
        </Interviewer>

        <Respondent>
            <R_Name>Dorlig</R_Name>
            <Answer>
                <Paragraph> That I don’t know. Dog … </Paragraph>
            </Answer>
        </Respondent>
    </QuestionSet>

    <QuestionSet id="012">
        <Interviewer>
            <I_Name>Byambajav</I_Name>
            <Question>
                <Paragraph>What about some kind of a result of the ovoo worship
                    that you could say after the ovoo worship, something like
                    rain falling, or some other sort …? </Paragraph>
            </Question>
        </Interviewer>

        <Respondent>
            <R_Name>Dorlig</R_Name>
            <Answer>
                <Paragraph>Rain, there was no rain that we noticed. Remember,
                    they were talking about Ikar colliding with the Earth. That
                    didn’t happen. Who knows whether that prevented it. (laughs)
                    Of course, there were rains. However, I don’t recall what
                    exactly happened after the ovoo worship. </Paragraph>
            </Answer>
        </Respondent>
    </QuestionSet>

    <QuestionSet id="013">
        <Interviewer>
            <I_Name>Byambajav</I_Name>
            <Question>
                <Paragraph>Exactly this … </Paragraph>
            </Question>
        </Interviewer>

        <Respondent>
            <R_Name>Dorlig</R_Name>
            <Answer>
                <Paragraph> In three, four days after that … those people were
                    taken for interrogations. </Paragraph>
            </Answer>
        </Respondent>
    </QuestionSet>


    <QuestionSet id="014">
        <Interviewer>
            <I_Name>Byambajav</I_Name>
            <Question>
                <Paragraph> Are there any sort of oral histories that people
                    tell that are related to the ovoo worship? Like memoirs?
                </Paragraph>
            </Question>
        </Interviewer>

        <Respondent>
            <R_Name>Dorlig</R_Name>
            <Answer>
                <Paragraph>There are some sort of things about actually horses.
                </Paragraph>
            </Answer>
        </Respondent>
    </QuestionSet>


    <QuestionSet id="015">
        <Interviewer>
            <I_Name>Byambajav</I_Name>
            <Question>
                <Paragraph> - Related to the power of lamas, related to their
                    magic powers? </Paragraph>
            </Question>
        </Interviewer>

        <Respondent>
            <R_Name>Dorlig</R_Name>
            <Answer>
                <Paragraph>Related to the magic power of lamas … they say there
                    was a lama of our anscestors. I don’t know him. Forget about
                    me, even my father had’t known him, only heard of him. He
                    was called Aaj. A lama who was my dad’s grandfathers
                    brother. Everyone called him Aaj. He lived till his 86. The
                    Ulaan Sahius (Red Savior?), that person worshipped is still
                    worshipped by people in my family line even now. It is a
                    lord of gods that was kept secret, preserved and worshipped
                    at the times of horrendous persecution, of strict
                    restrictions of the socialist time. The first owner of it
                    was him. That person ehr… never used to say any thing to
                    others. But he would come to families and people at times of
                    need to perform religious chanting. Actually there were
                    numerous stories when he would take measures (meaning doing
                    various spells) and heal or of that sort when people asked,
                    or when scolded. At the very end, this person used to have
                    two horses. (0-30-43) Only two horses, and when his horse
                    was left tied to a long leash, thieves have taken it. Then
                    that person never, erh … took it seriously. Didn’t even
                    consider. Brought the other horse, was riding on it, and
                    again one night when the horse was also left on a long
                    leash, again, the horse wasn’t there when he woke up in the
                    morning. A thieve has taken the horse. Then, their family as
                    usual had an open fire in the ger. When he came in after
                    going out for taking care of bodily needs, the siblings and
                    relatives started challenging him saying “What kind of a
                    person are you? Why don’t you take some kind of an action
                    here? The only horse is not there to ride, what we gonna
                    do?” Then that person took a handful of ash from the edge of
                    the fire place as they had open fire, and thrown it to the
                    altar saying “one can’t keep a single horse” and lay down
                    facing from them. After he had lain facing the wall, in
                    about three hours, two people, their faces and everything
                    all in blue ash, [came] leading the horse on a leash and
                    couldn’t even get off their horses. That’s how they came.
                    Then that person, went to meet them, helped them to get off
                    the horse blowing and etc, brought to the ger, fed with
                    meals and tea, gave quite a lot of gifts, and let [them] go
                    saying that [they] should not steal horse any more. There is
                    another thing that is related to this person. There was a
                    situation that children and relatives of one family,
                    everyone in Aaj’s, that is in family of a sister of
                    grandfather of my father, that is nephew-in-law to Aaj, kept
                    on dying just of nothing. They kept on doing things about it
                    number of times but in vain. At the end when nothing help,
                    he himself decided to do something, so he went with two
                    other monks to a sand mount that is in the south of the Tes
                    river and on the north of a place called Gesen. Sevkuul is
                    the name. He had a big hole dug there and a ger built right
                    in front of the hole and spent three days in chanting, they
                    say. So he had a hole dug on the Sevkuul, would stand
                    himself on it, and kept on smoking facing from others. He
                    didn’t used to smoke, he shouldn’t. Because he was a monk.
                    But nevertheless he sat there smoking. In a while, in a
                    while he went blue, went bad, why, he was over eighty, and
                    people were wondering what was happening to him, and were
                    afraid that he was going bad (0-34-32), but all of sudden a
                    wolf came running from the West, stood at the edge of the
                    hole when people hit it to death. So, they killed the wolf
                    by hitting, put it into the hole and buried. That’s what
                    they did. Then, after that they say that kids of the nephew
                    in law stopped even getting sick. </Paragraph>
            </Answer>
        </Respondent>
    </QuestionSet>

    <QuestionSet id="016">
        <Interviewer>
            <I_Name>Byambajav</I_Name>
            <Question>
                <Paragraph>How did that person explain what he did? </Paragraph>
            </Question>
        </Interviewer>

        <Respondent>
            <R_Name>Dorlig</R_Name>
            <Answer>
                <Paragraph> It turns our that no one asked him how he would
                    explain what he did. Nothing else except it was passed on to
                    me verbally that a miraculous thing happened then. That
                    person called Aaj, as I said before that our people descend
                    in general from that person called Alia, among the
                    descending generations, I don’t know the generations of
                    quite a few people. Even my father doesn’t know. I don’t
                    know in what generation, the was someone called Biiv, they
                    say. That Biiv’s son is Bazar, that Aaj, … there is also
                    another person who married Buldaga. So, it’s Buldaga’s
                    children with whom the things went wrong and Aaj had
                    rectified the situation as I just told you. Then, that’s
                    were the people then. Then, my grandfather is the only son
                    of Bazar. Then there were one, two women, that is there were
                    three of them. One of the women is a mother of, what’s his
                    face, Buraldai’s old woman. [She] married some one called
                    Green Dagva, they say. </Paragraph>
            </Answer>
        </Respondent>
    </QuestionSet>

    <QuestionSet id="017">
        <Interviewer>
            <I_Name>Byambajav</I_Name>
            <Question>
                <Paragraph> So, Aaj was there then when the father of the
                    grandfather was, was born? </Paragraph>
            </Question>
        </Interviewer>

        <Respondent>
            <R_Name>Dorlig</R_Name>
            <Answer>
                <Paragraph> His brother (uncle) they say. </Paragraph>
            </Answer>
        </Respondent>
    </QuestionSet>

    <QuestionSet id="018">
        <Interviewer>
            <I_Name>Byambajav</I_Name>
            <Question>
                <Paragraph> Uncle on father’s side?</Paragraph>
            </Question>
        </Interviewer>

        <Respondent>
            <R_Name>Dorlig</R_Name>
            <Answer>
                <Paragraph> No. A born brother. As I said, that thing, in other
                    words. He’s Bazar’s brother. In general. Yeah… Bazar’s
                    brother is Aaj. And then born of Bazar is my grandfather ,
                    Myatav by name. And Myatav’s child is my father. And that
                    person, Myatav by name, is the only son in the family, and
                    has two sisters, so there are three of them, and he himself
                    married to someone from Shinen family. (0-37-57) To someone
                    called Tuvshin who is now my grandmother. There were 9
                    children born of them. The elderst of the nine was someone
                    called Yunren. He married to someone from the Eastern Govi
                    and had 10 children. All the 10 children, now there are many
                    many of them. The next was someone called Shadrav. Shadrav,
                    ad for children, again has 9 children. Then is my brother
                    (uncle rather) Gongor. Then come Purevjav, Javzmaa,
                    Tseden-Ish, Surenkor, then Yanjmaa, Yanjmaa seems. Grandma …
                    nine… then was a woman. That woman… Pagma by name. That
                    person married to someone Lhamsuren and gave birth to 7
                    choldren. Now, the elderst was some woman called Tseren.
                    Then was Badam, who depended science candidate degree on
                    that thing. Then after that she passed away. After her was
                    someone, Baldan by name. Has two children. Then comes my
                    father. Has seven children. Then there was Yadamsuren. He
                    had again 7 children. Then there used to be Tseren. Their’s
                    are… again, Choijil, Sundui, Jevzen, Shagdar, Begzei,
                    Norsloi, Majig, Lhamaa, and Shijee. There were 9 of them. 10
                    children rather. There is someone, Dorj by name, still
                    alive. Also has 8 children. There was someone, Tseelee by
                    name. This Tseelee has Luiveen, Lamjav, Dalhaa, Dashdavaa,
                    Udval, Nyam, what’s his face, … Dulmaa and Dolgor. Has 8
                    children. So these were the 9 brothers [and sisters]. So, my
                    father was born in 1921. My mother was born in 1925. My
                    mother’s mother and father were good monk folks. My mother
                    is the youngest child of Ochir of that. Three younger
                    brothers of that Ochir were great monks. One of them was
                    Choijin. The other one was doctor monk. Once upon time there
                    was someone with a title of Governor. All of the three
                    people were arrested and executed. My mothers brothers and
                    relatives, the eldest of them was Uudloh by name. The next
                    one was Avirmed. After that was someone who married Kenzee.
                    The next was Baljaa. There was also someone Tundel by name.
                    There was also someone called Dagaa. The brothers used to
                    have 7 children. There are 7 of us by our father, by our
                    parents. My eldest sister married Pagvyn Arya from Tes soum
                    of Uvs aimag. (0-43-35) As for their children, the eldest
                    daughter is Tsermaa. The next is Javzan. That Javzan married
                    someone Ochir by name. They have three children. The next is
                    Odmaa, a woman, married to Lhagvaa. There is also a guy
                    Jadambaa by name. Married to Lhaasuren from the Eastern
                    Gobi. He has a wife, Janjaa. The next is Davaasuren. That
                    Davaasuren took a girl from Jamsran, Tugsoo is her name.
                    They have two children. Jadambaa has three children. Yes.
                    The next is our family with 10 children. The eldest is a
                    daughter, Nansalmaa. She married to Dalai’s Bataa. Has four
                    children. The next child is Galindev. He married to Jav’s
                    Tseyenpil. She has four children, five children. The next is
                    Shirendev. Has one child, Anand by name. The next is Dulmaa.
                    Her husband’s name is Tulgaa. Four children. The next is
                    Byambajav. His wife is Chuluuntsetseg. One child. For now.
                    The next is Ayush. Married to Damiran’s Orolgar. Two
                    children. The next is Tsend-Ayush. Married to Lhagvaa’s
                    Banzragch. The next is Lhaasuren. Married to a girl,
                    Tseren’s Batdelger from Eastern Gobi. The next is Badmaa.
                    Still studying in a school. The next is Nanjid. Is herding a
                    livestock at home. So these are the ten children. A bit
                    tired. </Paragraph>
            </Answer>
        </Respondent>
    </QuestionSet>

    <QuestionSet id="019">
        <Interviewer>
            <I_Name>Byambajav</I_Name>
            <Question>
                <Paragraph>Thank you very much for the interview. For your time
                    … </Paragraph>
            </Question>
        </Interviewer>
    </QuestionSet>

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