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“He who knows himself is a saint”. The human becomes human by knowing himself.

Recognition of the nation is the duty of brave men and of clever men!

I desire to talk with our ancestors who rode on horseback in the depths of history. I try to talk with them, with their fame. However they are busy with their important problems. Suddenly you hear Görogly’s enthusiastic voice from the mountains:

O lads! Let’s feast and drink,

And relieve our hearts for a while,

Let’s push our enemies off and clear the way

As our ancestors did.

Thy Görogly says, “You, guys!

Fill the bowls full!

I am proud of the Turkmen!

I love you all!”

You shout, “Görogly, Görogly Beg, I am here!” Görogly does not hear you! However, you hear his voice, the hoof-falls of his galloping horse, as they are close by you. Tears fall from your eyes. The mountains where Görogly lived became misty...

Until the third decade of the 20^th century, the Türkmen traditionally rode on horseback in heavy armour. This was not