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A mass
grave yard was discovered last August, during construction works
in Ulaanbaatar city's suburb.
The police
collected into sacks the human skulls, each with an accurate round
hole in the back, and took to expertise.
But without expertise it was clear that these are the remains of
the mass execution victims of 1930s.
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A
part of the Megjid Janraisig statue taken to Russia in 1942.
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Says B.Norzhin, a pensioner in Ulaanbaatar: “This silver horse
and an icon lamp are the only things that remained from our relative,
a young priest.
When
arrested in 1939, he told his sister: “I will not return. Please
give this horse (he used to play in childhood) to my future niece.”
He was only 18-year-old then.
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A
prayer ceremony at Gandan Monastery under close supervision
of a security officer during socialist times.
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MOSCOW and
peaceful
monks
Under Moscow instructions,
a thorough plan of total extermination of Buddhists was meticulously
executed.
Cultural
Genocide
Religious
Affairs Department report: “Out of 767 registered monasteries 724
have been demolished. It is time to inflict a decisive strike on
the middle rank monks." ![[ full story ]](/common/images/button.gif)
The
Revival
The
democratic revolution of 1990 brought the freedom of belief and
Buddism in Mongolia is slowly recovering from the decades long supression.
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Bogdo
Khaan, a shrewd politician and man of letters.
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BOGDO
KHAAN,
the
Rebel Monk
Only
recently the truth about the life and deeds of Bogdo Khaan, the
head of the Lamaist religion and the last Khaan of Mongols, emerges.
For
decades the communist powers portrayed him as an old debauchee,
the opressor of people and failing to mentioning he was the key
figure behind the declaration of independence in 1911.
For his incessant quest for the country’s independence he was named
the Rebellious Priest.![[ full story ]](/common/images/button.gif)
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Beautiful
Genepil, Bogdo Khaan's last wife (in center)
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Gorgeous
Concubine
"They
took her away at night. She did not wake us, only left a piece of
sugar on our pillows. And I still remember the joy of a sudden discovery
in the morning," recalled 70-year-old Tserenkhand, at the opening
of a film dedicated to the tragic fate of her mother, the last wife
of Bogdo Khaan.
Young
Genepil shared the throne less then a year, but this was enough
to sentence her to death 14 years later. She was 33 when stood in
front of a death squad.
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Ink
mixed with precious stones, was used to write sacred scripts
containing the wisdom of generations.
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Books
of
Knowledge
“Despite the ban on religious scripts and millions of books burnt
in 1930s, almost every herder family preserves one,” records of
a Polish ethnographic expedition.
Nomads
revered books as the paramount treasure and source of knowledge,
creating some wonderful works of publishing.
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A
RUBBER GIRL
Mongolian circus can not be imagined without
rubber girls or contortionists. “Girls without bones” they often
are called.
Oyun
Tungalag, 10, won recently the top prize from prestigious “Debute”
circus festival in Monte Carlo. “Excellent performance. It is hard
to believe such a small girl does it,” commented jurors.
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D.Dagvadorj
sends the legend of Japanese sumo, hurling down.
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Havoc
in Sumo World
According
to opinion polls, the victory of D.Dagvadorj, a Mongolian sumo wrestler
was the sensation only second to the appointment of the new prime
minister.
Mongolian
wrestlers entrance to the top echelon of the professional Japanese
Sumo wrestling makes headlines.
The alarmed
Sumo Federation went as far as to announce that no other foreigners
shall be allowed to the Japanese arenas anymore.
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Why I love mutton...
by Rioko Imaoka, Osaka
University
“I had enough clothes
on me, but not enough for the huge refrigerator Mongolia turns into
in winter."
“I begun to feel cold
sneaking inside me, and my stomach began to miss the fatty lamb
I was offered to take on the road.”
“The local lamb turned
to be magic and warmed me up more than any modern clothes.”
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