Еэвэнг идээнийхээ оройд залж болох уу?!

1368 онд, эзэн суусан монгол цэргүүдийн эсрэг босох дохиогоо хятадууд еэвэн дотор нууж тараагаад бидний өвөг дээдсийг гэнэдүүлэн хядаж, Тогоон Төмөр Хаан амьд үлдсэн 60000 хүнтэйгээ амь зулбан зугтааж, Монгол нутагтаа эргэн ирсэн түүхтэй. Өвөг дээдсийг нь хядсаны баяр "еэвэн сар"-ыг, түүхээ мартсан өвөр монгол ах дүүс маань 1845 онд тэмдэглэх гэж байгаад асар эвгүй байдалд орж байсныг барууны хүн ийнхүү тэмдэглэн үлдээжээ:

"...Тэр цуст хувьсгалын тухай дурсамжнаас монголчуудын ой тойнд юу ч үлдээгүй бололтой тул, тэд одоо "Еэвэн Сарын" баярт өргөнөөр оролцож, өвөг дээдсийг нь дарсны баярыг, уг учирыг үл гадарлан, ийнхүү тэмдэглэж байдаг болжээ. Биднийг \хятадуудаас сонссон "еэвэн сар"-ын түүхийг\ ярьж дуусахад эдгээр монголчууд цочин балмагдсан царайтай болчихсон байв. Залуус нь хоорондоо шивнэлдэнэ. Нөгөө өвгөн, гашуудлын нам гүмд автаж, толгойгоо гудайлган суухад, нүднээс нь том том нулимс урсаж байлаа..." \Аббе Гюк-ийн дээр бичсэнээс\  "A vast conspiracy was formed throughout all the provinces: on the fifteenth day of the eighth moon there was to be a general massacre of the Mongol soldiers, who were billeted with every every Chinese family for the double purpose of maintaining themselves and their conquest. The signal for the massacre was given by letters concealed in the cakes which were on that day mutually interchanged throughout the country. The massacre was effected, and the Tartar army scattered in the houses of the Chinese was utterly annihilated. This uprising put an end to the Mongol domination; and ever since, the Chinese, in celebrating the festival of Yueh Ping, have been less intent upon the superstitious worship of the moon than upon the tragic event to which they owed the recovery of their national independence.

..The Mongols, however, seem to have entirely lost all memory of the sanguinary revolution: every year they take their full part in the festival of the Loaves of the Moon, and thus celebrate, without apparently knowing it, the triumph which their enemies heretofore gained over their ancestors… After we had been introduced to the numerous Mongols by whom we found ourselves surrounded, the conversation insensibly turned upon the festival of the Loaves of the Moon. …”In our western land”, said we, “this festival is unknown. Men there adore only God…

“ Oh, what a holy doctrine!” exclaimed the old man, raising his clasped hands to his forehead“. Tartars themselves, for what matter, do not worship the moon, but, seeing that the Chinese celebrate this festival, they follow the custom without very well knowing why”.

“You say truly: you do not, indeed, know why you celebrate this festival. That is what we heard in the land of the Chinese. But do you know why the Chinese celebrate it?”. Thereupon we related to these Mongols what we knew of the terrible of their ancestors.

Upon the completion of our narrative, we saw the faces of all our audience full of astonishment. Young men whispered to one another. The old man preserved a mournful silence, his head was bent down, and big tears flowed from his eyes…"/ хуудас 25, 26, 27, 28, “High Road in Tartary”, Abbe Hucs, 1948, New York, Charles Scribner’s Sons.