home
Pretty awesome
I was a tarpan. There was a whole herd of us, and we raced across the steppe, leaping over hills and ravines. The earth flew under our feet, and we were free from it, from the earth, and from the sky, getting cold over our heads, and from boring duty to return home to the stable.
We didn’t have a home, we didn’t have anything worth treasured on earth. We flew between the steppe and the sun, incinerating each other with the eternal heat of love, and maybe hate. We flew between two lights, like an arrow shot after us, or a bullet flying towards us. And at sunset, when, exhausted, the sun and the steppe were leaning towards each other, we alone did not feel tired. Continue reading
jabe
Russian Trotter
koumiss
the limited space
constant desire
nomads
fickle
travel
orientation
Alexander
red-red
horse
foals
dessert
Bucephalus
horse unattended
Vladimir
horse stables
century
fawn
demonstration
Middle Ages
portions
division
tradition
Fire
wild
aquamarine
oatmeal
education
temperature
tenderly
minute
hair
speak softly
control
skin
hands
shade
head
brown
environment
artistic
descendants
stallions
Stuntman
color
person
equestrian theater
groups
rider
torso
section
sandy color
sunburn
touches
Mukhtarbek Kantemirov
heavy
palm
food
riding
encourage
chestnut
animal
careful
Director
brain