Pliocene
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
brain
fickle
person
groups
the limited space
aquamarine
brown
horse unattended
tenderly
torso
environment
constant desire
careful
orientation
fawn
descendants
equestrian theater
sandy color
control
shade
jabe
chestnut
animal
minute
Mukhtarbek Kantemirov
foals
touches
portions
travel
dessert
Middle Ages
color
red-red
nomads
wild
Alexander
education
century
hair
Vladimir
riding
stallions
speak softly
horse stables
rider
Director
artistic
demonstration
sunburn
division
hands
koumiss
heavy
section
tradition
skin
Bucephalus
temperature
palm
encourage
Stuntman
oatmeal
food
head
Russian Trotter
Fire
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