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