horses are poetry. Why not crocodiles, stools or umbrellas? Where are the bicycles? Do you know why grooms are so robust? Because they drink the water left by their horses. That's better than penicillin. It's so odd. They compete. One wins the races today. Tomorrow they compete again. Another wins. Still another wins the day after. Why don't they get together and decide who's the best. Once and for all. Racing, racing! But why? Do they know? They do. We outsiders don't. Herein lies the relish and meaning of life. Mother! "As I walked I heard horses galloping on the easy track, and the clatter of the horses' hooves. Then suddenly, "He's fallen!" - cried the boys sitting on the fence. I climbed up a small stump and saw the whole picture: Gaily-clad jockeys galloping toward the winning post and behind them, a horse without a rider. And very close to me, the jockey, dressed in yellow, lay amid leafy birch-trees, his arms spread and his leg tucked under him. People were running toward him. The landau was rolling gently. They lifted him..." Wait a sec. What is it? After a while we'll do a turn - you and me. Mother and daughter. Horses and dogs. First time on the arena. "Come and see!" I'm fucking bored with this bullshit! Are they real pictures? I've showed the negatives. It's a wild-life preserve. What place is it? A huge ravine. That's a relict species. It's hard to snap them. Especially this specimen. - You mean they run away? - Yeah, and hide. They came into existence millennia ago. Men went hunting and women stayed in. Where were these pictures taken? In a wild-life preserve, in a big ravine. It's in the south, on the Crimean seaside. - Is it a girl? - No, it's a boy. Young boy. Archeologists found a relict skull, and called it a sivocterium. It has the brain ten times as heavy as the human one. And the skull is larger than ours. What do they eat? Do you call this a race? In olden times... To stake or not - there's no two ways about it. Why do you stake if you never win? I stopped thinking about it. The chain: horse - trainer -jockey, is very subtle and involved. If a horse doesn't see a whip, it doesn't feel the rider. It only has twenty-five percent of English blood. A good twenty-five percent, not only! Last year it got a dislodged joint. That was last year. I like all kinds of horses - thoroughbred or not. Salaam, the son of Caucasus! I'm so dull, have a poor memory and can't figure things out. Why is that? With no conditions set, I propose that you start working for me on the 1st. I collect rising stars. Thanks, but I can't leave the old man. I'm not an old man! I am sorry. Who'd believe that Kasyanov declined Amirov's invitation twice! You're a sucker! No, I'm not. I've a right to marry and be elected to government bodies. Okay, get married! Get elected! Stinker! Can you stake your life on it? - I'm no god. - I know you aren't. So you won't teach him a lesson? I'm just wondering... I'm just wondering if you'd vouch for it. Are you sure you can make Amirov's colts into Amirov's racers? Okay, let Bairamov's Persten win. I don't mind. Bairamov's stallion is not in good form. You know it. I don't mean that. Let anybody win, but not Amirov. What do you say? You decline? Yes. What shall be will be. Let the events take their own course. His popularity is faked and inflated. If a horse is agile and good-natured, and responsive to everything that's going on, and if it easily forgets about good and bad things, such a horse is sanguine. If some sorrow or joy dwells in the horse's heart for a long time, and so profoundly that it's oblivious of everything else... it has a melancholic temperament. May I do your hair? Some people are shocked when asked such questions. The reactions of others are beautiful. By the way, in 1887, the US Congress adjourned its session for the ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Мертвые дочери на английском - текст Карлсон вернулся на английском - текст Каратель на английском - текст Ганг Хо на английском - текст Мистер Блисс на английском |