Nikolay Alekseevich Nekrasov. (№ 389318)

Under the brutal hand of man
Spindly, ugly skinny
Toiling horse is a cripple
Burdens dragging.
Here she staggered, and became.
"Well!" the driver grabbed a piece of wood
(It seemed to whip him a little) -
And it beat her, beat her, beat!
His legs somehow spread widely,
The whole steaming, settling back,
The horse sighed deeply
And was looking... (so the people you see,
Obeying wrong attacks).
He's back: on the back, sides,
And he ran forward, blades
And cry, gentle eyes!
All in vain. LACONCHA stood
All striped from the whip,
Only every blow was answered
The uniform movement of the tail.