Book: Wolfhound. Istopic-stone

He with all haste rushed to the stable and posedel horse with shaking hands. Uncle Harrell will give him the letter from Heresy, he immediately read it... and will read again and again the whole winter, every time proofreading something new, just not understood, not seen... the Bridle, a piece of fluffy fur elastic on the back, colored felt, saddle!.. It's always waiting, waiting, waiting. And suddenly what I was expecting, coming swiftly and suddenly, and it turns out that you almost missed, and we must make haste to run to catch quite hopeless!