Character: Porthos. Page 5

You can not imagine, with as long as I'm here, I sometimes want to stretch your bones. Sometimes on Sunday after Church I am riding horses in the fields and meadows of my neighbors in the hope of getting some kind of skirmish, because I feel that I need this! But nothing happens, nothing happens! Either don't respect me, or fear that most likely...

- Athos! Athos? Porthos, where is Athos?
- Dear friend, Athos started drinking heavily. I heard a rumor that he becomes an inveterate drunkard.
- What!? No, he can't drink.
No one's allowed to drink...

Poor Madame du Vallon. She was not a very docile nature, but in the end, she put up with my habits.

I fight... just because... fight!

- Earlier we used to go faster.
But so early.
And perhaps since then something has changed?
- 20 years have passed...
- What?
- Our horses are aged.

The more I learned about women the more I become attached to the horses.