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- They were completely different, and if you were able to see it, you would not sell them.

- Better than with people, as strange as it may sound.

No one will give either a stirrup or a bridle.

The horse would now
That is like a dragon,
To dash away
In the capital of the beautiful Nara
Among the greenery of the marvelous.

- In short, was this guy a Buddhist, and he lived in the mountains, very high and went up there on a long a road, and then, out of nowhere, popping up from a guy on a horse right at him. Also Buddhist, maybe... Although I don't know.
May they both be Buddhists.
- Well, that, and the one on the horse, heading straight at first, so quickly that he had to get off the road to the horse trampled. Our entire dusty stands up and shouts: "Hey, what the fuck are rushing something!?". And that guy on the horse, says: "I don't know, ask my horse!".
- Ask the horse? Cool.
Exactly. Here it is, here, here. That face. And I had the same. This horse symbolizes all of our fears, trauma. It makes us rush so fast that we can't even answer one simple question - where am I in such a rush? Where are you running, Mike? Mike, you should start to control your life, it is time to take the reins while your horse threw you off the cliff.

- It was as you imagined? with curiosity I asked.
'Almost,' he suddenly giggled me in my ear. - But I thought... no, nothing.
- No, tell me! What did you think?
- I will not say you will laugh at me.
- I promise not to laugh. Tell me!
He smoothed down my hair, removing the curls from the ear.
- Okay. I didn't know that this can be done face to face. I thought you have to turn your back on me... well, you know, like horses...
A promise to keep was very difficult, but I laughed.
- I know it sounds silly, ' said Jamie in his defense. Just... well, you probably know that if in youth that sit on the head so hard.

No hour spent in the saddle can not be considered lost by the hour.

- Well, nag you! I'll give you a white Mare, hot, unbroken, like you!
- Ah, I will kill you crusade... Ah, ruin...

Old mistresses - as a decrepit horse. And you can not drive, and to leave sorry!

I believe in the sound of music and running horses. All other squabbles.

Dust, what do you see?
- Death...
If this is so, then, Ashes, show me the way. I'm afraid I have to go alone, there is no place for horses...

- More likely to break a horse than on a plane.
There's zero chance, as I do not sit on the horse.

It was a great horse... And perfect fate: we would not love him so if he hadn't died.