He galloped on a white horse with a noble, sharply delineated head. Next to them galloped penalty, tall and powerfully built stallion. Around them hovered puffs of steam. Efficiently avoided coniferous trees, and a few minutes later they stopped at a frosted clearing. The boy quickly took off his halter stallion's head and patted him on the neck. The horse galloped toward the opposite end of the clearing and quickly disappeared among the trees. This was repeated a few months ago ... when the snow melted and the grass began to be a lush green. Always returned after five days with a note attached to his leg piece of soft linen. They were the type of information: "Your horse has been fed, cleaned and had a good time." Or "I don't know who you are, stranger, but your horse must love you so much, as always comes back to you." And now, after so long a time, decided to write off. It was not anything special. But it always nearer to the aiming.
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