Horses photo biography

Horse club horse for the soul. I already mentioned it several times. There are such horses ... not for sports, not for demonstrations, but just for the soul. In ads about such horses, they still write "in good hands." Somehow coldly and fleetingly, these words are carried out before our eyes. And even if such horses are bought - they are immediately, modest, but nevertheless they will be checked in sports qualities.

At least once they will be allowed through a barber wand, they will raise it a little higher; They will try to teach how to bow or, at least, “hugs”. But sometimes it’s hard to imagine that there are such horses that you don’t even want to check. They are so small, warm and kind. And all, all these horses are associated with me with one delicate fluffy and bright baby Akbar. He seemed to personify them all together.

Such a funny, slightly harmful and still endlessly good-natured horse. He hit our stable from the village. They say they gave it to nothing. As I found out later, even then he had a brain tumor. But the children were not talked about. He was old. It was already sad from this. All overgrown, like a Siberian husky, red and thin. Now I look at his previous photos and I can’t believe that he was like that, because literally six months later this Kolobok could not be recognized.

Akbara did not saddle for some time and did not take it to class: he was given time to shoot and get better. In addition, he was too small and therefore it was difficult to find a light but experienced rider on him. Of course, you can’t put children on an unfamiliar horse. I got into this "happy" five, as I weighed a little and went for 2 years. It was then that I found out what Akbar is ...

Let's start with the fact that there was not a single saddle on our stable under the small size of this horse. Then, by some miracle, it appeared unknown from which the back room they got and even adjusted it due to foam pillows to the required size. But still there was a danger that this design could move out from the thin sides of Konyagi. And it's okay if everything had only been limited to this.

In our surprise and even to our misfortune, the horse turned out to be popped and nimble! In fact, I still do not understand where he was in a hurry, but, not, this “Mongolian horse” smashed us all this way ... as it was not seen at the races. He behaved perfectly. Personally, from my sensations, I realized that the horse on the mouth was sensitive and far from stupid.

To the right means to the right, to the left - it means left. But when the gallop began ... Even in previous classes, I saw how he carried away the girls from the field. And here I had to feel it. I sent him to the gallop, and at first everything was fine. However, we mercilessly catching up with the horse running in front of us. But since the speed was acceptable in his understanding, I thought that he would not want to accelerate and, without adding, went to overtake.

But as soon as I escaped ahead ahead, one of the newcomers wedged in front of me. The girl seemed to be shocked by the fact that she had galloped the first day. Thus, I could not stand in time for some horse in time and ran in parallel. I slightly panicked and shouted to the girl to let me in. God, such a frightened look like her, I have not yet seen, although I would have to be afraid of me, not her.

In these eyes it was read “What am I doing here? And then, something in Akbar clicked in his head ... It feels like a horse was replaced by me. Here he was Akbar still fled, but it is not clear who. The feeling that we were given a sharp kick from behind. A very strong starting jerk, the wind in the ears and the blurry image in front of my eyes is the only thing I managed to realize.

The next thought: Urgently on the volt, you need to turn it on a small circle! Usually we are so slowing down horses. But the fields were so picked up with pits and stumps that I thought in advance, through which shoulder and how safer I would fly in the event of a fall with a horse. But I underestimated Akbara! I repeat the “Mongolian horse” easily rushed in the area and was not even shaking me.

There was a feeling that I was riding an all-terrain vehicle on an all-terrain vehicle and, moreover, for some reason I was not going to slow down. The next thought, which came to my mind, was as follows: “It seems to have grazed herds in the village on it. Or the boys just rushed. But then ... he will not stop! And I thought correctly. What I just tried with him ...

And I got it on the volts and that I grabbed sin with my hands by the Trenzel - and the horse has a zero reaction. Where another horse would have soared and slowed down for a long time - he did not react in any way! As if I did nothing. The horse had some kind of veil in front of his eyes. Meanwhile, I was finally exhausted, and “to ride” I had to believe exactly half the field, this is a lot ...

Then I mentally prayed to myself and went out onto the path so that I would not break my legs on the stones once again. And here we gained full speed ... In such a situation about the staggering saddle, I thought only for a second. The blood was cast from the face, I was all white, my lips were dry, my fingers did not open, my eyes are in shock.Fortunately, we jumped safely without incident and injuries, and at the finish after five volts, he stopped normally, but the desire to ride on it was completely disappeared.

What is the funny thing, after this incident, no matter how much I looked at Akbara - I could not see in him the rope horse that he became under me. All the same plush cheeks, naive loving eyes and furry small legs. And how he was so worn on those buuse on which even a person stumbles - I still cannot understand! Winter came, then spring and summer ... He began to torment the terrible heat.

And we began to cut it with the whole stable. It was a special exciting and at the same time funny activity. Of course, no one usually agreed to cut him voluntarily, but from the outside it looked very touched. The horse stands on a leash, around it stands from four or more people, and hardly processed ... And their legs are knee -deep drowned in his fluff. Cuttled for several days!

And then our Akbar at least a little different from the bear and resemble a horse. And when we brought him to the river and atone - he generally shone with his fattened croup like a large pony.

But, unfortunately, this horse did not live long ... I have already mentioned his disease earlier. Six months later, his condition worsened sharply. The disease was more terrible than I could imagine. However, he could not eat either hay or grain at all. He swallowed and inhaled it all. They tried to treat him, but everything was in vain ... You know ... When a horse dies on the stable - three or five are crying on it, the rest just mourn for a while, and then calm down later.

And when Akbar died ... In my opinion, almost everyone cried. The only thing I can be proud of was our stable was able to provide him with a worthy old age. At least six months before death. You would never have forgotten these surprised shocked eyes of the horse, when an instant man around him was crowded and began to squeeze and feed him with carrots. And when we brought him pure sawdust to the stall - Akbar did not understand for a long time what to do with it and why we are doing this to him.

He stood knee-deep in these sawdusts, carrots were chewing in his mouth, children were scratching his ear, someone smoked him in his nose ... And the horse just looked around with a shocked look and I just can’t understand what he did. I thought then that he probably had never received so much love, delicious plentiful food and warm litter in his whole life. Moreover, he worked very little for us.

Carried the lightest loads. And the rest of the time was walking in the herd. Over time, the horse marked noticeably and became the soul of the company. Each time, at a convenient case, I recall him one of the most interesting qualities, which still sunk into my soul as the main feature of Akbara - his responsiveness, kindness and affectionate disposition. He never allowed himself to offend people, and especially children.

At any time, a small six -year -old child could take him by a piece of wool on his shoulder and bring him to the stable and get into the stall. And all the way Akbar did not dare to run away or resist. Probably, only after him I realized what the “spiritual horse; The soul of the stable. "