Еще одна пропущенная фотография из летних материалов.

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Пока krukger пытается скачать желаемое, я копаюсь в фотографиях.

Это mielga с Туманом.

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Поздравляю себя еще раз, я выполнила норматив 2 разряда по выездке=))))))))))) Ура!!!!!!!=))))))))))

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Вчера мы с Лерой стояли в очереди в Детском мире. Пришли мы туда зимой. Потом Лера ушла фотографировать свою маму, которая каталась на коньках на Красной площади, я достояла до кассы, а когда вышла на улицу, волоча пакет с бумагой, уже была весна.

А сегодня перевозили (все перевозили, я мешалась) Дарлика, Ру и Рыжика на новую конюшню. Очень похоже масштабами и атмосферой на старый добрый клуб "Реннен"... узкий проход, низкие потолки, маленькие денники - правда, стеклянная крыша и крашенные белым двери и решетки несколько разбавляют картину. Зато сходство с "Ренненом" усиливается компанией - один конечек и двое людей, будущий берейтор Рыжика и бывший берейтор Дарлика (и тренер меня...), тоже оттуда. Было высказано ощущение, что как будто все вернулись домой.

А это так, один мохнатый :) из "Всадницы". Он дремал и только изредка поднимал на меня глазки и ушки, когда я шевелилась. Чтобы не будить его, пришлось фокусироваться вручную.


Счастливой весны.

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All my life I have been horse crazy. I could go on for hours talking about horses with countless stories from the past five years. Out of all the horses that I’ve met over the years, however I truly bonded with one particular horse. The event took place last spring when my heart was broken by a baseball player and a horse named Nantes came to the rescue. I was in love with the baseball player for two years. My feelings were strong, and I knew I had to tell him. I felt nauseous, with my heart beating about a million miles per hour, and the palms of my hands sweating. I was really nervous. He was sitting with his friends, when I came up to him, “Can I talk to you for a minute?” The baseball player got up and we walked over to the side. I looked into his beautiful brown eyes, and his gorgeous smile, and I couldn’t believe what I was about to do. “Hey, I’ve been meaning to tell you something since last year. I think you are a great guy (he smiles), and, well…..I really like you,” I said with my face most likely bright red. He paused a little, then the baseball player said to me, “Alright, we should hang out. I’m gonna have to get your number sometime.” “Okay……I guess……I’ll see you later then,” that was all I could get out of myself without screaming and jumping for joy. I was on cloud nine. A week and a half later he got my number, nothing happened. Three weeks after I told him I realized that nothing was going to happen. My heart was shattered in a million pieces. I felt alone. I was scared. I imagined that I was going to spend the rest of my life alone, and I had no one to whom I could turn. That weekend I went to visit my horse Nantes. As I got out of the car, the familiar smell of horses filled my lungs, the kind of smell that usually only horse people appreciate. The sound of horses munching on the hay made me feel at home. I heard a soft whinny from Nantes. He was out and about in his sandy corral which needed a paint job done to the fence. I ran over to him. I gripped the cold, green chipping fence and climbed over. What happened next was unbelievable. He looked down at me with his big, brown, soft and really kind eyes, where I really got lost in them. Nantes’ back was covered with dust from rolling all morning. His black mane had pieces of hay stuck in it, but he didn’t care. The pain from my heartbreak was there. He felt my pain and sadness. As he came closer to me, I could feel his breath. Nantes placed his head on my shoulder, as I started crying. I grabbed his very long, but soft neck, and I just stood there crying. He stayed with me and wouldn’t leave my side. The horse that cares about his hay more than anything else, stayed with me. I started talking to him, “Nantes, I’m scared; I’m really, really scared. I don’t want to be alone. I want someone to love me, someone to care for.” He must have understood something, because he pulled me closer to him with his head as if to say, “Don’t worry; I’m here for you. I love you.” Then, Nantes started making funny faces. He would pull out his tongue and do weird movements with his jaw. He wanted to make me laugh, and it worked. He also tried to eat my old basketball shoes. They were so old, the shoes slid on the court insteadof making squeaking noises. Nantes also enjoyed rubbing his big, long, brown head against one of my legs. I think he enjoyed seeing me laugh. That day in the spring I had my heart broken for the very first time. I now knew exactly how much heartbreaks hurt. I also realized how close Nantes was to me. I knew how strong our bond really was because of that one moment. When I was completely broken and, Nantes knew exactly what to do. To this day Nantes takes care of me. He greets me with his soft whinny, and he still lets me cry in his mane.

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Как прекрасен наш мир))А особенно его животные.!Такие как лошади)они просто очаровательны.Они быстры и весёлые,они сильние и красивые,одним словом они уникальны.И мы люди так их любим.Мы готовы жизнь отдатЬ лижбы Быть с ними....

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Как прекрасен наш мир))А особенно его животные.!Такие как лошади)они просто очаровательны.Они быстры и весёлые,они сильние и красивые,одним словом они уникальны.И мы люди так их любим.Мы готовы жизнь отдатЬ лижбы Быть с ними....

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Полчаса назад выползла на улицу, поймать последний на сегодня свет.

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Заметка о жизни: хорошо. :)
Наименее отдаленный от сейчас повод для радости - возобновление душеспасительных поездок. (И все-таки я не понимаю, почему меня там терпят, но очень рада, что так).
А вы знаете, что в песне "Лесной олень" звучит бас-флейта, а в песне "Млечный путь" (кинофильм "Большое космическое путешествие", 1977) - терменвокс? :)

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Зима, смерзшийся грунт, манеж...

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