This is a companion painting to another painting of Regina, "Steppe horse" (Ulyanovsk, 2019). These works formed the subject of the ideas of the poem AL (Agus Lex) "Horses":
The night horse, bridle not to their liking,
And her heavenly depths.
He wild berry and ugly
And She of herbs and silence.
He is the desert wind, a step of sabiti,
Entered accidentally into the circle of fire
And She's brooding caretaker,
Damp predawn haze.
It is a sad demon, stomp, whinny,
The cries of wild and the full moon,
And She - sad silence
in the silence staring out the window.
He is distant, even if close,
Even if warm and alive -
Like, almost fell silent under the gaze,
Looked - it already another.
And It is that close that far
Secret shy story
And sometimes it seems cruel,
Feels like yarn and feather.
Here they are, two horse, two weasels
Different, as in the confusion of the shadow:
He, She... the charm of the tale...
Breath sleep saying goodbye day.
(Agus Lex, 12.05.2019)
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