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Prompted by: Cirque D'Hiver~Elizabeth Bishop
He bears a little dancer on his back.
Napoleon watch his partner cavort on the horse’s back. Every time he saw the Russian do his riding tricks, he was amazed. Today of all days, Illya did it with a blanket of snow, a winter circus perhaps as his backdrop.
He wondered where he’d learned such unusual skills.
another spray of artificial roses.
Magdeline, the owner of the ranch let the two agents stay there, offering them shelter when they’d been caught up in a sudden blizzard.
She let them in after they knocked at her front door, shivering from the cold. Maddy fed and clothed them as their city slicker clothes dried.
.
that pierces both her body and her soul
In payment for her hospitality, they helped her in the barns.
She saw the way Illya was with the horses and knew they touched his soul, as they pierced hers as well, and told him to saddle up and go for a ride if he wished.
He gladly obliged her...
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canters, then clicks and stops, and looks at me.
The chestnut mare touched something deep within Illya, drawing him to
cherished memories of long ago when he lived on the steppes with the
Kubanskiye Kаzaki.
The horse looked him in the eye, just as his horse Grom had. Old Mykola told him that had to be, between a Cossack horse and a rider.
we stare and say, "Well, we have come this far."
“Where did you get this horse?”
“Took some wrangling but I got him from Poland. He’s a Cossack horse.
“He is that,” Illya smiled, blessed to have ridden one again.
The agents left as the weather improved, Illya took time to say goodbye to another Kazak friend...
* inspired by chapter 20 “The Randomness of Life”
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