They always fight for starting place,
For it will gain the battle.
The only way to win the race
Is ride without a saddle.
All noble men that know a thing
And do it best indeed.
Are all descendents of the king,
Have grown with their steed.
Have learned it all from early days,
Along with style and manners.
On duty or on holidays,
It has become a banner.
No matter coat is white or black,
No matter what the markings.
They start to ride it bareback
And skill improves with practice.
They always fight for starting place,
And always try to make it.
The only way to win the race
Is learn to ride it naked.
что можно сказать на прочитанное… эмпатично воспринимаю прописанное… чувствую и понимаю о чем речь… на самом деле в жизни все так и происходит — истинное качество проявляется тогда, когда вживаешься в то, чем проживаешь… -«все фибрами души» есть же такое выражение… концептуально…философски… обсуждаемо…размышляемо…