He had bought a horse. One with a beautiful pattern, gray and white back, front brown. It had fallen to him immediately. Now he rode ahead of them and, out of the city and the sea, where he took a ship across the sea. He arrived in foreign lands and worlds, traveled through areas he had never seen before, he would never see again. And he liked the diversity of the world, he liked all the people he met, they were friendly to him.
the evening he was always so tired that he fell asleep immediately and gave his happy dreams. And in the morning, he rode on, the sun's first rays, contrary to his hungry, rested and got ass, his horse water and oats. He knew that his journey would take a long time, the world and the life it seemed unlimited, inexhaustible. But would he be right?
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