Griva

…I saw the sky with stars and the calm sea again. It couldn't be a dream. No, I wasn't sleeping! I was looking at Griva in the middle of the yard. I rushed like a madman and approached her. I stretched my hand a little more, just to touch her! I touched her! Griva! Griva! I touched her with both hands! She did not move at all. I brought my face close to hers. She licked my hands. Griva! My Griva! After hugging her tightly, I stroked her whole back with my hands. Then I looked at her carefully. Her legs had weakened and her ribs were showing. With trembling hands I lifted one of her legs and saw that it had no horseshoe! My barefoot Griva! Where have you come from, my barefoot Griva, so tired and weakened?