4 ноября 2022 г., 17:41
"Animals are allowed?" she asked the funeral director. "Animals are allowed," he said, and told her that once a horse had come, and was led up the aisle so he could nuzzle his owner for the last time, seeking among her face for sugar cubes, breathing the just-cut hay of her hair, still feeling in his body the hot red Yes that jumped to her smallest commands. But "Let me go" was now the order, and what the body said was No.
