I'm a farmer. Yes, yes, in a skirt and with a braid. Not quite an ordinary girl. My morning begins with the smell of fresh earth, the cry of a rooster (not always appropriate for the hour) and the rustle of the hooves of my favorite horse.

She is my pride. Although, you know, to be honest, at first we didn't get along. She was stubborn, with a character, such... with wild freedom in her eyes.

She didn't let anyone near her. I approached her — she turned away. She got into the saddle — organized a little sabotage.

But one day something happened that turned everything upside down. It was a rainy evening. Greta got scared of a thunderstorm and ran away from the pasture. I, all dirty, on edge, ran through the fields with a flashlight, my heart pounding — not from fear for her, but from the thought that I might have lost her forever.

And then, on the very edge of the forest, I saw her — wet, shivering. I approached ... she did not run away. She just buried her muzzle in my chest. Since then — she is mine. Not just a horse. She is a soul with hooves, if I may say so.

I have always believed that animals sense us better than people. They do not care what you look like, how many subscribers you have and what your salary is. They sense the soul.

And you ... do you like horses? Or maybe you've ever dreamed of riding off into the sunset on horseback, like in old movies?
I'd really like to know about you. Who are you, what are you like, what warms your soul in the evenings, when everything around you freezes?

I don't promise to be perfect, but I promise to be real.

With an open heart, with the earth under your nails (sometimes) and with a huge desire to find a person with whom you can be yourself.😊

Perhaps I'll see your answer))
Let our little adventure begin. Maybe something very alive and important will grow out of it.🌾🐴