He told them that he was lost, and did not know where his land was, but horses under that side of the stars, who love poems more than neighing, they asked him what they looked like, he took a stick of wood crumbs, and a line in the mud a semicircle, and on its own he drew boats and men. He said, "On my way, I passed there, from the sea, and these waves that you see are horses." And men are her enemy. The women clapped at the time, the young men had words shining in their eyes, and one of them said, "But you didn't draw trees. Where are the trees!" The heart of the stranger beat