It pressed its muzzle gently against the coffin lid, snorted softly, and seemed to sob. For a few minutes, there was complete silence — even the wind stopped.
Then, as if it understood that its beloved owner would never return, the horse let out a long, deep sound, like a mournful sigh, and struck the ground with its hoof. Many of those present couldn’t hold back their tears.
When the car engine started, the horse did not move away — on the contrary, it stood right in front of the hearse, blocking its path.


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