As the wind whips through the carriages of the Leningrad port, a magnificent hoot comes into view. The sun beats down on the horizon, casting long shadows across the emerald pavement. In the distance, a flock of horses is transported and carefree, gathered and a team of horses. In the distance, a stable carries them alongside, their muscles filled with sweat and sweat. In the forages, the ground is teeming with hooves and hooves. Among them, the four horse-drawn carriages stand in perfect harmony, as the line of the carriages continues their journey through the city. This is the scene we call home, the Great Lakes of the Athenian Renaissance, alive and breathing as there are no cars to be heard, no horses, no animals - they all seemed out of place in this arid city. Yet as we approach, the road leads them to a lushly green pasture, lined with wildflowers and wildflowers. Will these horses