Balbinka

You’re probably not surprised.
Being the only option makes you feel pressured. I know. And in today’s fast-paced world, we already have a lot of pressure. I know that too.

Well, I’ll lighten the mood.
There is option number two.
This option stands here next to me, panting heavily.
The man takes out his cane and hits Balbinka, but she almost falls into the wall.

“How old is she? Is he 2 years old? Well, she’d give me some foals,” and she bares her few teeth, wiping her face with a torn leather sleeve.

Balbinka is 2 years old.
Option number 2, if you are not counted, is to go to the barn and give birth. No, there is no green meadow or even a box. There is a position. You stand there on a string for 15 years, stare at the wall and give birth.

And then?
And then, I’ll probably have all my gray hair, because it’s a long time, and I’ll come there again, because it’s her barn. I will take out my iPhone 5000, because such a model will probably be introduced, and I will take a series of photos of an old, sunken, bent from use squat with gray temples, staring at the wall.

And when you look at her then, some day in these 15 years, I know that despite everything you will recognize her as the 2-year-old pony you see today. She will only be older by these years on the rope, by these 8 foals, by the lack of hope and richer by the belief that it was not worth coming HERE.

But that’s many years away.
You don’t have to worry today.

Let’s go back to the barn.
Why does the elderly farmer need Balbinek? Yes, tradition says so. My father had horses, my grandfather had them. Well, he wants to have it too.

And this is the alternative.
Second. Better than a slaughterhouse.
Though..

Judge for yourself.
Either a man with a leather sleeve or a slaughterhouse. Well, or us. Me and you and on the other side of the screen.

If I say that we will take Balbinka, we must give $495 in advance for it by Monday at 12:00.

So can you handle the pressure?
And you’ll agree to be her only option?