Chapter 14 rider's musings

In fact, nothing, but if you think about it, it is very tempting to run first in a rider's competition. As the best rider in the country, when the best rider is recognized, the band plays. Two days to regret it. Rivals, conspirators, and persons of considerable influence, the jealousy of which made our hearts ache as we welcomed the thronged congratulatory procession through which we rode towards the flat plain, which was soon empty, save for a few A leading rider is galloping towards the horizon.Some of our friends, eager to get out their lottery tickets, shouted triumphantly at us from far windows, but our best friends did not bet on our horses.Because they were worried that they might lose money on our horse, and they would be angry with us, but our horse ran first.And they didn't win anything, and when we came, they turned around and we had better look towards the stands.

The contestants walk back, firmly in the saddle, trying to see the misfortune they have encountered and the injustice of the race, and in any case they have been treated unfairly.They have a lively appearance, as if it had just been a child's play, bound to start a new rider's race. The winner smiles at the ladies because he is vain.He really isn't good at those endless handshakes, salutes, bows and salutes into the distance.The losers kept their lips shut and casually patted the necks of most of their neighing horses. Finally, the sky that had become overcast began to rain.