About the book: 1896 / Zhenya was delighted. She came to the races for the first time, and the beauty of the races, the excitement of the crowd, the cheerful faces, the talking, the laughter, and finally, the wonderful winter day made her laugh uncontrollably, rejoice at everything and look at everything with that happy look when everything seems beautiful. She did not let go of Proletov, whom she held by the arm, and looked with a grateful look at her brother, who begged her mother to let her go with him. “I understand this,” said Proletov, a supporter of trotting racing: “this is a noble sport, you enjoy the real beauty of a horse’s running and do not worry about the possibility of disasters.” Here there is play, and pleasure, and benefit... - Yes, yes, - picked up Zhenya’s brother, who also preferred running to racing: - here neither necks will be broken, nor horses will be mutilated... Beauty, plasticity...