shot himself on this day 80 years ago
Kindness to Horses
Hooves stomped,singing as they trod:--Grip.Grab.Rob.Grub.
Wind-fostered,ice-shod,the street skidded.A horse toppledOnto its side,and immediately,the loafers gathered,as crowds of trousers assembled up closeon the Kuznetsky,and laughter snickered and spluttered.--"A horse tumbled!"--"It tumbled -- that horse!"The Kuznetsky cackled,and
Published on April 14, 2010 07:52