The Blizzard

by Vladimir Sorokin

“What kinda horse is it?” “Twice the size of regular ones.” “Twice? That ain’t much. I seen bigger’uns at the station. You see the new stable there?” “No.” “In the fall they builded a ginormous one. I heard tell on the radio how at the Nizhny market there was a cart horse tall as a four-story building.” “Yes, there are horses that size.” The doctor nodded seriously. “They’re used for extra-heavy work.”