The battle of Arabian horses by Eugene Delacroix

The battle of Arabian horses by Eugene Delacroix

Such horses Delacroix saw on the bank of an African river – smeared with mud, fiercely fighting, piled up. Now they are fighting in the stables – there is a roar of hoofs and wheezing. One bit the other by the neck, the mighty cereals gleamed, the bloodshot eyes squinted…

The grooms, sleeping in a corner in rags, woke up and rushed to somehow calm them down, to separate them. These ragamuffons are majestic, like the Romans. One of them wrapped himself in a rag, and she flutters like a toga. A stick in his hand is a wand, this is the belt of Jacob…

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