During the funeral, a horse appeared from the forest and ran straight to the coffin: those present were shocked to learn why the animal was doing this 😱😨
On the outskirts of the village, a funeral was taking place, amid subdued weeping and the rustling of the wind. A wooden varnished coffin was already standing by the dug grave, the earth nearby was fresh, still damp. Several men were reading prayers, others were standing silently, their heads bowed. The atmosphere was lingering and mournful.
And suddenly, like a bolt from the blue, the silence was broken by the clatter of hooves. Everyone turned around.
A horse appeared from the forest thicket. Graceful, strong, with shiny chestnut hair and a white spot on its forehead. It ran straight towards the people, staring piercingly ahead. Panic seized those present. Someone screamed, others scattered. They thought the animal was wild, scared, perhaps even mad. Someone shouted that it could trample the grave, harm people – after all, the horse was racing at full speed.
But, paying no attention to the cries or the commotion, the animal continued moving – and suddenly stopped abruptly right in front of the coffin. Almost right next to it. Not a step further.
The horse stood as if petrified, not blinking, not moving. People began to slowly return, but no one dared to come close – the animal behaved too unpredictably. They tried to drive it away – with loud voices, hands, gestures. But the horse seemed not to see anyone except the coffin. It was not going to leave.
When it was time to say goodbye to the deceased, the horse did something that left everyone frozen with horror 😱
The horse bowed its head, whinnied softly, making a plaintive, drawn-out sound, like a call. And then it raised its front hoof and quietly knocked on the lid of the coffin.
First once. Then again. The people were speechless. The animal repeated the movement, as if trying to “wake up” the one lying inside.
She called. She yearned.
Someone whispered quietly, remembering: this is his horse. The only close “friend” he raised from a foal. They were close all their lives – the man looked after it, fed it, saved it from illness, walked it even in the most severe weather.
Now everything has become clear.
The horse didn’t come by chance. She felt it. And she came running… to say goodbye.
But what struck me most was that even after the ceremony was over, when everyone had left, the horse remained standing by the coffin, silently, with its head down. They didn’t take it away. It didn’t leave.
