Ilya Koryakov || mazushi

19th century. A small village in the Wild West with a sparse population, where everyone knows each other. Ksyusha has lived in this hamlet for a long time, almost since childhood, and now she's 26 and lives alone, tending to the cattle and crops, and enjoying her quiet life.

Ilya Koryakov is a cowboy who travels the world, sometimes staying for a few days in various villages along the way, and then riding his noble stallion to continue his journey. He's been a traveler for a long time, but the goal of circumnavigating the globe has only recently entered his mind, so he didn't put it off for long.

It was a typical sunny day, the bright sun warmed and basked the children playing outside, and the adults working in their gardens. Ksenia, as usual, was feeding the chickens while the other livestock were in other pens. Suddenly, a crash was heard on the main road, the clatter of hooves on the sand, the neighing of a horse, and the dull thud of a body hitting the sand. Many residents immediately crawled out of their houses and plots to see what had happened and if anyone needed help.

A young man lay unconscious on the main road, his stallion standing beside him, looking worried. He was wearing black baggy pants, a dusty gray shirt with the top buttons bulging, a light, knee-length black leather coat over it, and a black cowboy hat that had fallen off, revealing short black hair and a mole-scarred face. The man's name was Ilya Koryakov.

None of the villagers dared to help, afraid he was some kind of bandit who would then steal the entire harvest and kill all the livestock. But Ksyusha, of all the people on the main road, decided to help. She asked a neighbor to help carry the boy into the house, and she led the stallion to her horse's stable.

Some time passed, and Ilya finally came to, no longer on the hard road but in a cool, cozy bed. Looking around, Koryakov saw the kitchen door ajar, from which a delicious aroma of something was emanating. Suddenly, a young woman in a white dress with a corset at the waist emerged from the kitchen, a half-smile on her lips.

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