{"id":1095,"date":"2026-05-01T18:27:37","date_gmt":"2026-05-01T15:27:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.kazkaland.com\/?post_type=kazka&p=1095"},"modified":"2026-05-02T00:28:52","modified_gmt":"2026-05-01T21:28:52","slug":"pryntsesa-i-yiyi-ulyublenyi-kin","status":"publish","type":"kazka","link":"https:\/\/www.kazkaland.com\/en\/kazka\/pryntsesa-i-yiyi-ulyublenyi-kin\/","title":{"rendered":"The princess and her favorite horse"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u23f1 ~5 min reading<\/p>\n\n\n

In a white castle with pink flags lived Princess Sonya. Everyone said she was a strange princess. Because more than silk dresses, more than gold bracelets, more than big balls with music, she loved her horse. His name was Grits.<\/p>\n\n

The horse was white as the first snow. On his forehead was a star the color of a thin crystal. His mane was soft as fresh hay in summer. His eyes were warm, dark, with long eyelashes, as if he had wisdom in him, which people sometimes lack.<\/p>\n\n

Sonya had known him since the day he was born. She herself had come to the stable as a little girl, seen the slender-legged white foal on the straw mat, and from then on they had been inseparable.<\/p>\n\n

She cleaned him herself. She didn't let the grooms do it \u2014 only herself, in the morning, with a soft brush, running it over his back, sides, and mane. She fed him from her hands \u2014 with a warm apple, a piece of bread with honey, carrots from her own garden. She whispered everything in his ear: about how sad she was, how happy she was, what dreams she had at night. And Hryts listened. Sometimes he nodded his head, as if he understood every word. And, apparently, he really did.<\/p>\n\n

The stone of the stable was warm from the sun. It smelled of hay, clover, and a little bit of honey from the beehives behind the stable. Sonya could sit there for hours and not get bored.<\/p>\n\n

"He's more of a friend to me than a horse," she told the Queen Mother. "He's not a vehicle. He's my heart.".<\/p>\n\n

Mom smiled and didn't argue. She herself had a friend like that when she was a child.<\/p>\n\n

But one summer something terrible happened in the kingdom. A messenger rode to the castle with gunpowder in his boots and told the king that there was unrest on the border - neighboring lands were threatening war. The king ordered an army to be gathered. And among other things - to take all the horses from all the stables. Because without horses, the army would not advance.<\/p>\n\n

A few days later, a commander arrived at Sonya's stables - tall, in silver armor, with a red plume on his helmet. He entered with firm steps, nodded politely to the princess, and said:<\/p>\n\n

"Princess, I'm going to get a horse. The king ordered it.".<\/p>\n\n

Sonya stood in front of the stable. Her back was straight, her shoulders squared, a mane brush in her hands. Quiet, but stubborn.<\/p>\n\n

"I won't," she said. Her voice didn't tremble.<\/p>\n\n

The commander was surprised. Usually princesses don't argue with orders. They cry, or get angry, or run to complain to the queen. And she stood there looking him straight in the eye.<\/p>\n\n

\u201cPrincess\u2026\u201d he began cautiously. \u201cThis is the king\u2019s order. All horses\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n

"I know," she interrupted quietly. "And I will obey. Only one condition: I will go with him.".<\/p>\n\n

\u2014 Where?<\/p>\n\n

"To war. Alone. Because I won't leave my friend alone where it's scary.".<\/p>\n\n

The commander was silent for a long time. He looked at the white foal, breathing softly in Sonya's back, with its muzzle on her shoulder. He looked at the princess herself\u2014so small next to the big horse, in a simple linen dress with rolled-up sleeves. And something inside him grew warmer.<\/p>\n\n

"Your Grace," he said in a completely different voice, "I will go and report to the king. Wait for the answer.".<\/p>\n\n

The king listened for a long time. He knew his daughter. He knew that to refuse was to break her. And a broken princess is worse than a lost battle. So he nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n

\"\u041f\u0440\u0438\u043d\u0446\u0435\u0441\u0430<\/figure>\n\n\n

"Let him go," he said. "Just let him go in front of the column. So that everyone can see: we are not going with anger, but with dignity.".<\/p>\n\n

So Sonya set out with the army. She rode on Gritsev in front - without armor, in a simple blue cape, with a scythe over her shoulder. Grits walked softly, evenly, as if he were carrying not a princess, but hope itself. The flags of the kingdom fluttered above them - white with a golden lily. The warriors behind looked at each other and whispered:<\/p>\n\n

"Look, our princess is coming with us.".<\/p>\n\n

"He goes because of the horse. Because he loves it.".<\/p>\n\n

\u2014 Then it will be easier for us.<\/p>\n\n

On the way, Sonya talked to everyone. With the soldiers, with the cooks, with the village children who came out to watch the column. She brought a quiet smile to every village, even though she was going to war.<\/p>\n\n

And when they reached the border, it turned out that the war was no longer a war, but negotiations. The neighboring lands saw the column, saw the princess ahead on a white horse without a sword in her hands, saw her good face, and sent parliamentarians. It turned out that an agreement could be reached. It turned out that no one really wanted to fight, they were just too proud.<\/p>\n\n

Sonya sat at the negotiating table with her neighboring king. Grits waited by the tent, quietly shifting from foot to foot. And when they signed the peace paper, Sonya said simply:<\/p>\n\n

"We came because I couldn't leave my friend behind. But it turns out everyone has a friend. Maybe we shouldn't separate anyone from anyone?"<\/p>\n\n

The neighboring king looked at her for a long time. Then he nodded and held out his hand.<\/p>\n\n

So the war ended before it began. The soldiers returned home singing. The commander rode alongside Sonya and one evening, by the fire, he said quietly:<\/p>\n\n

"Princess, I have served for a long time. I have seen many brave men. And the bravest one is today. Bravery is when you go for the sake of the one you love.".<\/p>\n\n

Sonya smiled and stroked Grits's warm neck.<\/p>\n\n

When they returned to the castle, Sonya herself took Hryts to the stable. She laid out a bed for him with fresh straw, sprinkled him with the best oats, and hung a new blue belt on the wall.<\/p>\n\n

"Now you deserve the best hay with clover until you are old," she whispered.<\/p>\n\n

Grits touched her cheek with his lips. Gently, gently, as only old, faithful friends can do.<\/p>\n\n

Grits lived in that stable until he was very old. His hay was cut fresher every day. And Sonya came every morning, cleaned him herself, and whispered in his ear the same things she always did.<\/p>\n\n

In the kingdom, they said for a long time: true victory is not the one where the sword is raised. But the one where, with a friend by your side, you are not afraid to go anywhere.<\/p>\n\n\n

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\u2728 True loyalty is being there for your friend even when it's scary \u2728<\/p>\n\n<\/div>\n

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