"Itaaak! Today, the horse with the nickname "Lucky" comes to the finish line! "

Horse racing - excitement, race, the smell of fresh slightly musky horse sweat and money, huge money. Bets after all are also one to a hundred!

Well, how not to succumb to temptation and not try to break the jackpot?

But what is the difference between jumps and our life?

We, as well as horses, rush forward, losing more and more sense of reality and seeing in front only the finish ribbon.

And something gradually disappears from us, from us, flows away, with every drop of sweat, even if sometimes metaphorical.

But what? How to understand, feel and bring back?

The largest, though very doubtful dance marathon starts.

He collects different people - acquaintances, strangers, cynics.

Music and movement under it the night away. Someone has already fallen, left the race, but is it so important?

No one notices the losses, everyone is in a hurry to win.

Only will the winner win a prize? Or is it important not to reach the finish line, and not be driven?

You know what they do with the fallen horses? Is not it?