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ArtistOnce upon a time in the cold winter time I came out of the forest; it was bitterly cold. I see it's slowly going uphill A horse carrying a cart of brushwood. And walking importantly, in decorous calm, A man leads a horse by the bridle In big boots, in a short sheepskin coat, In big mittens... and he's as small as a fingernail!