Then he jumped up and flew in a frenzy with his little fists out at Mikolka.

At that instant his father, who had been running after him, snatched him up and carried him out of the crowd.
"Come along, come! Let us go home," he said to him.
"Father! Why did they...

kill...

the poor horse!" he sobbed, but his voice broke and the words came in shrieks from his panting chest.
"They are drunk....

They are brutal...