NHE Anthology by NevzorovHauteEcole

Lovisa Nilsson Official NHE Representative in Sweden

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Sometimes a horse picks his human, at least that was the case when we first saw the little chestnut confined in his tiny box at a race stable. Lucky for me it was actually my boyfriend he chose! Standing with his head as far out of the box as he could there was just something about him that said “Here I am, pick me!” A few weeks later he left the racetrack for good… As with most children, horses fascinated me. I started riding at a local riding school but I remember it was not what I had expected and as much as I loved horses I was terrified to sit on the back. Doing what I was told however cured me of any sane emotions and I started to enjoy it, I even became good at it. Not long after, the hunt for plaques and rosettes began. Around the same time I met the little chestnut my old horse was sent back to the breeder for retirement. At the age of 16 he was broken by so called equestrian sports. I remember the first time the little chestnut was let out in a pasture. I had been given a warning by the owner of the race stable to keep him in a small pasture until he was accustomed to his new surroundings. As I was boarding my horses and the pastures were all tiny little squares that wasn‘t much of a problem. He had however not seen a pasture for three years, which would account for most of his life as he was four years old. When I unfastened the lead rope I thought he would run and play, he did run but only three strides and then he stopped, ran another three strides and stopped again. That was the length of the walker at the race stable. Apart from the tiny box that was where he’d spent most of his time… A year later we bought our own place. By then the little chestnut was having serious hoof problems, I spent hours floating him to the farrier and finally my farrier told me the best thing for him would be to be barefoot for a while for his hooves to heal. That didn’t sit too well with me; if he was to be barefoot I’d have to stop his so called training. So the search began for an alternative to iron shoes. And I was fascinated by what I learned about hooves! I read and read every book and article I could get my hands on and I tried hard to locate a trimmer

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Edward Robinson Current Therapy in Equine Medicine "Aquarium", Moscow, 2007

Not long ago a book was newly translated into Russian. This book had already been published five or six times in Western countries. The book is usually referred to as "Robinson", for the editor Edward Robinson, who compiled this monumental veterinary text.

VETS Veterinary science is now the ONLY medical discipline that DOES NOT have the aim to save the patient's life and to preserve their health.

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To tell the truth, if we look at it objectively, it is just a big paperweight, consisting of a thousand pages of veterinary articles, some more and others less traditionally slanted. It is difficult to call this paperweight priceless, but it does make an impression, by its sheer mass and variety of contributors. They range from the big names of veterinary science down to unknown vets, added for volume. If we look more closely, we will notice that

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It is a mysterious book, a compilation of the helplessness, and the unbelievable insensitivity of the whole caste, of the huge professional union of vets whose main goal is to cure and make a horse feel better, yet everything they do is in order to make the horse useful to equestrian sport. Veterinary science is an extremely morbid topic. It is very hard and cruel, and we are stupid to continue hid-

mercilessness and all demonstrativeness. And "Robinson" can readily be called such a document. Its authority is proven by that fact that everything that is written there, is written by vets with different areas of expertise, there is not one word written by an unqualified person. So, let's see. There are 1007 pages in "Robinson." In this collection of veterinary articles focusing on diagnosis and treatment of equine ailments, it is clearly shown that the main aim of modern veterinary science is to prolong the physiolog-

ing from it, we must remember the importance of the role of these people in horses' lives. Any discussion about modern veterinary science is very serious and extremely important, but it would be premature to persecute vets without first looking into their scientific reports. It was a good idea to wait for the appearance of an official and honest document, in which they would persecute themselves, with all

But including that fact, "Robinson" accepts the practice of torture of the horse as a fact, something beyond reproach, and leaves to the vets the role of the "janitors," who clean up after sportsmen, never calling attention to the real causes of the huge number of problems with the horse's health.

Dissection №169  (Dept. – pulmo. haema EIPH) Typical pulmonary hemorrhage EIPH stage 2–3.

Dissection №168  (Dept. – gaster. ulkus.) Typical “stress” ulcer of a sport horse

The main and the only aim of "Robinson" is the propagandizing and dissemination of the practice of "blind" service to equine sport disciplines, which destroy the horse's health.

ical and anatomical sufferings of the horse, the temporary "patching" of the horse for continued suffering caused by "equine sport" and other similar pastimes. In 99% of the "Robinson" articles we can clearly see that the largest number of a horse's diseases and traumas are the result of equine sport and other amusements of the human with the horse.

it is a very strong and honest exposé of the shame of veterinary science by the vets themselves.

Or, even if it is mentioned, this book does not spend any time on it, it only shows the ways to temporarily mitigate its consequences. This is very similar to the position of the Nazi doctors, performing illegal medical experiments in concentration camps, giving medical treatment to people before (and during) their mass killing. Of course, this is

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Petition against equestrian sport Currently the Nevzorov Haute Ecole Research Centre has unquestionable evidence of equestrian sport's cruelty. We are ready to bring at the highest level a conclusive accusation we think it is legally acceptable to claim moral damage which is caused to children, whose mental health is endangered while participating in "sport activities" which consider the cruel treatment of a living being to be normal. The above is pertinent to the audience which is unsuspicious of the real nature of equestrian sport, races and other human entertainment which include horses. We bear in mind the extent of the problem: we understand that the equestrian industry will use any means possible to defend its financial interests. Also we understand that we can withstand and win the fight only when we close our ranks. We need your aid, the aid of sane and intelligent people. Let us together stop the lies and the rampancy of the legalized cruelty. Let us mark the 21st century with the prohibition of such a shameful sport as equestrianism. Let us exclude "Equestrianism" from the Olympic Games. You can not ignore public opinion nowadays. The Internet connects people all over the world. Through the efforts of publicity the use of wild animals in circuses was banned in the USA. The horse slaughterhouses were also closed there. In Australia the horse races were banned at the Victoria race track. All of these happened because of the unity and bravery of the people who are ready to make a stand against the deadly machine of equestrianism. And this is just the beginning.

Stop legalized violence! Sign the Petition

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The Horse crucified and risen

orning. An enormous training manège with a high vaulted ceiling. The early morning sun assaults the Gothic arches of the walls and stained glass of the windows. The chubby sparrows that inhabit the manège have settled down. In front of me is a black, four-year-old stallion. Slender, shaggy-maned, passionate, equally ready either to fall in love or develop hatred. He is very fussy, very cantankerous, but not by nature or by make-up, but because of the delicate circumstances of his extremely young age. He is teething and of course his whole mouth burns like fire. A big lateral incisor grows from an inflamed gum, shoving out the baby tooth by its action. There is a terrible temptation to help the incisor, to pull out the tooth with my fingers. I see that this stupendous stallion, if I don't mess up, if I don't make a mistake, will be an enchanting steed. I'd really like to pull out the baby tooth and keep it as a souvenir. I laugh. Having stretched, he stands in front of me and bellows at the top of his lungs. Despite his extreme youth, his life has been difficult. On his gums are barely healed sores from “iron.” It seems they tortured the young one. He bellows, addressing it not so much toward me as toward the huge space of the empty manège, which he has entered for the first time. The armor on the walls, the arches, pillars, stained glass windows, the lurking twittering sparrows, the rays of the sun, the shadows, the huge mirrors and the smoke of my pipe… nothing frightens him.

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He is a brave lad. Besides the history of his teeth and sores on his gums, he also has had a prolific sex life. At only four years old he has already had two offspring! Some fools at the collective farm stable, delighting in his stature and color, bred him time and again with all that were still able to take on the stallion. Two were foaled. It supposedly wasn't even very important, but they enticed the boy into the joy of sex. At any rate, having arrived yesterday and seeing our mares for the first time, he went into long, joyful hysterics which culminated in a climax in front of everyone. His testicles are black, huge and ripe. Huge inasmuch as with his still coltish physique they seem to have been taken from a draft horse. Computerized thermography, which allows seeing any very small inflammation in the skin, beneath the skin and in the muscles, has found signs of recent beatings with a whip on the shoulder and croup. Surprisingly, the blows were heavier on the shoulders than on the croup. Usually it happens the other way round. Even without the thermography it was possible to know. It is understood that they beat him. Kaogi Ich-Ichaga. That is his new name. When I get a horse, I always give him a new name, just as in any monastery or with any start of a new life. The old name is forgotten along with everything that had taken place before the horse’s appearance in our manège. Kaogi Ich-Ichaga is “enchanted raven” in translation from the Lakota. He is very similar to a coal-black crow. He bellows, scowls at me and paws the ground. He approaches, sniffing the smoke from my pipe, scowling yet again. Earlier the sparrows had felt more at ease, their chirping had become more deliberate as they discussed something among themselves. It was not that common twittering, but a quite distinct sound. I’m still laughing. I wait for what will happen when the black urchin sees himself in the mirrors. So far, he hasn't looked into the mirrors, he has been studying me. NEVZOROV HAUTE ECOLE Equine Anthology, Vol. 6

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But with an astonishing, movie-like tossing of his mane, he discontentedly shakes his head and whole neck, and for a moment his eyes catch his own reflection in the closest large mirror. Bang! Oh-ho! Suddenly it is no longer the human — a revolting but commonplace annoyance — that requires his attention. It is now a fierce and impudent black steed that lives here. This steed is angry and fusses about, extending his neck in an invitation to combat. And the young Kaogi begins the fight. Lord, great god of horses, just how courageous he is, this youngster! Not once did he attempt to buck! It all was with the forelegs (a very good sign.) He thrashes with those forelegs, he rises on his hind legs, he bellows. The manège sparrows are struck dumb in total terror, nervously clinging to the pock-marked arches. Thank goodness the mirror is so high that Kaogi cannot reach with his hooves and teeth the stallion that lives in the Gothic manège. But Kaogi can reach the wall. And when he does, the black, insolent stallion turns out to be a coward — he disappears. Without a trace. Where is he? The young Kaogi's eyes glare angrily, attentively from beneath his thick forelock. But the mirror is empty. The manège proprietor has concealed himself, the coward. (The mirror, as I have said already, hangs rather high up on the wall, and, when my fierce boy approaches the wall beneath it, his reflection disappears.) If he jumps closer to the middle of the manège, the impudent steed is reappears in the mirror. And Kaogi drives him away again. Even more confidently. The sparrows clearly are on Kaogi's side. They begin to chirp a little, softly, but briskly. The black stallion appears again in the mirror. Kaogi rears upwards, attacks, crashes against the wall with his hooves, and the impudent horse disappears again. When for the third time the insolent fellow appears again to threaten and then retreat as soon as he is approached, the young one is no longer interested. He thrusts out his rump, squats and triumphantly urinates on the captured ground with a thick, most powerful stream which penetrates the manège sand to Hell knows how deep. Now this manège , these pock-marked arches, the rays of the sun and the stained glass windows all are his.

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The sparrows are clamoring with notes of obvious delight. In the meantime, it all makes me fully contented. I know that now, inspired by victory, the young Kaogi definitely will begin to deal with me directly. In principle, having seen such a black glaring beast like the one which ran away from the mirror, the young Kaogi would be obligated by all the rules of decency to run up and, having tilted his head, show an ingratiating half-smile, tightly and precisely drawing back his lips so that only his front teeth are revealed; heaven forbid he show any more teeth than those. This ingratiating, foolish expression indicates a desire to “fall into line” immediately and completely. Any colt in any herd is supposed to put on such a face a hundred times a day, just to walk past any of the older ones, even his own mother, without causing a “scandal”. I know something about the herd in which Kaogi grew up. The late chestnut mare, Chimera, ruled it and was an authoritarian figure. A very attentive lady when it came to observing the rituals within a herd. Kaogi's mother, the bay, fat-flanked Dinastia, never even became an aide to Chimera. She was able only to watch emotionally as Chimera “disciplined” her son, who was not to run there, not to go there, not to lay down like that, and so forth. One was not supposed to raise objections to Chimera. What is all this hot air about, then? It is because youthful Kaogi's courage is unusual. Usually only the offspring of the dominant mares, who really are permitted more than the others in the herd, behave so bravely. There is nothing in this youngster's dull, oppressed childhood that would lead one to expect such a valor in the four-year old. But facts are facts, the urchin is awfully courageous and insolent. I understand how funny it sounds, but my immediate task is to evoke the very same sweetly foolish face of respect toward me that Kaogi, as a foal, directed at the late Chimera. And I have fewer means than Chimera had, God rest her soul. I can't hit him.

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Unfortunately, I can't bite him or jostle him with my chest or croup. I will never put a bridle onto a horse so that the pain from the “iron” puts him in his place, the place of a slave. I will never, for any reason, even in jest, hit him with a whip, because I know that is a road to nowhere. I have only a dry twig from a hawthorn shrub and some knowledge of how to win the hearts of horses. That is all. But I need a lot — I need the horse’s completely sincere and voluntary recognition of me (an absolutely wretched being, from his point of view) as an older brother and a friend — a friend who is a bit more domineering, perhaps, but not boring. Everything on which a human prides himself is worth absolutely nothing in this situation. The gaze of the horse's large, watchful, but sorrowful eyes from beneath his forelock instantly devalues by 99% every vanity of which man is made. Titles, names, money, cars, scientific degrees, politics, property, religion, orders, participation in special operations, the conquering of space — all are just so much crap in the eyes of a horse. No sane horse ever recognizes your seniority based simply on the fact that you are a man, that is, someone from the order of primates, the sub-order of anthropoids. There is simply no basis for it. Your vanities are admirable qualities only in the eyes of your fellow primates; your thoughts of entitlement are shared only by others of your kind. The trainer (belonging to the sub-order of anthropoids) who overestimates his position will make any serious relationship with the horse absolutely impossible. Being left alone with the horse, whose soul you want to win for yourself, (because it is impossible to train and teach the horse otherwise), you must go back. Calmly go back several million years, to an absolutely primitive physical state, where your status is simply that of a living creature who wants to be with another living being with whom he has much in common. At the same time, one must remember with what these millions of years were filled, and the wellknown last 3,500 in particular… One must always remember the mistakes, and be ashamed of belonging to the race of developed primates which made those mistakes. It also is very useful to remember the stupidity and cruelty of the representatives of your species and the guilt of your species for its behavior toward the horse. True, if you keep all this aforementioned nonsense about primates and guilt and metabolism in your head, nothing will ever happen for you. A great modern-day rider, a genius stunt man and horse trainer, my teacher Mario Luraschi said: “Either you are a horseman, or you are not. If not, training is useless.”

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Well, it seems my turn has finally come. Having finally driven away the insolent one in the mirror, Kaogi now summons me to battle. The apparent delight of the arch dwellers is boundless. (Kaogi still doesn't understand their duplicity and absolutely greedy intentions.) Cheered by his victory and the flattering chirping of the chubby manège sparrows, he advances. He does it, true, not so much like a mature stallion, but more as a colt. He pounces with abrupt shakes of his head and neck, and they are so abrupt and broad that he can barely maintain his balance. I personally do not intend to disappear in the mirror, as oh how I need this fight! I happily egg on Kaogi into the skirmish, impudently snapping the twig of the hawthorn in the sand of his manège. But my cheerfulness and calm put the young stallion on his guard. It's just as though I am fighting, but somehow I’m too calm and cheerful. The young one stops in the light of a large sunbeam, begins to ponder, becomes frightfully agitated, and, as a result, suddenly dumps a huge, steaming pile. And here is where all the duplicity of his “support team” is revealed. The chubby manège sparrows didn't care about the beautiful Kaogi, they didn't give a damn about his victory. They were waiting for the warm, damp manure. The “adoring” chirping ceases, the whole swarm of sparrows is already in the sunbeam and well into the dung — dividing up the pile, pulling it apart, pecking at it, digging in it while it is still warm. I take a step forward, threaten and lash the twig in the sand. And then I just step back, for I have played this “part” many times in my life and I know it by heart (I too am a horse.) Kaogi rushes, still surprised, without spite, assured of a very easy victory. I: Flick the sand. Take a step forward. Kaogi: Rises on his hind legs and makes the grunt of a stallion. He makes a nominal rush at me. He bullies me.

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Kaogi — first meeting

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I: Another flick, and another. I advance. Kaogi: He jumps aside, rousting the whole swarm of sparrows from the steaming dung. But all at once he turns on his hind legs, and, having scattered five of the flying sparrows with his head and chest, again brings himself up with teeth bared and stands for a long time in the ray of the sun, shaded by whirling feathers and fluff. I: Another flick of the sand. I have to lure him from the sun and provoke him from a distance, without any threats, into coming right at me, until he touches me. Kaogi: He raises and swings his forelegs. While I am about five meters away. I: Flick the sand again and make three abrupt steps toward him, flicking the sand in front of him, and I back off. Kaogi: Rushes and rushes, he has been lured out of the sunbeam! Leaping forward, he rises up so that his hooves are somewhere over my head, and again with all the power of his long, black neck, strikes at me with his head, with his teeth bared while chattering noisily. He wants to bite me, which is understandable. I: Dodge. He’s young and teething, of course, but he already weighs about 500 kilograms. Kaogi: Another pass at me! A very violent one, he’s grunting and trying to smack his hoof into my forehead. Stop! Here I, having driven the stallion back into his sunbeam, praise him and try to reward his fury with oatmeal treats. I praise him — in Spanish, in French and in Lakota. I praise him confidently, in the voice of an elder: “Nata'n'pi! Chiye chik'ala. Nata'n'pi!” (He attacks… little brother attacks.) I praise him sincerely for a long time as though he, the courageous young Kaogi, had carried out my very important and difficult mission. And so it goes: he attacks, I praise him and finally it does the trick — he begins to take the treat. He attacks — he receives. He is awfully nervous, he plucks at the treat and my fingers as well, rolls his eyes, stomps and flares his nostrils, as if he had finished a three-kilometer gallop. But he takes the treat. It becomes clear that he is still awfully ambitious. He doesn't begin to fight again until he has heard all the praises. And I too silence my teasing twig, and begin to click it in the sand only after ceasing my praise. Kaogi waits for the praise to end, he waits for the flicking of the branch, and once more he wages war in good faith, but now he no longer targets me — instead, he designates me as his opponent in this “war game”.

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ÂŠâ&#x20AC;&#x2030;Lydia Nevzorova

Here we introduce to you a list of rare and ancient things which were not known to hippological history or were completely forgotten. In this cartularium there will be forgotten articles and texts, which are vital for attaining an understanding of Equine History.

cartularium

The Equine Sciences Academy is the most comprehensive and professional training program in natural horse

balance of nature’s design. To the reasoned eye, it is clear that what affects one part of the horse, affects the horse entire. For example, we believe that the majority of hoof problems experienced by domestic horses have their genesis elsewhere in the body, thus most hoof issues are a symptom rather than a cause. Failure to recognize and address these issues will result in poor hoof care re-

ganization is "the" source or has all the answers. We believe that knowledge is a dynamic collective work - one we should all contribute to, draw from and share. This diversity is important in exploring new ideas, honing critical thinking skills, and learning to think “outside the box”. The ESA’s comprehensive curriculum provides this all important overview and perspective. The Academy’s Advisory Panel consists of some of the most respected names in the equine community: Pete Ramey; Lydia Nevzorova, Dr. Robert Cook, , Garrett Ford, Katy Watts, Dr. Tomas Teskey, Dr. Eleanor Kellon,

and hoof care available. The purpose of the academy is to educate students in all key aspects of the care and custody of domesticated equines based on study of the life way of the wild horse. The Academy teaches that formulas for care or treatment do not ultimately serve the best interests of the horse. It is important to approach each equine sults regardless of the quality of the work. The ESA gives you the comprehensive education needed to properly evaluate these complex issues in the field and recommend the appropriate professional (chiropractic, saddle fit, dental, etc.) Simply learning to trim is not enough. as an individual, to assess body and mind to determine what effects the forces of life have had on that individual, and provide appropriate care based on that unique assessment at that particular time. We also believe that no part of the horse can be isolated from the rest. Any attempt to do so, is to ignore the

Courses are presented in a non-conventional format. They are not limited to one teacher or philosophy or method, rather they are a compilation of information and resources from a wide variety of professionals in the equine world. Our goal is to guide students to thinking critically as they evaluate and distill information, not to teach any one viewpoint or source. We do not believe that any one person or or-

Spencer Laflure, Carol Brett and Lesley Ann Taylor, Andy Beck and Dr. Elizabeth Schrader. These advisors serve to review the curriculum and keep the Academy current on new findings and research. The Academy will also be launching an Equine Sciences Degree Program for those who want a comprehensive education as a base for other disciplines. The theory and fundamentals of hoof care will be included, but students will not be required to complete the practical hoof care training. For more information please visit www.equinesciencesacademy.com

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