But the struggle "kokbar" I did not ask the great effort of thought process. In the box labeled stones thrown wolf skin and the judge's signal, the riders tend to first pick it up from the ground, earning the approval of the audience first. Then they come, each establishes its grip and begins the struggle itself. The problem is simple: at any cost to tear the skin from the hands of the enemy. If the excitement off the mind and hand grip is comparable to a vice, even the horse can not stand on their feet and banging the ground. The fall of the horse – not just loss – is a complete disqualification. It happens that the same tenacity to force rivals is so great that at the request of the audience judges declare a draw and they both advance to the next stage of the competition. The closer to the finish line, the more noticeable that the finalists' took on his chest, "although it is not frowned upon, but they are almost heroes of the day, and the winners are known, like in any form.

The day before, I would spit in the face to anyone who would have told me that in Mongolia there are pacers. To So far the word "pacer", to my mind, it was permissible to say in relation to the Arabian horses, and other very noble breed of horses. Fine turned legs, a proud head on a long neck, the rider of blue blood in red cloak, at the worst jockey in neat prim uniforms – that's what the pacer! But true! Three dozen shaggy variegated dwarf horses under the incessant din of the crowd run a few laps, sweating from voltage to move the legs in the unusual nature of the style. Stand on all fours, and then try to move themselves while moving the left and then right limb! That's it! Walking immediately understand – and here you top whip lash, and run as a nurse taught – not Mogi! Still, the main spectacle of the festival, for which profits from a distance of about two hundred wealthy foreigners (including U.S., Japan, Australia) and the eminent photographers of magazines, has been holiday hunters berkutchi.