Letters from Home.
Drawn stories.
Drawn stories.
Initially these were letters to my daughter but then they evolved into this book. This is the story of our partings.
A daddy longlegs of Eukaryotes was hunting for Mochnatytch's tail while the latter was waiting for dinner.
As usual Zazi seeped through a narrow chink, like a needle's eye, into the balcony.
Daddy said that we should wait for snow, and Zazi was waiting on the balcony the whole day.
Pan Pellet, Mochnatchych, complained about mom to Zazi,
because, while she had been cutting his pellets, she had cut his whiskers on one side.
