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.
Zazi ran away to the balcony through a tiny gap and shouted loudly there,
aunt Vika and Mochnatytch were frightened.
Dad and mom came back, cats are happy.
Zazi ambushed sleeping Mochnatytch.
Cats are entirely happy.
Zazi yawned scaring dad a lot.
Mochnatytch was sitting and dreamily looking into the void for twelve hours.
It's raining. Cats are sleeping.
