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 newt bit the tail of another newt instead of a worm.
Mochnatytch was again forgotten on the balcony.
A crow croaked louder than Zazi usually cries in the morning. Zazi refused further competition.
In the dark corridor Zazi played Siege Durak with two decks on her own.
Zazi wanted to bite Mochnatytch who was passing by,
but she couldn't suppress a yawn and Mochnatytch was left unbitten.
Cheerful Zazi passed by mom learning English, closed her dictionary and rushed farther.
Zazi punished herself.
Mochnatytch has learnt eating noiselessly
and ate a piece of cheese and a piece of sausage behind mom's back.
By the end of summer Thumbelina has settled on the balcony.
