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.
By starlight Mochnatytch relished "Toblerone", which was won by David on the wheel of Fortune.
Zazi behaved very lively the whole evening, because parents swore not at her.
Cats welcomed a butterfly, flown out of the Elbrus tea.
"Mochnatytch got out from under the bed, it means, the thunderstorm has ended, it's a sign" said Zazi.
Mochnatytch was happy feeling the already forgotten taste of Dutch goat cheese, and Zazi first tried olives.
If Mochnatytch has cheese in his stomach, he purrs much louder, even Zazi can hear him.
Zazi came to lie near dad; dad said that she had to catch the fly. Zazi attacked it without thinking...
but missed and didn't sadden, she just returned to her desired place.
Walking along the edge of the desk,
Zazi saw that Mochnatytch was committing a completely unjustified act of vandalism.
While mom was running after Zazi with kefir, Mochnatytch committed a burglary and stole a French donut.
Cats had revised all pictures about themselves, and Mochnatytch felt infinitely ashamed,
but Zazi said that she is a star, well, a first-class star.
