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 licked the floor on the balcony, sitting under the tabouret, hiding from dad,
who had criticized this action the day before.
Mochnatytch decided to have a ride on the elevator and,
on the sly, he ran away into the vestibule, but hesitated and the elevator swung shut.
Zazi waits for a heart-shaped vitamin after every injection.
Mochnatytch's throat singing rehearsal begins every morning at 7.30,
everybody thinks that he has achieved some success in this area.
