Do you want to hear the first review of your book? I left it lying on a table. I suddenly look over and Tutan has it open; he’s walking around the room, measuredly assessing it.
It was winter. There was mud
A gypsy was born
It is winter, there is mud
The gypsy is already dancing.
I think that she’s right. And daddy likes it too. Best regards.
|Subject:||In the network|
|Title:||Letter to Ivan Blatný (1940)|