Waking up, I shouted to my mom: - Farewell, my Pajamland! Long live Tuflandia!.. And my mom replied: On course - Sweaterland! Greetings to Hatland!
Where to next? Maybe to Big Coatland? Or straight to Scarfland? Even in Sweaterland, many discoveries can be made: it turns...
out, it can happen - a sweater bites, but doesn't bark... Anything can happen in the verses of the famous children's poet Mikhail Yasnov: in them, ponies befriend donuts, and a hedgehog - a meat pie, a naughty grandfather gnaws on gifts, and a green fence doesn't want to ripen in autumn, real heroes are awarded a cookie medal, and it's better for orange jam to surrender to the mercy of the winner right away. In general:
Waking up, I shouted to my mom: - Farewell, my Pajamland! Long live Tuflandia!.. And my mom replied: On course - Sweaterland! Greetings to Hatland!
Where to next? Maybe to Big Coatland? Or straight to Scarfland? Even in Sweaterland, many discoveries can be made: it turns out, it can happen - a sweater bites, but doesn't bark... Anything can happen in the verses of the famous children's poet Mikhail Yasnov: in them, ponies befriend donuts, and a hedgehog - a meat pie, a naughty grandfather gnaws on gifts, and a green fence doesn't want to ripen in autumn, real heroes are awarded a cookie medal, and it's better for orange jam to surrender to the mercy of the winner right away. In general: