Juveniles

It was a rainy afternoon and Barborka noticed that her favourite green colour pencil disappeared from the table. Such things sometimes happen. But the next day a pencil sharpener was lost. This has already started to be suspicious. Barborka started looking and she found a box from her new sandals under the table.

People do not tend to tell stories nowadays. Only vague memories remain. To prevent their being forgotten is the role of books. Collectors or publishers took down stories in such a way that they heard them from their survivors.

Behind a village, no matter how near or far, there is a forest and behind the forest there is a meadow and behind the meadow there is pond. Water lilies look good on the water surface, fish are playing hide-and-seek and tadpoles are splashing water on all sides. Many a time the wind blows.