Najednou se muminka zmocnila taková radost, že se musel odebrat do samoty. Okdráčel pomalu ke kůlně. A když ho nikdo neviděl, dal se do běhu. Běžel v roztálém sněhu, slunce se mu opíralo do zad a on běžel a běžel, protože byl šť...
Quite, quite,' she thought with a little sigh. 'It's always like this in their adventures. To save and be saved. I wish somebody would write a story sometime about the people who warm up the heroes afterward.
There are such a lot of things that have no place in summer and autumn and spring. Everything that’s a little shy and a little rum. Some kinds of night animals and people that don’t fit in with others and that nobody really believes in. They keep...
