Summer without a beret

Poetry is a magical and mysterious world in which, just as our window, the seasons are replaced. In the spring, snowmen with kurlyking are carried away to the north, and spring cats roam through the streets. In summer, hippos turn into submarines, cats put on parachutes, and children fly in whole flocks. Autumn - of course - the time of dancing hedgehogs. Winter - of course - it"s time to visit a familiar Christmas tree and crunch with watermelon snow. Miracles all year round! And the time for poetry when? The poet Kristina Strelnikova assures - always. It is only necessary to open the door or window - and the verses surround you with a cheerful crowd ... Petersburg artist Kristina Radkevich painted this poetic world.
For preschool and primary school age