Kremilek a Vochomurka

I have introduced you to The Little Mole in Niki's room. Today I'm going to show you what cartoon characters  have I painted in Matysek's room. These guys live in a stump cottage. The author of these two cartoon characters is Czech illustrator Zdenek Smetana.
To tell you the truth I had no idea what to paint in Matysek's room. I had several choices. Rakosnicek,  Maxipes Fik, Bob a Bobek or Vceli medvidci. At the end these two from moss and fern won.

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Uz jsem vam predstavila Krtecka v Nikove pokojicku. Dnes vam ukazi, jake pohadkove postavicky jsem namalovala v Matyskove pokoji.  Urcite je poznate. Jsou to dva skritci z parezove chaloupky. Samozrejme tvurcem techto dvou postavicek je Cesky vytvarnik Zdenek Smetana.
Abych rekla pravdu, nejdrive jsem nevedela, co v Matyskove pokoji nakreslit. Dlouho jsem premyslela nad nekolika moznostmi. Rakosnicek, Maxipes Fik, Bob a Bobek nebo Vceli medvidci. Nakonec vsak zvitezili tito dva z mechu a kapradi.

Poem / Basen

 My husband and I just had an aniversary few days back. He was so thoughtful and romantic, he wrote me a poem. It is not his first one he ever gave to me but every time he does, it is beautiful way of saying how much he loves me.

My love, she is a bright snowflake.

Crystal structure will not break.

From the clouds, she has escaped

To my tongue.  I'll steal a taste.

And like a little flake of snow

Holds the hoof-prints of a doe,

Into giant mountains grow,

She can stop the traffic flow.

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Muj muz a ja jsme pred par dny oslavili vyroci svatby. Je to romantik a nikdy mi nezapomene  napsat krasnou basen.  Vzdy me potesi, kdyz mi vyzna svou lasku i takovym zpusobem.

My love, she is a bright snowflake.

Crystal structure will not break.

From the clouds, she has escaped

To my tongue.  I'll steal a taste.

And like a little flake of snow

Holds the hoof-prints of a doe,

Into giant mountains grow,

She can stop the traffic flow.