Chotiri of the artist - Storinka 2

And why do you swarm around in the green grass? Zychenyata. I’m from a family all the other day, ale as well as good: to look at all sides, to lead with vuss; Chekayut his mother-hare, she was blowing milk with milk.
Cimi babies and Virishila Spring-Red finish your picture. Let Sonechko marvel at her joy, as everything comes to life around; Let me judge: why can you paint a picture more fun, more elegant?
Sonechko wiggled through the blue cheeks, wiggled and mercifully. Slippers across the sky did not walk, sorts of divine ni bachiv, and such a beauty did not appear. Wonder at the picture of Vesnya, I can't see my eyes. Marvel at misyats, other ...
For a long time already, they were scalded with a bite of bird cherry, apple and pear; for a long time already in the world the spring kalyuzhi green grass has been seen; in the nests of the birds, the little birds appeared and crept into the birds; krykhіtnі rabbits have already become young spritny hares ...

Already the very Spring itself cannot know its own picture. It’s new, I don’t know it has appeared in it. It means that the time has come for the artist-painter to sacrifice his place.
“I will be amazed that the artist will paint the picture radisnish, more cheerful than can, - say Vesna. - And then I’ll fly to pivnich, there I don’t check out. ”

It was up to the robot Specotne lito. Thinking, guessing, as if I had a picture of namalyuvati, and virishilo: “I’m simple, but I’m farbi simpler, that’s more accurate.” So I am deadly.
Leto painted the whole forest with juicy greenery; bows and burns were covered with green headlight. Tilki for rychok and for lakes took a gap, bright blue.
“Come on,” Lito thinks, “in my picture, everything will be stiglim, ripe”. I looked into the old orchard, hung apples and pears on the trees of rum, she tried so hard not to vitrimize them - they nahililis to the very earth.
Near the trees, under the bushes of the Lito garden, there are rich and rich mushrooms. The skin fungus was licked up.
“Go to the light birch forest, - Virishilo Lito, - grow birch trees with gray roots, in brown caps, and in the willow birch trees - pidosichniki”. Oh, the Order of Lito in orange and red hats.
A small number of all kinds of mushrooms appeared in the silty fox: syroozhki, vovnyanki, butterflies ... And on galiavins, nibi roses, they cracked their yaskravo-chervoni parasolki fly agarics.
Ale, a boletus mushroom emerged with a beautiful mushroom. Virіs vin in a pine forest, vilіz from vologous green moss, drove trochas, cowardly with itself zіv'yalі zhovtі golki, so becoming such a blushing rapt - all mushrooms for health, for podiv.

Near the new green bushes of cranberries, blackberries grow, all the stink of berries are covered. The lingonberry berries have chervony, and the blackberry has dark blue, more black.
We refined the boletus mushroom bushes. And in the middle of them there is such siliceous, mint, sparse fossil rich.

Marvel at the specotne summer at my picture, marvel at and think: “There are few berries in my fools. It is necessary to give it ". It took so much to grab the fox yar and decorate it with thick bushes of raspberries.
Fun green trees. And what a lot of garnie berries on them - great, licorice, so in your mouth and wake up! The witness with the wardens climbed into the raspberry-bush, but I can't see the juicy berries.
Good in lisi! To be built, and not a bastard.
Ale artist Spekotne lito spishaє, everywhere povuvati is needed.
Leto looked into the field; covered the ear of wheat and life with gilding. The fields of khlib_v have become zhovty, golden; so і hilyatsya pіd wіth throm stiglim spike.

And on the juicy onions, a happy little saint began to fill: in the fallen copy of the tree, a lot of kits were poured into the greens, a bunch of grass was thrown into the greenery, and their heads were dozed there.
Green copies of a tree in the meadows; golden fields of hlibs; Rum'yani apples, pears in the garden ... A good picture of Spekotny Lit! You can show it to Chervony Sonechk.

Sonechko wiggled through the gray hmarinki, wondering, merciful. Yaskravo, rad_senno all around. So, it didn’t lead the eyes out of the sap green dark forest, out of the golden fields, out of the blue water of the rychok and lakes. Love Sonechko month, іnshy. Well done!
Only from dashingly: on a skin day, leafing on the bushes and trees of darkness, in'yane, and the whole picture of Specotny Lit becomes not so juicy. Apparently it's time for the artist to do his own thing. How can I fit in with my robot? It’s not easy for you to paint a picture more beautifully quiet, but they also showed Sonechka Winter-Winter, Spring-Red and Spectacular Summer.
Ale Osin and I don’t think it’s sumuvati.
For her robots, she took the nayaskravishi farbi and the persh for everything she violated with them in the lis. There I took up my painting.

Birch and maple covered the Autumn with lemon zhovty. And the leaves of the aspen are reddened, nibi stygli of the apple. Having become an ossichnyak, all the yaskravo-chervonia, all the yak in the fire burns.
Autumn wandered into Lisova Galyavina. To stand in the middle of it is a rich oak, varto, thick leaves to coward.

"A mighty rich man is needed in the forged armor to wear". So the axis and rituals of the old.
Marvel, and not far away, at the edge of the Galyavin, thick, rosy limes in the gurt were picked up, the heads were lowered down. “I’m the most important ubir from gold brocade”.