The set of postcards.
Anfisa is mustering Mice’s grand swarm
Wearing the powerful chAnfisa and the Mice.
Anfisa is writing her sonnets with quills
The Swans are stark-naked, and catching a chill.
Anfisa is making the Hippo foureyes
His nausea he simply cannot disguise.
Anfisa aspires without a coach
To skillfully wrestle bristles of the Roach.
Anfisa has painted the antlers of Deer
She’s lazy, hence clean are the sides and the rear.
Anfisa is crumbling the pastry around
By crumbles all Centipedes are quite spellbound.
Anfisa’s enjoying her windowsill scenery:
The Hedgehogs are succulent thorny pot greenery.
Anfisa is loading the worrisome Dove
With some outrageously punitive stuff.
Anfisa is sure that every Whale
Could certainly master melodious wail.
Anfisa is happy to help and consort
The Kangaroo’s baby she’s taking on board.
Anfisa surprises the Lion no end
He’s got for his birthday the muffins of sand.
Anfisa believes that the Bugs are no fright
The Bugs are prudential: no fight, better flight.
Anfisa is lacing her luxury shoes
With two Worms that are dangling loose.
Anfisa adores the Jellyfish ways:
In her stingy leggings she stubbornly stays.
Anfisa is torturing Snakes, for it matters:
For her and her mommy she’s making nice sweaters.
Anfisa is dreading the ghastly Wood Louse
Come night, and the Louse is haunting the house.
Anfisa swops things in her fanciful manner
The telly has horns, and the Goat has antennae.
Anfisa is definite: Rhinos must wear
Not just one horn but fifteen, everywhere.
Anfisa makes moths surrender and yield:
The back of the Panda’s a lavender field.
Anfisa cuts open the Cuckoo’s neck
She is taking out the batteries pack.
Anfisa is in command of the Shrimps
And numerous other aquatic nymphs.
Anfisa is puzzled by the Fox’s hairstyle
She’ll tend to it closely in a short while.
Anfisa sees through the Donkey’s sweet soul
Subduing him well with the raspberry bowl.
Anfisa doesn’t need any juicer, so far
She squeezes the Heron’s carrot nectar.
Anfisa bites the Giraffe in the nape
And neither the others can really escape.
Anfisa is treating the Cat with a party
The Cat is enjoying her borschtch, and her latte.
Idea: Sasha Toropchin Illustrations: Vitaly Ilyin
Texts: Sasha Toropchin, Galya Bozhok Translation: Shashi Do