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"...—Come on, I'll take you back to the forest. Of course, it's hard to get lost here, but there are dogs nearby, and they don't spare anyone, you know.
Milun did not know who the dogs were, and there was no desire to ask, so he quietly followed Brog.
On the way they met a very small stream, the bed of which could be easily jumped in one jump. But Milun hesitated for some reason. Standing on the shore, he surveyed the crystal water with a worried look. The stream was cool and smelled damp— both of which Milun disliked. Let it be hot and dry — it's still better than wet clumped wool.
— Is something wrong? Did you hear someone?
Brog turned his head nervously.
— It's all right, I just don't like water.
— Yes, there's enough jump to get over, look.
The furry guide easily found himself on the other side and was already waiting for his friend.
— Let's go quickly, otherwise we won't get there before dark! You don't want to come home after midnight, do you?
The brown cat nodded, and after a couple of seconds caught up with Brog. Going further and further away from the stream, Milun became warm and languid again..."

Such a small piece of a non-existent story came up to me while drawing this picture

I hope, reading it, you have returned at least for a second to that wonderful warm time, which is now so lacking…

Brog is a character of the Summer Solstice, Milun is mine.

Translated using Yandex Translator

Description
"...—Come on, I'll take you back to the forest. Of course, it's hard to get lost here, but there are dogs nearby, and they don't spare anyone, you know.
Milun did not know who the dogs were, and there was no desire to ask, so he quietly followed Brog.
On the way they met a very small stream, the bed of which could be easily jumped in one jump. But Milun hesitated for some reason. Standing on the shore, he surveyed the crystal water with a worried look. The stream was cool and smelled damp— both of which Milun disliked. Let it be hot and dry — it's still better than wet clumped wool.
— Is something wrong? Did you hear someone?
Brog turned his head nervously.
— It's all right, I just don't like water.
— Yes, there's enough jump to get over, look.
The furry guide easily found himself on the other side and was already waiting for his friend.
— Let's go quickly, otherwise we won't get there before dark! You don't want to come home after midnight, do you?
The brown cat nodded, and after a couple of seconds caught up with Brog. Going further and further away from the stream, Milun became warm and languid again..."

Such a small piece of a non-existent story came up to me while drawing this picture

I hope, reading it, you have returned at least for a second to that wonderful warm time, which is now so lacking…

Brog is a character of the Summer Solstice, Milun is mine.

Translated using Yandex Translator