Thursday, 26 July 2012

Black cat

I thought about drawing our Bublina and remembered my first theatrical experience (well, and one of the last ones as well). I had a puppet of a black cat and recited this poem - about how a black cat is basically invisible when the dark night falls. It was just four lines of a poem and no one was probably really impressed by me, because my next role was one quarter of a well...!

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