Little Sven lived in a little read house he built himself, deep in the woods. On Sundays he plaid the violin. In the end; it only had one string left, but he still plaid on his one-stringed violin. It’s still there; hanging on a hook on a newspaper clad wall. The only ones to play on Little Sven’s violin now are the wind and the spiders. And maybe a troll or two.
Very cute, both - this illustration and the story. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you! It's actually a story about a man that used to live close to my grad parents in Sweden. :)
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So nice... your art is delicious!!! And make me smile :-))
ReplyDeleteI like that! It's nice to make people smile!
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A lovely little story and illustation .(I could even picture the sound from that violin in my head;)Also the one string sound:-D)
ReplyDeleteLittle Sven would probably have liked the thought of being remembered this way.:)
I hope so! Although my grandma says he would probably have swore and spat snuff at me had he known what I wrote...
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