One day, my friend and I made a newspaper on February 23. She is a great leader in 5th grade, and she needs to mean a newspaper to do. And she came to me, and we invented a newspaper, and painted it with guash, and pleased with themselves invited my husband to praise us. And the husband looked and said - All of you, aunt, get stuck here, I see: the sky means blue, the Kremlin again... on the ground tanks are hanging somewhere, in the sky - aircraft, soldiers are tapped everywhere for the beauty of pushes... One thing is not pleasing - the inscription "from February 23" slightly contrasts, you know, with a green cock bark in white chamomile!!! Did you smoke here? :( and we had to put the poor half-newspapers with the green lawn on the PVA glue with white cotton, depicting the fresh snow. It did not work, creatively.