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“It was a long time before the Snork came back with the wood. "Well, there you are at last," said his sister. "It took quite a time, said the Snork, "because, of course, I had to find pieces that were all exactly the same length." "Is he always so particular?" asked Snufkin. "He was born like that," said the Snork Maiden.”

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Comet in Moominland

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Tove Jansson
Tove Jansson

Tove Jansson, born on August 9, 1914, and died on June 27, 2001, was a renowned Finnish novelist. Her works are known for their unique style and profound emotions, which have won the hearts of readers worldwide. more

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