Mitya rode on a sledge from an icy mountain and skated on a frozen river, ran home ruddy, cheerful and said to his father:

How fun in winter! I wish it were all winter.

“Write down your wish in my pocket book,” said the father.

Mitya wrote.

Spring came.

Mitya ran plenty of colorful butterflies across the green meadow, picked flowers, ran to his father and said:

What a beauty this spring is! I wish it were all spring.

Father again took out a book and ordered Mitya to write down his wish.

It's summer. Mitya and his father went to haymaking.

The boy had fun all day long: he fished, picked berries, tumbled in fragrant hay, and in the evening he said to his father:

"I've had a lot of fun today!" I wish there was no end to summer.

And this desire of Mitya was written down in the same book.

Autumn has come. In the garden they picked fruits - ruddy apples and yellow pears.

Mitya was delighted and said to his father:

Autumn is the best of all seasons!

Then the father took out his notebook and showed the boy that he said the same thing about spring, and about winter, and about summer.

Mitya rode on a sledge from an icy mountain and skated on a frozen river, ran home ruddy, cheerful and said to his father:
- Oh, how fun in winter! I wish it were all winter.
“Write down your wish in my pocket book,” said the father.
Mitya wrote.
Spring came. Mitya ran plenty of colorful butterflies across the green meadow, picked flowers, ran to his father and said:
- What a delight this spring! I wish it were all spring.
Father again took out a book and ordered Mitya to write down his wish.
It's summer. Mitya and his father went to haymaking. The boy had fun all day long: he fished, picked berries, tumbled in fragrant hay, and in the evening he said to his father:
- I've had a lot of fun today! I wish there was no end to summer.

And this desire of Mitya was written down in the same book.
Autumn has come. Fruits were collected in the garden - ruddy apples and yellow pears. Mitya was delighted and said to his father:
- Autumn is the best of all seasons!
Then the father took out his notebook and showed the boy that he said the same thing about spring, and about winter, and about summer.

Mitya rode on a sledge from an icy mountain and skated on a frozen river, ran home ruddy, cheerful and said to his father:
- Oh, how fun in winter! I wish it were all winter.
“Write down your wish in my pocket book,” said the father.
Mitya wrote.
Spring came. Mitya ran plenty of colorful butterflies across the green meadow, picked flowers, ran to his father and said:
- What a delight this spring! I wish it were all spring.
Father again took out a book and ordered Mitya to write down his wish.
It's summer. Mitya and his father went to haymaking. The boy had fun all day long: he fished, picked berries, tumbled in fragrant hay, and in the evening he said to his father:
- I've had a lot of fun today! I wish there was no end to summer.

And this desire of Mitya was written down in the same book.
Autumn has come. Fruits were collected in the garden - ruddy apples and yellow pears. Mitya was delighted and said to his father:
- Autumn is the best of all seasons!
Then the father took out his notebook and showed the boy that he said the same thing about spring, and about winter, and about summer.

Mitya rode on a sledge from an icy mountain and skated on a frozen river, ran home ruddy, cheerful and said to his father:

How fun in winter! I would like it to be all winter.

“Write down your wish in my pocket book,” said the father.

Mitya wrote.

Spring came.

Mitya ran plenty of colorful butterflies across the green meadow, picked flowers, ran to his father and said:

What a beauty this spring is! I wish it were all spring.

- Father again took out a book and ordered Mitya to write down his desire.

It's summer.

Mitya and his father went to haymaking. The boy had fun all day long: he fished, picked berries, tumbled in fragrant hay, and in the evening he said to his father:

"I've had a lot of fun today!" I wish there was no end to summer.

And this desire of Mitya was written down in the same book.

Autumn has come.

In the garden they picked fruits - ruddy apples and yellow pears. Mitya was delighted and said to his father:

Autumn is the best of all seasons! Then the father took out his notebook and showed the boy that he said the same thing about spring, and about winter, and about summer.

Mitya rode on a sledge from an icy mountain and skated on a frozen river, ran home ruddy, cheerful and said to his father:

How fun in winter! I wish it was all winter!

“Write down your wish in your pocket book,” said the father.

Mitya wrote.

Spring came.

Mitya ran plenty of colorful butterflies across the green meadow, picked flowers, ran to his father and said:

What a beauty this spring is! I wish it were all spring!

Father again took out a book and ordered Mitya to write down his wish.

It's summer. Mitya and his father went to haymaking. The boy had fun all day long: he fished, picked berries, tumbled in fragrant hay, and in the evening he said to his father:

"I've had a lot of fun today!" I wish there was no end to summer!

And this desire of Mitya was written down in the same book.

Autumn has come. In the garden they picked fruits - ruddy apples and yellow pears. Mitya was delighted and said to his father:

Autumn is the best of all seasons!

Then the father took out a notebook and showed the boy that he said the same thing about spring, and about winter, and about summer.