Читать ZZZMMM Illustrations - Yaroslav Solntsev

Here’s a small set of illustrated scenes from the original book – kind of invitation to peer through a window into the adventures awaiting you in the ZZZMMM trilogy. If a particular illustration stirs your imagination, pause for a moment. Close your eyes. Picture what lies beyond its edges. Before you know it, the story will begin unfolding within you. For every image here is more than a reflection of the book’s events – it’s a key to unlock your own creativity.

This album was crafted with a double portion of love: to help you see the characters as the author envisioned them, and to feel the emotions hidden between the lines. No need to scrutinize descriptions – just play the audiobook, put on headphones, and let yourself drift into a world where art comes alive through the narrator’s voice.

In the future, we plan to make these pages even more vibrant – with music, the whisper of wind, the clash of battles, and other layers of storytelling. But if you can’t wait… let’s create it together! Start by recording your own voiceover, curating an illustration album, or reimagining the tale in any form. Let the story take on new colors – your colors.

Happy travels to a world where inspiration knows no bounds!

Yours,

Yaroslav Solntsev.

Anna lay with her eyes closed, letting the warm sunlight caress her skin like the brushstrokes of an invisible artist painting summer not on canvas, but directly onto her body. A gentle breeze wrapped around her slender frame, carrying the salty perfume of the sea and a sense of boundless freedom. Occasionally, the piercing cries of seagulls mingled with children’s delighted squeals as they raced across the wet sand. The rhythmic crash of waves – like the ocean’s own breathing – lulled her, a mother’s lullaby.

This blissful drift toward sleep was shattered by an excited shout:

"Look, a dolphin! Over there – another one!"

The cry disrupted the lazy rhythm of the beach, sparking sudden chaos. Some bathers, gripped by vague alarm, scrambled toward shore as if fleeing some unseen threat. Others, lost in carefree joy, kept swimming and splashing, oblivious. Those on land jumped up, rushing to the water’s edge to marvel at the creatures whose fins sliced through the waves like blades, their bodies weaving effortlessly with the tide.