Among the raging sea waves, a man on a raft, there are many sharks under the water
Clouds are like cotton wool on the approach to the peaks of the mountains
The slide rule, pencil and magnifying glass are on the notebook
In the evening, the weather is cloudy on the field, the grasses and oats are soaked
The birds are singing on the territory of Russia and it pisses me off so much
Glasses are lying on the windowsill near a book with a white pen