Everything is calm in Istanbul, there is peace and quiet there
Fried chicken with a golden crust with baked vegetables and fried sausages on a plate. Nearby there is a glass of crimson wine
On the wall there is a clock with numbers and a phrase
There is a strong lightning over the city at night
There is a black boomer on the autumn street, the headlights are reflected in the wet asphalt
There is a bottle in a box and a glass of wine on the table, and a bunch of grapes in a barrel next to it
There is a fish swimming in a glass in the cupboard among the books