On the table there is a glass of cognac and cigars and a pipe
There is a strong lightning over the city at night
There is a compass on the old records, its arrow indicates the direction to the south
There is a mysterious spring with a beautiful waterfall in the mountains
There is an assortment of sushi with chopsticks on the table
Each loafer determines his own fate, there is nothing to blame others for his own failures
There is a lot of snow in winter, owls hunt with joy