There is a glass with ice, a slice of lemon and mint on the table, lemons and mint sprigs are lying next to it
Splinters don't matter, as long as there is a lamp and food. Liquid apples on the table
A man with glasses smokes and there is a skeleton behind him
Among the harvested hay on the field there is a wooden guardhouse
The cityscape when there was a concert at the theater, the war broke out and everything went bad
On the gray-black drawing there are patterns of curlicues