The room is dim. There is a lamp and a book on the table
The sun is hiding under the fan sky, descending from the clouds and hiding behind a dark forest
The murmuring and running of the stream is like the chirping of children
On the table is a magnifying glass with a manuscript, a compass and a rope
The horse is bored, she wants freedom and open spaces
The bird is sitting on a branch of a rowan tree, holding a berry in its beak
The nature of the mountain is a reflection of the blue sky in the water
The sun is visible through the clouds, and in the distance there are only mountains