A lonely bench on the embankment in a storm by the light of lanterns
The maid is paid so little, she's only wearing stockings
The road in the autumn park, illuminated by lanterns
The room is dim. There is a lamp and a book on the table
The fire in the lamp is a reference to the history of electricity
Kerosene lamp, blanket and pillow on the windowsill against the background of winter outside the window
Hot coffee with cinnamon in glasses on the background of frosty patterns