He loves, he doesn't love, he'll press it to his heart, he'll send it to hell
We came to the sea by the impreza car . We are going by ship to another city
Acorns saying goodbye to an oak leaf cling to each other
The inevitable fall into a ruthless war. Someone will die
The baby is standing and waiting so as not to be warmed by the fireplace
The cat presses its paw to its muzzle, trying not to laugh