On the table, as if in wartime, everything that was forgotten is lying
The girl was embarrassed by the smiles of the children
The plane was shot down and on me, even if it will be good that the insky cobblestones feet
French fries wrapped in newspaper. The fish was dipped in sauce
American technology was outwardly different from Russian, but not technically
A drop of red wine in a glass was dripping onto a wooden table