And outside the window autumn is knocking on our door again
In summer , everything blooms , and even the complex - colored ones
Christmas tree with a light bulb and in the evening
I'll braid my braid and all the sailors will follow me, striped style is always in fashion
The sun's rays fall into the arch and onto the railway
The magnifying glass lies on the map and magnifies the inscription Simferopol
The valley of greenery in the mountains and in the fog