On the worn boards there is a block and every little thing for life
The fictitious cortine of the comusmic structure well, perhaps there is such a thing in reality
There is a big crowd of people at a rock concert at the stadium
Still life on the table there is a jug with a bouquet of flowers and berries and apples around
There is only one pigsty or a traffic jam on the road
There is a bright crimson sunset in the evening sky
Villa in the ocean. There is water all around, silence and tranquility