A steppe lake and snow-capped mountains are mirrored in it
The earth in an eclipse and a bright spark flying towards it
Here it is a snack in Russian, herring with potatoes
A couple of croissants on a napkin with saucers of jam standing next to it
It's terrible for me to come to a barbecue on a red Ford
Sliced watermelon and juice from it in a glass with a straw
It's cozy, there's light in the windows, they're waiting for you at home