A bunch of dark grapes on the background of their own leaves
A sad girl in chains of her own pain and disappointments
A soldier with a machine gun in the dust makes his way to his own
The road is very where every tree has changed its green dress to gold and lined up in a round dance at the roadway showering it with gold
A crane has stuck its head in a glass jar with a narrow neck, and a fox and another crane are looking at it