At the foot of the rocks there is a forest and a river flows
A paper with a written text on which there is a clock and a fountain pen with a red pen
There is a lonely beautiful girl on the embankment
There is a painting of a river landscape in the London National Gallery
There is a black boomer on the autumn street, the headlights are reflected in the wet asphalt
There is a fish swimming in a glass in the cupboard among the books