There is a black boomer on the autumn street, the headlights are reflected in the wet asphalt
There is never a lot of money. What money is made of
On the table there is a glass of cognac and cigars and a pipe
There is a strong lightning over the city at night
There is an assortment of sushi with chopsticks on the table
Each loafer determines his own fate, there is nothing to blame others for his own failures
There is a castle on a cliff with a beautiful view from its windows