The muzzle of a brown bear on which the sun shines
A pair of carved chaise lounges stand on a trampled sandy shore near a wicker tree and a river behind which the sun sets
And what is it I don't want I can't understand you how I
Winter alley sparkles in the light of night lights
The landscape is beautiful with a river, a field with foxglove
At sunset, the sun sets low, which brightens the ear of wheat
The extraordinary Volga against the background of the evening sky