I'll braid my braid and all the sailors will follow me, striped style is always in fashion
The element is the power of nature, which does not spare anyone
The mood of loneliness is autumn walks in the fog along the road, along which the bare branches of trees hang heavily
The girl holds the ashes from which the phoenix is reborn
Bright sun in a clear sky. A branch on which a bird with chicks is sitting
A pretty secretary is comfortably settled in the workplace
Honey drips from a spoon, on the edge of which a bee is sitting