There is a lonely tree in the field under the clouds
There is a black boomer on the autumn street, the headlights are reflected in the wet asphalt
There is a lonely beautiful girl on the embankment
The girl in the room, a beautiful dress. There is a large window in the room
On the wall there is a clock with numbers and a phrase
Venice is a city on the water, there is no way without boats here
The girl is sitting on the side of the road, on the ground and smoking, there is a chair in the middle of the road
There is a fish swimming in a glass in the cupboard among the books