Ilya Muromets, where did you see a stone with a pointer here?
The first spring flowers are snowdrops among last year's dry leaves
When you realize that there are those in the world who love you
Honeycombs, honey, wax, propolis are all the work of small bees
Three roses of different colors are lying on an open book
London is divorced, wars are all around, you just need to survive under this rain