There is a shadow of a man and a ghost on the wall
There is a caterpillar and a butterfly on the flower
There is an open book with the pages folded in the form of a heart
There is no winter without snow and a skating rink
There is a glass with ice, a slice of lemon and mint on the table, lemons and mint sprigs are lying next to it
There is nothing more beautiful than a beloved novel
A man with glasses smokes and there is a skeleton behind him
Among the harvested hay on the field there is a wooden guardhouse
There is a beautiful pattern of lines and swirls on the canvas