On the table, as if in wartime, everything that was forgotten is lying
Trees in foliage, bright orange foliage, leaves at the foot of trees
Still life on the table there is a jug with a bouquet of flowers and berries and apples around
The immortal mafia has gathered at the table and is discussing various black cases
A bouquet of flowers and porcelain dishes are on the table
The owner of the Arctic is a brown bear lying on a rock and looking at the sky