An old decrepit piano with the same old notes on it
The cat runs through the snow and gets stuck in it
Night lights are burning in the city, life is boiling in it. A bridge stretches across the river
The city above the free Neva how good it feels for me in it
It's autumn time and it's time for the leaves of the tree
It moves between worlds and galaxies and it cannot be stopped
A human situation in which a person, no matter how much life has beaten him, he still remains an optimist
The cat is resting on the bed with his paws folded in front of him
There is a warrior in armor with a weapon and behind him black smoke