The city above the free Neva how good it feels for me in it
Macro photography of a forget-me-not flower with a dewdrop
Autumn, nature, and let the dry branch of the tree get ready for winter
Let there be a light bulb with deadlines and a muzzle
I'll decorate the cottage with a swing and plant a scarecrow there, let the crows cry
It's terrible for me to come to a barbecue on a red Ford