The vector of your life is like the root of a big tree
Man is the creator of his own life. The whole life is a game
The second life of tanks in civilian life is the frontier of glory
The wheel is spinning, spinning, as if my whole life is before my eyes
The girl is lying on the bench in panties and stockings
Celebrating the first year of life is not as important to a child as it is to his mother
Marine life is a stingray at the depth of the ocean
Night lights are burning in the city, life is boiling in it. A bridge stretches across the river