On the windowsill there is wine, a glass, grapes and a barrel
The table on which there is a jug, a book and poppies
Picture on the counter there is an ashtray with a cigarette and a glass with a drink
There is a book and a jar with an animal on the table
On the table there is a tea pair and a pocket watch
Among all the darkness there is always something bright for them
The room is black, there is a lattice on the window
A cut croissant is lying on a blue checkered napkin , and there is coffee next to it
Each loafer determines his own fate, there is nothing to blame others for his own failures