A girl's kashmar in which she dreams that the field is full of oculae and her house is a lighthouse
Gloomy shadows do not frighten her, because she is a shadow herself
The horsewoman next to the corpse of the dragon she killed
The dog is lying on the board and she has a devoted look
The raccoon is sitting in a tree, she has small eyes
Squirrel nibbles nuts, she does everything in a hurry
Not afraid of rusting, she makes her way through the city knee-deep in water