There is a notebook with a heart on the green grass
Love does not happen without pain, but there is no cure for love
There is no winter without snow and a skating rink
There is a glass with ice, a slice of lemon and mint on the table, lemons and mint sprigs are lying next to it
There is nothing more beautiful than a beloved novel
A man with glasses smokes and there is a skeleton behind him
Among the harvested hay on the field there is a wooden guardhouse