Mosaic ceiling, under which it is a pleasure to sit
A bench in the park, next to it a lantern and a tree that hung its foliage so low, is a mysterious landscape
My heart is multifaceted , no matter how you turn it
It's snowing outside. old architecture. evening city
Image of a bottle with bright liquids escaping from it
And it's fine without glamour, just a glance is enough
You can tell the river any secret, she won't give it away, be sure