Гвоздички

In the dim glow of a single candle, time seems to pause. The bouquet of carnations, slightly wild and unstructured, breathes life into the aged wooden surface, their soft pink petals contrasting with the deep purple cloth. The glassware, etched with subtle lines, reflects the light with a fragile elegance. This is not a staged display, but a tender pause—a moment where nature and memory converge in quiet harmony. The scene speaks of stillness, of beauty found in imperfection and the quiet dignity of everyday objects.