In a Greek style. Summer, a terrace. On the left, the wall is blue with sun glints. The door to the terrace is open. The door matches the colour of the wood. In the foreground, on the left, next to the door to the terrace, there is an old round table. The table matches the colour of the wood; on the table, on a lacey, openwork white napkin, there is a vase in close‑up, with large forest flowers — purple bell‑shaped ones; next to it is a glass of orange juice. To the right, a little further away, by the column, stands a floor‑standing brown vase with delicate, light‑colored, yet warm, large flowers. The view from the terrace is of the sea with sunlit glints. In the distance, you can see mountains and some kind of city. You step out onto the terrace and see all this beauty: the sea, the sun’s glints playing on the water, on the wall, on the table, on the vase. To the right, you can barely see a palm tree; it’s slightly tilted to the left, and you can also faintly make out some bushes, flowers, and plants under the terrace. It’s a magical beauty, lots of air, everything is realistic.