A quiet winter evening in the village. Far behind the tall slender birches and branchy fir trees, the gentle rays of the sunset make their way through the clouds. The whole village is in the snow. In the foreground of the picture is a narrow strip of sled runners. The road, lost in high snowdrifts, leads to the village. On both sides of the road there is an old wooden fence. On wooden pegs and crossbeams sit red-breasted bullfinches.