On a low hill near the forest are log houses. The roofs of houses and everything is covered with snow. Near the branchy tree at the foot of the hill is a small hedge. The thick shadows of the branched trees lie on the blue snow. And only the rays of an unusual bright sun speak of the arrival of spring. Between the trees are barely noticeable small thawed patches. The bright bird sat down on the fence, catching the first warm rays of the spring sun. March arrived.