Mill

Outskirts of the Russian village. The rays of the sunset painted the gloomy sky and everything around was golden-red in color. Spring confidently comes into its own. Snow is melting. Large thawed patches near the bridge are flooded with water. There is an old wooden mill by the road. From the chimney, smoke comes. Around the log houses there are tall trees covered with last years brownish foliage. A quiet spring evening in the village.