Kuskovo, pavilion The Hermitage, early April

I painted this picture for several years. I went to the Kuskovo estate, sank in puddles, but each year I did not have time to finish it, because the snow melted, and when the radiance of melting snow disappears, everything changes. This year I decided: Basta! Let the picture remain as it is.

The work is framed in a vintage frame.