It was bitterly cold, and my hands froze quickly even with gloves on. I painted the sketch quickly, because the sun at sunset on a frosty and sunny day rarely happens in the city. The pond in Tsaritsyno Park froze and fishermen formed ice at different points, regardless of the fact that entry to the ice was prohibited. Swings of the brush with a special emotion, catching the pink flashes of a fading day in the snow, a running cold shadow across the snow-covered ice with gentle tints of color to a greenish tint.