Landscape painted in the open air in a snowy winter at the end of January. On quiet and cloudy days in winter, time seems to have stopped. The frozen branches of the trees, the old fence covered with frost, the ringing of the bell on the tower is slow and viscous. And the lonely figure of a man at the gate, as if petrified. The only pity is that the day is short in winter. Soon it will start to get dark and you need to hurry up to finish painting the landscape.