Painting by G. Litvinenko
The summer rang. Morning. Bright light spreads on the fields and meadows. Mowed summer grasses, dropped corollas of summer flowers. Everywhere the mops are neatly standing ....
The smell of hay, unlike any other, attracts with its freshness, saturation. Everything is in it: the fragrance of centuries-old nature, the healing solar warmth, the freshness of the summer wind.