BED TIME
by D. N. Mamin-Siberiak · from Verotchka's Tales
Adapted Version
Girl is in her bed. She is sleepy. Her one eye closes. Her one ear closes. "Father," she says. "Are you here?" "Yes, dear child," Father says. He is kind. "I want to be a Queen." Girl says. She smiles in her sleep. She dreams big dreams. Many flowers are near her bed. They are pretty. They smile. They whisper. They laugh. They are red. They are blue. They are yellow. They are pink. The room is full of color.
The Field Bluebells sway. They are light blue. They say, "Girl wants Queen." Small blue flowers whisper. "She is funny!" they say. The yellow flower speaks. It is bright. "We must talk." Blue flower asks. "What is Queen?" The pink flower says. "A Queen is like me. She is pink. Girl wants to be a pink flower." All laugh. They think it is funny. The Red Roses are quiet. They are angry. A red Rose speaks. "A Rose is the Queen. All love a Rose." The yellow flower gets angry. "What about me?" he asks. "
Original Story
BED TIME
I
LITTLE Verotchka's one little eye is falling asleep. Verotchka's one little ear is falling asleep.
"Father, are you here?"
"Yes, dear child."
"You know, father, I want to be a Queen."
Verotchka sleeps. She smiles as she sleeps.
There are so many flowers. All of them are smiling. They surround Verotchka's little bed; they whisper and laugh in their thin little voices.
There are crimson flowers, blue flowers, yellow flowers, azure, pink, scarlet, white, as if a rainbow, falling, struck the earth and scattered its living sparks into many-colored lights.
"Verotchka wants to be a Queen," gaily proclaimed the Field Bluebells, swaying on their thin, green stems.
"Oh, how comical she is!" whispered the modest Forget-me-nots.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this affair needs serious discussion," said the yellow Dandelion pertly.
"What does it mean to be a Queen?" asked the blue Cornflower. "I grew up in a field and I cannot understand your city ways."
"It's very simple," said the pink Carnation. "It is so simple it requires no explaining. A Queen is ... is ... is.... You don't seem to understand.... How strange you are! A Queen is like a flower, as pink as I am. In other words, Verotchka wants to be a pink Carnation. Isn't that simple?"
Everybody laughed gaily. Only the Roses were silent. They were much offended.
"Who doesn't know that the Queen of Flowers is a Rose—delicate, fragrant, marvellous? And suddenly a mere pink Carnation calls herself a Queen. It's all nonsense."
Finally one Rose grew angry and, turning scarlet, she said: "Pardon me. Verotchka wants to be a Rose. A Rose is the Queen because everybody loves her."
"Oh, that is nice," said Dandelion, growing angry. "If that's the case, where do I come in?"
"Dandelion, please don't be angry," pleaded the Wood Bluebells. "It spoils your temper and it is very ugly to be angry. Look at us. We are silent, although we know perfectly well Verotchka wants to be a Wood Bluebell."
II
THERE were many flowers and they all talked calmly without arguing.
All the field flowers, Lilies-of-the-Valley, Violets, Forget-me-nots, Bluebells, Cornflowers, Field Clovers, were so very modest; while the cultivated flowers, like the Roses, Tulips, Lilies, Narcissuses, put on airs like rich children in their Sunday clothes.
Verotchka loved the modest field flowers best. Of these, she would make wreaths and bouquets for the table. They were all so nice.
"Verotchka loves us very much," whispered the Violets. "We are the first to arrive in spring. We come here as soon as the snow melts."
"And we, too," said the Lilies-of-the-Valley. "We are also spring flowers. We are not exacting; we come direct from the woods."
"It is not our fault that it is too cold for us to grow in the fields," complained the fragrant curly Stocks and Hyacinths. "We are only visitors here. Our native land is far away, in a warm country where there is no winter. Oh, it is so nice there! We are always longing for our native land. Your north is so cold. Verotchka loves us, and very much, too."
"It is also very nice here," argued the Field Flowers. "Of course, it is very cold at times, but it is healthy. The frost kills our bitterest enemies, worms and bugs of all kinds. If not for frost, life would be very difficult."
"We also like cold," said the Roses.
The Azaleas and Camelias agreed with this. They all liked the cold when they were through blooming.
"Ladies and gentlemen, let us talk about our native countries," suggested White Narcissus. "It will be so interesting. Verotchka will listen, because she loves us all."
Then they all talked together. Roses, with tears, remembered the Vale of Shiraz in Persia; the Hyacinths recalled Palestine; the Azaleas, America; the Lilies, Egypt; the flowers gathered there were from all corners of the earth and each one could tell many wonderful stories. Most of them came from the South, where there is no winter and much sunshine.
There it is lovely—the summer is eternal. The south is full of enormous trees, wonderful birds, many butterflies, beauties, resembling flying flowers, and flowers resembling butterflies.
"We are only visitors here in the North. At times, we feel very cold," whispered all these southern flowers.
The native Field Flowers felt sorry for them. Really, it must take a good deal of patience to stand the cold north wind, the cold rain and the falling snow. Of course, the spring snow melts quickly, but it is snow, nevertheless.
"You have one great fault," exclaimed the Cornflower, after listening to all these stories. "I don't deny you are, at times, more beautiful than we, simple Field Flowers. I readily admit that, and then you, too, you are our dear visitors, but your main fault is that you grow only for the few rich, while we grow for everybody. In that we are kinder than you. For example, look at me! You will find me in the hands of every country child. Just see how much pleasure I give to the children of the poor! No one has to pay money to buy me. It takes only a walk in the woods to get me. I grow among the wheat, the rye, and the oats."
III
LITTLE Verotchka listened and wondered at these stories of the flowers. She longed to see everything for herself—all the wonderful countries of which the flowers spoke.
"If I were only a Swallow I would fly thither at once," said Verotchka. "Why haven't I wings! Oh, it would be so nice to be a bird!"
She had hardly finished speaking when a little Lady Bug crept up to her,—a real Lady Bug all red with tiny black spots, a little black head, thin little black feelers and thin little black legs.
"Let us fly, Verotchka," whispered Lady Bug, twitching her feelers.
"But I have no wings, Lady Bug," said Verotchka.
"Get on my back."
"How can I? You are so small, Lady Bug."
"Just watch me," said Lady Bug.
Verotchka watched and wondered more and more. Lady Bug stretched out her strong upper wings and doubled in size; then she opened her thin cobwebby lower wings and grew still larger. She grew under Verotchka's very eyes and she became so large—large enough for Verotchka to sit comfortably upon her back between her red wings.
"Are you comfortable, Verotchka?" asked Lady Bug.
"Very," said Verotchka.
"Then hold on tight," said Lady Bug.
Then they flew. At first Verotchka was afraid and closed her eyes. It seemed to her that it was not she who was flying, but as if cities, woods, rivers and mountains were flying beneath her. Then it seemed as if she had grown small—as small as a pin head and as light as the down of Dandelion.
Lady Bug flew fast and faster, so fast that the air whistled through her wings.
"Look down, Verotchka," said Lady Bug.
Verotchka looked down and clapped her hands.
"Oh, how many Roses—red, yellow, white, pink," exclaimed Verotchka. The world seemed to be covered with a carpet of swaying Roses. "Let us descend," begged Verotchka of the Lady Bug.
They descended and Verotchka grew big again, as big as she was before, and Lady Bug grew tiny again.
For a long time Verotchka ran about in the rose-field and gathered a huge bunch of Roses. How beautiful they were! Their perfume made one faint. If one could only carry the rose-field to the North, where Roses were mere visitors!
"Now, let us go further," said Lady Bug, stretching out her wings again. Again, Lady Bug grew large and larger and Verotchka grew small and smaller.
IV
AGAIN they flew. It was all so nice. Above, the sky so blue; beneath, the water still bluer. They flew over a steep rocky shore.
"Will we really fly across the sea?" asked Verotchka.
"Yes. But you must sit still and hold me tight," said Lady Bug.
At first, Verotchka was afraid, but after a while she wasn't. There was nothing but sky and sea. On the sea sailed ships like huge birds with white wings. The little boats looked like flies.
Everything was lovely—so nice. Way yonder was the shore, low, yellow, sandy. It was the mouth of some huge river and near it gleamed a city all white, as if built of sugar. Still beyond, one saw a dead desert, where stood the Pyramids. Lady Bug descended upon the bank of the river. Upon it grew tall Papyrus and among them were Lilies, wonderful, delicate.
"Your home is very lovely," said Verotchka to the Lilies. "Does winter never come here to you?"
"What is winter?" asked the Lilies, wonderingly.
"Winter is the time snow falls," said Verotchka.
"And what is snow?" asked the Lilies.
The Lilies even laughed at Verotchka. They thought the little northern girl was making fun of them. It is true that every fall huge flocks of birds from the North visited them and told them about the winter. But these birds had never really seen winter. They were only repeating what they had heard and Verotchka could not believe that there was no winter, for that meant no need of warm coats or warm shoes.
They flew further. Verotchka wondered no longer at the blue sea, the mountains, the sun-kissed desert and the Hyacinths.
"I'm too warm," complained Verotchka. "You know, Lady Bug, I don't think it's nice to have summer all the time."
"It all depends upon what one is accustomed to," said Lady Bug.
They flew towards high mountains, the tops of which were always white with snow. There it wasn't so warm. Beyond the mountains, stretched deep, dark forests. Under the forest trees, it was dark, for the rays of the sun never penetrated beyond the thick tree tops. Monkeys swung from bough to bough. The woods were full of birds—green, yellow, blue. But the most wonderful of all were the flowers growing directly from the tree trunks. There were flowers like fire, flowers of all colors, flowers that looked like birds and butterflies. The whole forest seemed to blaze with many-colored living fires.
"These are Orchids," explained Lady Bug.
Here it was all a tangle. It was impossible to walk.
They flew further. Beneath them, a huge river spread between green banks. Lady Bug alighted upon a huge white flower that grew in the water. Verotchka had never before seen a flower so large as this.
"This is a holy flower," explained Lady Bug. "It is called 'Lotus.'"
V
LITTLE Verotchka had seen so much that she finally grew tired and wanted to go home. Home is best.
"I love white snow," said Verotchka. "It isn't nice without winter."
Again they flew. The higher they flew, the colder it grew. Soon there appeared beneath them white fields and only the pine woods were green. Verotchka was so happy when she saw the first fir-tree.
"Little Fir-Tree! Little Fir-Tree!" called Verotchka.
"Hello, Verotchka," answered the Little Fir-Tree beneath her.
This was a real Christmas tree. Verotchka knew her at once. That dear Christmas tree! Verotchka bent down to tell her how lovely she was and all of a sudden she felt herself going down, down, down.
It was frightful. She turned somersaults in the air several times, and then fell right into the soft white snow. Verotchka closed her eyes with fear and didn't know whether she was dead or alive.
"How did you get here, Little One?" asked somebody.
Verotchka opened her eyes and saw a bent, old man, all gray. She knew him at once. It was the same old man who brought Christmas trees and golden stars, boxes of candy and wonderful toys, to the good children. He was so kind, this old man; he picked her up in his arms and covered her with his fur coat, asking her again:
"How did you come here, Little Girl?"
"I travelled on Lady Bug's back, and I saw so much, Grandfather!"
"So, so."
"I know you, Grandfather. You bring Christmas trees to children."
"Yes, yes. I'm fixing one now." And he pointed to a tall pole that didn't look like a Christmas tree at all.
"What sort of Christmas tree is that, Grandfather? It's nothing but a long stick."
"Wait and see," said Grandfather.
Grandfather carried Verotchka into a tiny village almost buried in snow. Only the roofs and chimneys were visible. The country children were all waiting for the old grandfather. They jumped and shouted, when they saw him.
"Christmas tree! Christmas tree!"
They came to the first hut. Grandfather got an unbroken sheaf of oats, tied it to the end of the pole and stuck the pole on the roof. Immediately the tiny birds that do not go away for the winter flew upon it from all sides and began pecking the seeds.
"It is our Christmas tree," they shouted.
Suddenly, Verotchka felt very happy. That was the first time she had seen a Christmas tree made for the winter birds.
"What a kind old grandfather!"
One little Sparrow, bustling about more than the others, recognized Verotchka and called out!
"Why, this is Verotchka! I know her very well. Many, many times has she scattered crumbs for me."
Other Sparrows also recognized her and piped noisily with joy.
Then came another Sparrow that turned out to be the squabbler. He began pushing everybody aside and snatching the best seeds. This was the same Sparrow who had quarreled with Stickelback. Verotchka knew him at once.
"Hello, Master Sparrow!" she said.
"Is that you, Verotchka? Why, hello!"
Sparrow Squabbler hopped on one leg, winked knowingly with one eye and said to the old man:
"Why, this is Verotchka, who wants to be the Queen. I myself heard her say that."
"Do you want to be a Queen, Little One?" asked the Old Man.
"Yes, very much, Grandfather," said Verotchka.
"Very well," said the wise old man. "There is nothing simpler. Every Queen is a woman and every woman a Queen. Now go home and tell that to all the other little girls."
Lady Bug was very glad to get away. She was afraid that the quarrelsome Sparrow would gobble her up.
So Verotchka and Lady Bug flew home. Faster and faster they flew. At home, all the flowers were waiting for Verotchka. They had been wondering what is a Queen all the time she was away.
LULLA-LULLABY. Verotchka's one eye is sleeping; the other little eye is open. Verotchka's one little ear is sleeping; the other ear listens.
Now everybody gathered about Verotchka's bed. Bold Rabbit, Bear Mishka, Squabbling Rooster and Sparrow, Black-headed Crow, Stickelback and tiny, tiny Cacinella. They were all there near Verotchka.
"Father, I love them all," whispered Verotchka. "I love even the Black Roach, Father."
Verotchka's other eye is asleep. The other little ear is also asleep. Near Verotchka's bed, the green spring grass grows gaily, the flowers are smiling—many flowers, blue, pink, yellow, azure and scarlet. The green birch bends over Verotchka's bed and whispers something, lovingly.
The sun is shining, the sand is yellow, and the blue sea waves beckon to Verotchka to come to them.
Sleep, Verotchka, and grow strong!
Lulla-Lullaby.
Transcriber's Notes:
Locations of images (p.9, p.34, p.55, p.85, p.139, p.161, p.179) changed slightly to match text.
Missing, extra, incorrect, and misplaced punctuation corrected.
P. 157: original reads—"mice if your're" changed to "you're"; noted in text
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Story DNA
Moral
True queenship lies not in status or beauty, but in kindness, generosity, and a broad understanding of the world.
Plot Summary
Little Verotchka, falling asleep, expresses a wish to be a Queen. The flowers around her bed come alive, debating what makes a flower a 'Queen,' highlighting the contrast between exotic beauty and humble, accessible kindness. Verotchka is then magically transported by a Lady Bug on a journey around the world, experiencing lands of eternal summer and exotic flora. She eventually grows tired of the constant warmth and longs for her snowy home. Returning, she encounters a kind old man who makes 'Christmas trees' for winter birds, teaching her about selfless generosity. The old man then explains that true queenship comes from within, through kindness and a loving heart, leading Verotchka to fall asleep content, embracing all her diverse friends.
Themes
Emotional Arc
curiosity to wonder to contentment
Writing Style
Narrative Elements
Cultural Context
Dmitrii Mamin-Siberiak was a Russian author known for his realistic and children's stories, often with moral undertones and a deep appreciation for nature.
Plot Beats (17)
- Verotchka, falling asleep, tells her father she wants to be a Queen.
- The flowers around her bed come alive, debating what it means to be a Queen, each claiming their own superiority (Roses, Carnations, Dandelions, Bluebells).
- The modest field flowers (Violets, Lilies-of-the-Valley) highlight their early arrival and natural beauty, while cultivated flowers (Roses, Tulips, Hyacinths) boast of their exotic origins.
- Southern flowers lament the cold North, while Northern field flowers appreciate the frost for killing pests.
- The Cornflower argues that field flowers are kinder because they grow for everyone, not just the rich.
- Verotchka wishes for wings to see the world, and a Lady Bug magically transforms to a giant size to carry her.
- They fly to a land of endless roses, where Verotchka gathers a huge bouquet.
- They fly across the sea to a warm country where lilies and hyacinths grow, and Verotchka learns that winter is unknown there.
- Verotchka becomes too warm and longs for winter, realizing constant summer is not ideal.
- They fly to a jungle with exotic orchids, finding it beautiful but tangled and difficult.
- Verotchka grows tired and expresses a desire to return home, missing the snow and winter.
- They fly back to a snowy landscape, and Verotchka joyfully recognizes a fir-tree.
- Verotchka falls into the snow and is found by an old man, who is the bringer of Christmas trees to children.
- The old man shows Verotchka how he makes 'Christmas trees' for winter birds by tying oat sheaves to poles, which makes Verotchka very happy.
- A familiar quarrelsome Sparrow recognizes Verotchka and tells the old man she wants to be a Queen.
- The old man wisely tells Verotchka that every woman is a Queen, implying kindness and purpose make one royal.
- Verotchka and Lady Bug fly home, where all her animal and flower friends are waiting, and Verotchka falls fully asleep, loving them all.
Characters
Verotchka ★ protagonist
A small, delicate child, likely with a slender build typical of a young girl. Her exact height and weight are not specified, but she is small enough to ride on a Lady Bug's back when it magically grows larger.
Attire: Not explicitly described, but as a child in a Russian setting, she would likely wear a simple nightgown or a modest dress for daytime, made of natural fabrics like linen or cotton. For her dream journey, she remains in her sleepwear.
Wants: To understand what it means to be a Queen and to experience the wonders of the world, driven by a child's natural curiosity and desire for grand experiences.
Flaw: Her youth and naivety make her vulnerable and easily influenced by the opinions of others, though she retains her core kindness.
She begins by wanting to be a Queen in a superficial sense (like a beautiful flower) but learns through her journey that being a Queen (or a good person) means kindness, generosity, and understanding, especially towards the less fortunate. She learns that 'Every Queen is a woman and every woman a Queen' through the wise old man.
Curious, imaginative, kind, loving, and slightly naive. She is deeply empathetic towards others, especially animals and flowers.
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A small Russian girl, approximately 6 years old, standing upright, facing forward, full body visible from head to toe. She has fair skin with rosy cheeks, a round face, and large, curious blue eyes. Her light brown hair is styled in two neat braids that reach her shoulders. She wears a simple, long-sleeved white linen nightgown with a high neckline and a small, delicate lace trim at the cuffs and collar. Her posture is slightly inquisitive, with her head tilted gently. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
Father ◆ supporting
Not explicitly described, but implied to be a comforting and present figure. He is likely of average height and build for a Russian man of the late 19th century.
Attire: Not described, but as a father in a home, likely wears practical, comfortable clothing, perhaps a simple shirt and trousers, or a dressing gown if it's bedtime.
Wants: To care for and comfort his daughter, listening to her thoughts and dreams.
Flaw: Not applicable; his role is purely supportive and comforting.
Remains a constant, loving figure throughout the story, representing home and security.
Loving, patient, attentive, and comforting. He is a source of security for Verotchka.
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A kind adult man, facing forward, full body visible from head to toe. He has a gentle expression, with a neatly trimmed dark brown beard and mustache, and kind, dark eyes. He wears a simple, dark blue linen shirt with rolled-up sleeves and dark trousers. His posture is relaxed and attentive, leaning slightly forward as if listening. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
Lady Bug ◆ supporting
Initially a tiny, real ladybug, red with tiny black spots, a small black head, thin black feelers, and thin black legs. Magically, she stretches her strong upper wings and doubles in size to carry Verotchka, then grows even larger to fly across vast distances, becoming large enough for Verotchka to ride comfortably on her back.
Attire: Her natural carapace, red with black spots.
Wants: To help Verotchka fulfill her wish to travel and see the world, and to return her safely home.
Flaw: Fear of being eaten by larger, quarrelsome birds like the Sparrow.
Serves as Verotchka's magical transport and companion, facilitating her journey and learning experience.
Helpful, adventurous, brave, and a loyal companion. She is also cautious, especially around the quarrelsome Sparrow.
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A large, friendly ladybug, approximately the size of a small dog, standing on all six legs, facing forward, full body visible. Its carapace is a vibrant, glossy red with perfectly round, distinct black spots. It has a small, black, segmented head with two delicate, twitching black antennae. Its six slender black legs are visible. The ladybug has a gentle, almost smiling expression. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
Old Man (Grandfather) ◆ supporting
A bent, old man, all gray. He is kind and strong enough to pick up Verotchka and cover her with his fur coat. His face is likely weathered from working outdoors.
Attire: A warm fur coat, suitable for the cold northern climate, and practical winter clothing underneath, likely made of wool or sheepskin. He carries a pole for the bird Christmas tree.
Wants: To care for the winter birds and bring joy to the country children, and to impart wisdom to Verotchka.
Flaw: His advanced age, though he remains capable.
Serves as a mentor figure for Verotchka, teaching her a profound lesson about what it means to be a 'Queen' through his actions and words.
Wise, kind, generous, and practical. He understands the true meaning of giving and community.
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An elderly Russian man, bent with age, facing forward, full body visible from head to toe. He has a long, thick, white-gray beard and mustache, and kind, crinkled blue eyes. His face is weathered with gentle wrinkles. He wears a heavy, dark brown fur coat with a high collar, and sturdy dark felt boots. He holds a tall wooden pole in his right hand, to which a golden sheaf of oats is tied at the top. His posture is slightly stooped but firm. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
Sparrow Squabbler ○ minor
A small, common sparrow, likely with typical brown and gray plumage. He is described as bustling and pushing others aside.
Attire: His natural feathers.
Wants: To get the best seeds and to assert his dominance among the other birds.
Flaw: His aggressive and greedy nature makes him unpopular and potentially vulnerable to others.
Remains consistent in his personality, serving as a foil to the kindness of Verotchka and the Old Man.
Quarrelsome, greedy, bold, and a bit of a gossip. He is not afraid to push others aside for his own gain.
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A small, plump house sparrow, facing forward, full body visible. It has typical brown and gray plumage, with a darker brown cap and wings, and a lighter gray breast. Its small, beady black eyes are alert, and one eye is distinctly winking. Its beak is short and conical. It stands on one leg, with the other tucked up, in a slightly aggressive and bustling posture. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
Locations
Verotchka's Bedroom
A child's bedroom, transformed by Verotchka's dream into a vibrant, flower-filled space. The little bed is surrounded by an abundance of smiling crimson, blue, yellow, azure, pink, scarlet, and white flowers, as if a rainbow has scattered its living sparks. Later, the green spring grass grows gaily around the bed, and a green birch bends over it.
Mood: Magical, whimsical, comforting, dreamlike, filled with gentle whispers and laughter.
Verotchka falls asleep and dreams of being a Queen, initiating the fantastical journey and the flowers' discussion.
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A cozy, dimly lit child's bedroom, but the space immediately surrounding a small, simple wooden bed is overflowing with an impossible, vibrant profusion of blooming flowers of every color imaginable – crimson carnations, blue cornflowers, yellow dandelions, white roses, all with subtly smiling petals. Soft, ethereal light emanates from the flowers themselves, casting gentle, shifting hues on the nearby wall. Later, delicate green spring grass sprouts from the floor around the bed, and a slender, young birch tree with fresh green leaves gently arches over the sleeping child. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
The Northern Winter Village
A tiny village almost entirely buried in soft, white snow, with only the roofs and chimneys of the huts visible. The landscape is dominated by white fields and green pine woods. The air is cold.
Mood: Chilly, serene, humble, but also heartwarming due to the grandfather's kindness.
Verotchka witnesses the grandfather creating a 'Christmas tree' for the winter birds, learning about kindness and generosity.
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A vast, pristine landscape of rolling white snow fields under a clear, cold winter sky. In the distance, dark green pine forests stand tall against the horizon. In the foreground, a tiny Russian village is almost completely submerged in deep snow, with only the dark, weathered wooden roofs and stone chimneys of several izbas peeking out. A bent, old man in a fur coat stands beside a hut, attaching a golden sheaf of oats to a tall, slender wooden pole, which is then stuck into the snow on a roof. Small, plump sparrows are already fluttering around the oats. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.