Vladimir Soloukhin. Third hunt (№ 465200)

We leave for the village in the last days of March in order to have time to slip along the winter road and catch the whole spring, starting with the drops, through the complete melting of the snow until the apple trees bloom. In the first days of April everything collapses, floats, smokes with steam. The larks are singing, the coltsfoot is blooming, the rooks are busily dragging heavy branches onto the old linden trees, breaking them off on the old dilapidated willows.