Ilya Efimovich Repin. (№ 465396)

Here we have pear trees in bloom and apple trees unfolding. The weather was lovely, warm and even the rain, which was so desirable, passed on the third day. The forest is opposite, across the river; greenery - like in popular prints. All around, winter trees are beginning to take on a silvery tint. In the forest, nightingales sing, other birds echo them... Various ordinary people pester me so much with requests, with bills, peddlers with goods, that every minute I am ready to loudly tell them: Let's go