January evening. The magic of winter silence. Snowdrifts, like fluffy blankets. The bright moon in the sky floods everything with silvery light, creating bizarre shadows on the snow. There is a barely perceptible crackle of frozen branches, and time seems to freeze in this fragile world.

A small village in the distance. Smoke rises from the chimneys of the houses, writhing in the frosty air. The windows glow with a warm light, as if inviting you to their cozy rooms. Inside of which it is warm and smells of freshly brewed tea. The atmosphere of peace and tranquility. A place where you can wrap yourself in a warm blanket and forget about the hustle and bustle of the big city.

A feeling of solitude and harmony with nature. At such moments, it seems that the whole world merges into a single whole, and one can only enjoy this winter fairy tale, listening to the snow falling softly and the firewood crackling in the stove.