“In the middle of the peasant yard, destroyed in many places, rough, snow-covered nags and sheep stood, picking up straw; Sparrows were huddling under the canopy, frozen linen was fluttering, icy wheels, whips and various junk were lying around. A woman in a thin caftan, girded high with a rag, was carrying a bundle of brushwood; there was a snowstorm; Snow was falling from the wind and swirling around the yard...”