Corner of old Moscow. Snowy, frosty winter. Roofs of houses, benches of trees – everything is buried in the snow. A horse is hauled along the street, a horse drawn

This penetratingly thin, unsophisticated plot is full of sincerity, warmth. Before us is just a window of the old house – with a cracked wooden frame, peeling paint. On the

About this picture a fan of the artist Marina Tsvetayeva expressed herself as follows: “Either a family portrait, or a genial satire on a bourgeois family.” However, the same. “