Нежность майского утра

The first light of dawn gently touches the fields, casting a warm glow over the sleepy village. Mist curls like breath over the dew-kissed grass, and the green cottage stands still, as if holding its breath. Bare trees, silhouetted against the pale sky, frame the scene with quiet dignity. This is the Vятка region, where time slows and nature reclaims its rhythm. A moment suspended between night and day, full of promise and stillness.