You never noticed how the winter cover of the earth changes in the evening. It means snow. This is just when the sun is just beginning to set and its light becomes pale pink and the snow is accordingly saturated with this color.
On this canvas Krymov is just one of those evenings when it is the pink color that turns the area into something delightfully beautiful. But on the canvas is a simple genre landscape.
We see houses in the village and most likely a large two-story building - this is a school. Closer to us is a slide with which the children ride. And then, on the way, we see that the sleigh ride. In general, this is a common village idyll. Nothing more is needed, only peace and quiet. At least that's what the picture says.
But there is something strange in her. Of course, first of all, it is the abundance of a pink hue, then some kind of turquoise sky with forests blackening on the horizon. And plus to this - houses with different shades of black and brown. But at the same time, the canvas itself is not so actively bright. It is as if extinguished by this winter cold. By the way, the cold is cold, but the kids are on the street and are completely absorbed in their game. There is a feeling of cold from this canvas, but it is not repulsive, but it attracts to itself.
Everything would seem simple and not simple, everything is clear and yet somehow not so. But it is still surprising how the artist clearly draws a large tree in the right corner. It is the only one out of the total mass of forest plantations and somehow also looks special. Or maybe there is nothing in this canvas so special and everything just seems.
It is not for nothing that they say that the winter season is deceiving. This is how to know! And all I want to be there, on a quiet village street and just sit in a hut or on the street and just feel the silence. It is the silence that is so lacking for us, the inhabitants of urban slums.
Kramskoy Self Portrait