The wind, saturated with the smell of rotten leaves and damp earth, walked along the mountain slopes. Autumn scattered its colors with a generous hand: crimson, golden, ochre shades covered the trees like a festive outfit. Spruce and pine trees, dark and majestic, proudly towered over this multi-colored carpet, like guardians of ancient secrets. Below, in the valley, a river flowed like a ribbon of a winding snake, its waters seemed darker and colder framed by bright banks. The air was transparent and fresh, the sun, having already lost its summer heat, shone softly, emphasizing the beauty of autumn attire. In this silence, broken only by the rustle of falling leaves and the murmur of water, one felt a special, poignant beauty of departing nature, preparing for winter sleep.
Location of the painting:
Moscow
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