The last border of Autumn. The ground is already covered by the first snow but the river is still free from ice shell. Chilly Autumn breath is mixed with the freshness of Winter air. White-blue masses float in the thick dark sky and the depth of the water. They seem to be split into two halves. Though the Winter is closing in – silent, persistently and irreversibly. Soon everything is going to be covered with snow, Autumn melancholy will become a memory and the freshness of Winter mornings will greet every new day.