Autumn in a small provincial Russian town with the church of white walls. Birds flew away to the South long ago, the harvest time is over and the breath of coming Winter is getting more and more evident. In spite of the title, there is no feeling of bad weather here. Everything goes in its own order by the road well-trodden for centuries. Rain turns to snow, wind to snowstorm and Autumn to Winter.Only rare withered leaves circling in their last dance fall with the snow and create movement in the picture. Thin harmony of tone relationships, balanced composition, the still brushstroke – everything together works for the feeling of comprehensive peace and quiet.