The sun -the sun in January after severe frosts.It hung in the purple sky and lit up the snowy ground , the pines, and the trees. And the sun's rays lit up the river ,all its twists and turns. And the warmth came, and with the warmth came grace. And silence...so the drops became audible. It's not spring yet...but there is already a premonition in the thaw on Onion Mountain in Belarus.