These birches grow in a specially protected area of Tsaritsyno Park and one of the ponds is visible in the background. In the rays of the setting sun the view is especially beautiful and I often passed by and thought about painting a life sketch here. In the evening in April, I began to write a sketch, and suddenly, already at dusk, I heard the rustling of leaves. And imagine my surprise when I saw a hedgehog heading towards this birch tree. Perhaps his house is located somewhere nearby. And a year later, not far away on another slope, I saw a fox hole.