This evening was like early morning. Foggy morning. When we went to the window, we saw the Apple orchard plunged into a thick fog.
The lush Of may greenery on the trees turned blue. Realizing how quickly it begins to darken, we brewed hot tea,
 grabbed mugs and went to the forest.

This days we are in the village and the forest is everywhere here.
Nature is everywhere. Everything was shrouded in the evening mist. The birch forest was quiet.
 The full moon shone brightly through the mist.
 Sometimes a spring bird sang. Warm light streamed from the Windows of a distant village.

 We sat on the trunk of a birch tree and talked. In harmony with the forest.
Inhabitants of the forest. And everything around  accepted us.
We were part of the events taking place here. This is my fairy tale.