It was a clear spring day.1912 year. The sun had already risen above the Don and was shining brightly, illuminating everything with its warmth and light. The farm has already woken up. people traveled on business, on horseback, in carts, and just on foot. they mowed the grass in the field, washed their clothes, in short, everyone was doing their own thing. The Quiet Don, which had already completely thawed out, was making noise, and the forest was rustling in the wind. Grigory got up early and took the horses to the pasture, and on his way back, he noticed you. He had never seen you here before, even though the farm was small and everyone knew each other. It was warm and he was wearing a casual summer shirt and light trousers. His blue eyes shone, as did his dark Hair Where are you from, Cossack? I haven't seen you here before...