Spring landscape in April. In the foreground is a field with sprouts of winter wheat. Here and there, between the rows there is a picturesque pink-ocher earth, and where the sun warmed more, the shoots are denser and greener. On the left, the rows of crops go steeply downhill, on the right a birch grove is located. There are no green leaves on the trees yet, they have preserved the reddish foliage of last year, which has not flown over the winter. But the first pale green leaves are already pecking on some of the tops.

The space is divided into two equal parts: below is a field, and in the background is a birch grove. The tops of the trees bent to the right under a gust of a stormy spring wind. Behind the grove on the left, a barely noticeable path leads downhill, along which we go down and again climb the meadow that is just beginning to turn green, stretching right to the river, turning blue behind the tops of birches in the background. The low houses of a small village stand near the river.

The horizon is crossed by a brown strip of forest against a blue sky covered with dark blue rain clouds running to the right in a gust of wind. The sky in this linear arrangement occupies the fourth part of the picture. The entire landscape is filled with dynamic life and movement. The first thin stems of shoots sway from the wind, the yellow leaves of birches rustle, a black flock of birds that have already returned from the southern skies flies up from the field to fill the forests and groves with their joyful hubbub, where they will live all summer, raising their offspring. The flock has not yet found a comfortable shelter, the birds rested in the field and soared up into the sky, heading into the distant dense forest on the horizon, where they hurry to get out from the rain that is about to pour down to the ground.

Clouds have covered the sun, but its rays, breaking through them, glide merrily along the tops and trunks of birches, along the green shoots. Far on the horizon, the sky brightens, the rain has already passed there, saturating the earth with its life-giving moisture, and the birch grove, the field with the first shoots and meadows are preparing to meet the spring shower.

The motif is simple, but the artist masterfully sweeps the viewer along with him into this beautiful world of nature. Driven by the author, we travel to the Turgenev places that he knew well. Gathering material for his landscapes, Andrei Ilyich walked with a sketchbook along the very paths along which the way of the hunter Ivan Turgenev once ran. His perception of the nature of the Oryol region has much in common with the images that the writer Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev created in his stories, and Ivan Alekseevich Bunin - in his beautiful and touching poems. Therefore, the artist’s feelings, expressed in this landscape, are so close and luminous to us.