The Gift

We were returning from Gelya's aunt's place near Donetsk in 2010-ish — which was still a part of Ukraine and the city wasn't bombed — and she was reading Nabokov to me, I think it was "The Gift"? and there was a scene with hunters traversing a river covered in ice, seeing frozen elks that appeared untouched, forever suspended in time. Wanted to paint this for some time now, and finally had a moment