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1girl, solo, soviet female soldier, wwii era, about 20 years old, brown hair, clear blue eyes, winter cold-weather gear, heavy olive-drab wool greatcoat, high fur collar, thick ushanka hat with ear flaps tied up, snow dusting on shoulders and hat and coat, sitting in a shallow dug-out hollow in the snow, left knee raised, left arm resting on the raised knee, holding rifle, mosin-nagant, no scope, plain iron sights, right hand gripping own wrist, left hand holding right wrist, rifle barrel resting on left elbow, aiming through the rifle sights, iron sight aligned, snowy forest, sitting, leaning forward slightly, focused expression, half-closed eyes, looking at sights, breath visible, winter, from side, cowboy shot, cold light, muted palette A three-quarter side view from slightly below her eye level, the camera set low in the snow so the far treeline sits behind her shoulder and the hollow's lip cuts across the bottom of the frame. She sits deep in a shallow scooped-out hollow, her weight settled back on her right hip with both thighs inside the pit and the snow banked up to her waist behind her; her left foot is planted flat at the near edge of the hollow, thick felt-and-leather boots packed with snow at the laces, and her left knee stands high and forward as a solid shelf. Her left forearm lies along the top of that raised knee, elbow projecting forward, wrist slack; her right arm crosses beneath it, the right hand closed around the small of the stock, and her left hand closes over the right wrist, thumb pressed to the tendons, the two hands stacked in front of the knee. The Mosin-Nagant's long barrel passes over the crook of her left elbow, the wood of the fore-end resting directly on the sleeve there, and the rifle canters up toward her face: her cheek is pressed to the comb of the stock, her right eye behind the rear notch, the front post inside it, both iron sights standing bare on the barrel with the receiver's top flat and empty, no scope, no mount, no rings. Her left eye is squeezed shut, her right lid narrowed to a slit, her brows drawn level with concentration, lips slightly parted with a thread of breath that the cold turns to vapour and carries off to the right. She does not look at the viewer; her whole gaze is down the barrel and out into the trees. Her brown hair shows in a flattened fringe and a few strands escaping beneath the ushanka's band, the ear flaps tied up at the crown with their cords hanging behind her jaw. Snow has settled on every upward-facing surface and nowhere else: a thin white cap on the crown of the hat, a line of it along both shoulders of the greatcoat, a dusting in the folds of the fur collar and a finer scatter on the top of her left sleeve and across the top of the rifle's stock and barrel, the undersides clean. Her coat is heavy olive-drab wool with a darker fur collar turned up to her ears and a belt pulled tight at the waist; a canvas strap crosses her chest. The forest is a midground of snow-laden spruce, trunks dark and vertical, the branches loaded white and sagging under the weight, thinning into a pale blurred background of mist and more trees. The hollow is a distinct trench in the snow around her, its walls rough and shadowed, her bootprints and the scuffed marks of the rifle butt printed in the bottom, fresh snow drifted against the lip of the pit. Light is flat, cold, and comes from high and behind-left: the top of her hat and the far edges of the drifts catch a weak white glow, the front of her face and the near side of the coat fall into cool blue-grey shadow, and her shadow spills short and soft to the right across the snow. The palette stays narrow and wintery, olive-drab and fur brown against blue-shadowed white, with her eyes and the sky's reflection the only clear colour. Quiet, intent, breath-held stillness.
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