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Art style: Pixar-like 3D. Утро на деревенской улице. Тим печально сидит на скамейке, рядом деревянный кораблик с оторванным парусом. Емеля садится рядом и чинит парус яркой тканью и прочной бечёвкой. На лицах героев появляются надежда и радость; тёплый солнечный свет. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ FINAL STYLE ENFORCEMENT (this is the authoritative rendering directive — it overrides any style wording elsewhere in the prompt): Render this image in the following art style: Stylized cinematic 3D, expressive animated characters, soft rounded forms, polished materials, warm cinematic lighting, charming facial expressions, high-end animated film look. Every surface, skin, fabric, material, and environmental element must be rendered in this idiom. Character appearance reference (MUST match exactly): - Емеля: and centered — Emelya, a cheerful Russian boy of about nine. Round rosy face, fair skin, a light scatter of freckles across the nose, bright blue eyes with a sly self-satisfied sparkle, and a small smirking grin showing a chipped front tooth. Tousled straw-blond hair with a cowlick sticking up. Sturdy, slightly chubby build. He wears a loose embroidered linen rubakha shirt in cream with red folk stitching at the collar, held by a woven sash belt, patched brown trousers, and worn birch-bark lapti sandals with wrapped cloth leggings. He clutches a small carved wooden chest with a brass clasp to his chest, half-hugging it protectively. Rustic log-cabin village yard behind him, hay and a wooden fence. - Тим: and centered — Tim, a fictional neighbour boy around eight years old with a small slender build and a soft round face, warm fair skin with a scatter of light freckles across his cheeks and nose, big expressive hazel eyes, and tousled sandy-blond hair falling over his forehead. He wears a faded red-and-white striped long-sleeve shirt, rolled-up blue denim overalls with one loose strap, and scuffed brown leather lace-up shoes with grey socks peeking out. He clutches a small broken wooden toy sailboat with a snapped mast against his chest, shoulders slightly slumped, lips pressed in a sad trembling pout, glistening eyes brimming with grateful emotion. He stands on a wooden porch of a rustic village cottage, soft daylight, a garden fence and green meadow behind him.