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Art style: 3D Cartoon. Деревенский двор у старого забора. Пашка облокотился на забор с букетиком полевых ромашек в руке, смущённо улыбается. Настя стоит рядом с вёдрами, всё ещё смотрит на дорогу. Утреннее солнце, лёгкий туман. Убери у Насти сумку, ведра должны быть с водой ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 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: Pixar-style 3D computer animation (Pixar / Disney feature-film look) — fully volumetric 3D rendering with rounded dimensional forms, soft subsurface-scattering skin, physically based materials, soft global illumination, rich saturated colours and appealing stylised character proportions. The WHOLE frame is 3D animation — never flat 2D illustration, never photoreal live action. Every surface, skin, fabric, material, and environmental element must be rendered in this idiom. Character appearance reference (MUST match exactly): - Настя: and centered — Nastya, a dreamy, stubborn and kind-hearted 20-year-old village girl. Slim build, average height, fair skin with a light scatter of freckles across her nose and cheeks. Long wavy chestnut-brown hair loosely braided over one shoulder, soft hazel eyes, gentle round face with a hopeful, slightly determined half-smile. She wears a faded floral cotton dress in muted blue tones, a hand-knitted cream cardigan with a small mend at one elbow, and a thin worn canvas satchel across her body. On her feet are scuffed low-heeled ankle boots. One hand clutches a single train ticket, the other rests on the satchel strap. She stands on a dusty rural road at golden dawn, wooden fence and distant village houses behind her, hopeful gaze toward the horizon. - Пашка: wooden fences, a weathered log house, tall grass and dusty road behind him. Pashka is a young man of about nineteen, lean and a touch gangly with slightly rounded shoulders, fair skin lightly tanned from outdoor work, and warm hazel eyes. He has tousled sandy-blond hair, a faint cowlick, scattered freckles across his nose, and an open, honest, bashful smile with a slight blush. He wears a faded light-blue checked short-sleeve shirt over a plain grey t-shirt, rolled-up worn blue jeans, and scuffed canvas sneakers. His posture is a bit awkward, one hand rubbing the back of his neck shyly, standing in loose village dust.