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Art style: 3D Cartoon. Вечер, бедная деревенская кухня: старая печь, потёртая клеёнка на столе, тусклая лампочка без абажура. Мама Валентина сидит за столом и пересчитывает мятые купюры и монеты из жестяной банки. Настя стоит у окна, обхватив себя руками. Тёплый жёлтый свет лампы, тени. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 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. - Мама Валентина: and centered — Valentina, a weathered woman of about fifty, mother of Nastya. Round, tired face with soft jowls, fair skin lined with crow's-feet and a deep crease between the brows, pale grey-blue eyes that soften despite a stern set to the mouth. Greying ash-brown hair pulled back into a loose low bun, a few strands escaping. Short, sturdy build with rounded shoulders worn down by hard labour. She wears a faded dark-blue cardigan over a modest floral house-dress, a plain apron tied at the waist, thick wool stockings and worn brown flat house-slippers. One hand clutches a folded dish towel, the other resting protectively over her heart. Behind her, a small dim kitchen with a kettle and a curtained window at dusk.