An Amazon search brought me to Ivan Bunin's Collected Stories. The first story is called "The Scent of Apples," and I learn on the first page that antonovka means autumn apple:
"I remember a fresh and quiet morning...The big garden, its dry and thinned out leaves turning golden in the early light. I remember the avenue of maples, the delicate smell of the fallen leaves, and the scent of autumn apples -- antonovkas --that mix of honey and fall freshness. The air's so clear it seems there is no air at all..."
There is a long history of miniature books in Russia, and you can read more about it here.
Via Nag On The Lake.