Life in a Siberian village around the mountains - cooking traditional food

He embraces me, then draws me away. I gave somewhere around 150,000. This is a price segment. And sleep on time. It quickly reconfigures. They won't hang Sasha anyway. Everyone, hold on tight. Sasha is also holding on tightly. That's a cool piece of equipment. Oh no, oh no, oh no, this looks so scary. Now that's class! Wow! Like this from below. Patch it up. Take it right from here. And down with him. Let's do it once more. Lower, yes. Happiness is a journey. One must believe in life. I want to take a photo against the backdrop of this mountain. I'm going to the girls. You must hold on. Anya! Comb your hair and make a ponytail. And somewhere... Have you done it like this before? Yes. The oil is better. So it melts faster. I need to injure him. Is this oil? No, it's cheese. Left a bit too long. Okay. With this speed, you'll go by boat. What a thrill. I have studied where the thresholds are. What stones are there? How you swim. Everything is fine here. We were driving a bit further. Well, we went further there. She's freezing! Right on this tree. And then brew it in the evening. In the teapot. This is the basis. The rest is added by them. He is calling there. Prepare borscht. How much of what. I'm used to it. February March, April, May. We once issued Belarus. From Belarus, the lids. It doesn't really matter either way. Which is more convenient? A thermometer will need to be inserted here. Almost nothing remained hidden. This is the daisy I milked. There's a little fire there. While I'm being hit. Well? OK. Leška's uterus. Yes. Come here. Can I have a little cake? Mom, can I have a muffin? No, he is very hot. Ah, he's hot. Mom, give me your little cake. I'll cool down. Wash it. Fine.