Life in Remote Kazakhstan Taiga on the Outskirts of the Civilisation

I'm going to show you how to do it. I'm going to make a mask. Do you want to cut it? Yes, I want to cut it. Oh, you want to cut it. I'll cut it. It's a beautiful knife. Yes, it's beautiful. I'm going to cut it. I'm going to cut it in half. I'll cut it. I'm going to cut it. I put on rubber. It didn't go well. I'll cut it. Can you see the thick part? It's separated. It will flow. It will be like a soft plasticine. More? A little bit more Good Can I sit here? You can go to work What do you want? Do you need an axe? Which side do you need? Here For me, right? Do you have an axle? Axle? Do you need another one? Half of the calf is sucking It's called sucking Sanechka She doesn't have a leg When it's frozen, it crumbles quickly It's cut My elder son After the 7th grade He's studying in a Turkish high school He lived there In the city They have their own boarding school Onion Makes you cry In a Russian oven They bake bread My mother They have such bread My old chair Sanechka, what are you doing? Thank you What are you doing? I'm making sausages Sausages? I'm making sausages What are you making? I'm making sausages How old are you? I'm 14 years old 14 years old Let me see How old are you? Hello How do you do it? I can't see Crumble Let's go look And cook We already have a stove When we used to make jam If you want to know So that it doesn't get sour We took a spoon And put a drop On a nail If this drop didn't spread And stayed Then they found out That the jam is no longer sour And it was already ready As you can see It became so beautiful