Daily Life in the Village: Farm Work and Homemade Bread

I brought you a mueslin. Oh, thank you, thank you. Oh my God, bread. Mmm, so tasty. Warm water. The man didn't betray us. Now we take, I take, I make, I take a pack of wheat. I divide it in half. And I dry it. I put a little bit of white flour here. And I dry it. And I put it in paper. And it can stand for a month. I take it and make it. And now I made it. I poured all the water here. And I add a spoonful of sugar. I add sugar. One or two spoonfuls. I stir it like this. And I put it in a warm place. I stir it so that it starts to grow. I add salt. I add a little bit of salt. About this much. It's ready. I took this bag. This is the one I bought. And I want a lot of flour. They gave 750 for 45 kilos. And this is the first time I want to bake bread with it. And we'll see how it turns out. We had two boys from Kyiv. They were from Gidovy Khachin. And I was going to the town with the milkman. They caught up with me. And they said to me, Grandma, let us help you carry it. And I said, no, you have a backpack. You don't need a backpack. Let us help you. They took my bag and carried it to the town. They left it there. And we went to Kyiv. And he said, I've been to your house. I know. There are a lot of people from Khachin here. It's been eight years. God will help us. We'll make a nice bread. Take this one. Why? Put it on top. Here's a napkin. Like this. It's hard to hold it. It's a shame. It's a shame they couldn't take it. They didn't take it. There's a small cafe over there. It's yours. It's to burn. You should buy it. We're sitting here. We take it to the house. My wife's house. Good. Now we take this. This is 200, and this is 200. Let's go. I will sing to myself I want to go to Tyumen I have a bad luck Because if I have a bad luck I will be stupid I don't want to eat bread I don't want to sing Sing to her, don't bother her She is singing Because if she sings for me She will think Danube, Danube The water is quiet in you We will talk to each other When we started talking I had to take a horse To buy a lighter I had to take a horse A black horse I drank from the lighter I drank from the gold Comrade is giving up I don't remember yet Comrades, three children And I'm still walking I don't bother my daughter She is walking Because if she sings for me She will think How many songs are there All about the dear Why are there no songs About the father How many songs are there All about the dear Why are there no songs About the mother People say that I'm old That I'm old I got married I got a daughter-in-law When Bukovenka started To make noise That's when I started To have fun It's cold Wipe your feet Are the boys there? They are singing I don't know if you know I don't know We are going to the river She wants to bring milk She wants to make noise We close it So that it doesn't burn And sometimes I have a thinner one This one is better And this one is better I'm afraid to eat Don't close it I think I'll leave this one So that we can buy something To fry with the oysters This one doesn't matter I'll put it in the wine One and a half For our children May God keep you healthy Our children are all human I try to film Turn off the stove Do you want some water? I'll bring some So, let's see what we have here. Hello, Slava. What did you bring? I brought you some bread. Oh, thank you, thank you. God, the bread. Mmm, it's so tasty. That's it. Thank you.