Beautiful place, Ural Mountains, but the winters are long, and snow does not melt until June. We survive long winter by eating goat cheese we make in summer months. When old grandfathers would die, we would scoop out their insides and use them for bobsled. Much fun we had. I don't know.
Someone has to DO something.
Sometimes, I just do. It hasn't made for a happy home life. I've buried ten husbands. Unlucky in love, I guess. Sometimes, I get sad about that.