This story was told to me by my mother-in-law.

She grew up in a small Siberian village. All the children of the village always played together on the street, all year round. On a frosty day, they consumed frozen birds and decided to bring them into the house to warm up, and then release them as the fierce frost ends. Young heart-healthy ornithologists among others picked up a frozen canyon. They brought everyone into the house and went back to the street to carry out rescue work. Kanjuk warmed up, looked around and decided that it was he who went well. Or maybe he thought that he had already glued the laws and got into the bird’s paradise. One bird was saved that day. They even fed well.