Going to roll the meat.

The Winter:
Over the head...

The Winter:
This early barbaric custom came to us from our dreamy past.

The Winter:
When our predecessors hunted the beast in the woods, they dragged it into the center of the village and rolled it over their heads, shouting at the same time, "Look, what a healthy jumping fuffny I dropped!"and "

The Winter:
It was considered to be especially chic, to open the carcass, to throw into the side of your cellar and, breaking the wall, to get exactly into the boiler standing in the oven... Therefore, the windows in the cellars tried to orient precisely to the center of the village, fearing to be exposed to overloads and already shallow structures.

The Winter:
The epic fail was considered not to get into his own cell, but in a strange one, because, according to the established custom, there is no extradition from the house.