"Our family also had a calf that was frozen before, back then it couldn't be saved after two hours, and this one's already been three or four hours; it definitely can't be saved, no matter how skilled!"
Nearby Uncle Jiri's cow shed.
Quite a few people were gathered around.
A few youngsters could be seen, looking about seven or eight years old, some in their teens. They wore cyan, dark green, dark gray, and black outerwear, each piece quite large, with a layer of reflective grime on the clothes.
Some even had dirt and dust-covered faces.
They all stood together, leaning on each other's shoulders, watching.
They even started a serious discussion.
"You kids are always jabbering nonsense, even the TV station is here recording, maybe there really is some skill!"
"Exactly, exactly, you little brats learning to critique everything like grown-ups."
A group of elders admonished them.
Actually, this is a unique phenomenon in the village.
