Once I had the "happiness" to work in the reception commission of the universe. Next to my desk was a five-year-old girl. Appropriate in all respects, going to a red diploma, if it does not change the memory, studied somewhere in English. and Jaze. A young boy comes and stretches her papers. The girl looks closely and gives: Bashkortostan? Acceptance of foreign students.

The guy quietly took the documents from her hands and sat down at the next table, i.e. to me. Then we had a conversation with this girl:



I: And you don’t know where Bashkiria is?

D: Well why, I know it’s in Kazakhstan! There are also Tatarstan, Uzbekistan, Tajikistan.