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My cousin is from the village. So he, when he was in our city for the first time in guests (he was then 7-8 years old), accompanied by his parents went straight to the elevator and, to their surprise, when the doors opened, began to take off his shoes and with the appearance of the deepest reverence he entered the elevator barefoot.

A wonderful story about the Japanese.
The history of Japanese railways began in 1872. On the first train Tokyo-Yokohama were invited all the senior ranks. Arriving in Yokohama, everyone without exception fell into a crash. The high-ranking persons invited to this celebration climbed into the wagons in the same way that the Japanese used to enter the house: before they stood on the foot, each of them mechanically rattled. When, after fifty-seven minutes, the admired gentlemen came down to Yokohama, they were surprised and irritated to find that no one had taken care of transporting and placing their shoes on the bench.