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Zizmo...
concerning the attitude of ordinary Hungarians to the Russians, a small sketch from my brother:
He met in Hungary on the service with our military (colonel, for instance), went for lunch in a café. Colonel in shape. Suspected of the waitress, the brother makes an order, because he speaks Hungarian freely, as opposed to, and simultaneously discusses the menu with the colonel in Russian.
The waitress turned around us. And so he will look, and on the other side will go... The Colonel is tired of it, and he asks something like, “Did the horns grow on me?”
The waitress: Yes, you are not. I just don’t understand, where are you from? Not Bulgarians, not Serbs.
Q: We are Russians.
The Russians? What are the Russian military doing here?? to
Take the polkan and lick: Something... They’re back.
Such a reaction they did not expect, the waiter cheered gladly at the manager:
The gun! The gun! The Russians are back!! to