I met a nice young Russian couple in Egypt. Together we went to the dining room, bathed together and went on excursions. An Egyptian staff member greeted us:
Rousseau is a tourist. A form of morality!
A form of immorality? I don’t understand the businessman’s wife. I looked at my husband and he shrugged his shoulders.
And I realized that for the first time in my life I met adult Russians who did not watch Diamond Hand.