The Clash of Civilizations
My college friend bought a house with a plot under Peter.
The house is large, beautiful, two-storey with a loft, but very old - it has not smelled repair for forty years.
At the family council it was decided to invest a bunch of money, but to make a huge chocolate candy from the house...
They studied the construction prospectus and concluded that the roof should be personally covered by the living Finns, somehow with their nano-technological megashiffer.
Expensive, but half a century of Finnish guarantee also means something, because the rain in
Peter is a permanent state of heaven.
Parallel, hired a brigade easier: three people from the Russian depth
- for insulation, sewing and everything there, breaking out old floors, in a word - all but the roof.
At the appointed hour, a huge truck arrived at the house, unloaded a shiffer, tools, foods, bottles of drinking water, a bio-toilet and two sick Finns.
The masters inspected the house, counted, threw and announced to my friend:
“Come in exactly a week, the roof will be ready.”
Then they quickly consulted with each other in Finnish and with anxiety in the voice added: "In any case, come in a week not earlier than two o'clock in the day, so that we will definitely have time..."
Thro the week, the Finns went down from the roof only to visit their bio-toilets. There was no special dialogue with the Russian brigade – the language barrier, and not at all – every second is recorded.
Finally came the long-awaited day when my friend and family, burning out of impatience, just at two came to take the roof.
The Finns minute by minute, not only had time to splash 12 shirtes of urticaria for the siblings, but also to remove each tick behind them. They washed and dusted the whole roof where they lived. Not only: the owners were presented with a large box of candy and a bottle of wine, in honor of the birthday of the new roof.
My friend was stunned by the quality and speed of the Finns’ work, and equally – by the diligence of our brigade, which, besides, today was not.
They asked for a holiday. The unhappy owner walked around the house, rehearsing his mother’s speech for tomorrow’s meeting with the brigade, bending his fingers with shortcomings. (It was best for these men to find problems that needed unplanned, but urgent financial inputs.)
After the Finns arrived the car they drowned and finally gave my friend a package:
Transmit this to your guests and apologize for us for disturbing them.
to sleep...
(In the package were the same candy and wine)
Which guests were disturbed?
The Finns:
Those three people who stayed here.
We woke up at five in the morning, whispered and knocked the hammer until late at night. The poor slept for an hour. But the guys of the world, we were not offended, even vodka to drink called. We would drink with them if it wasn’t work.
Sometimes we also helped them when their wheelchair or volleyball ball flew to us on the roof.
By the way, your guests did not sunbath all the days, and even something on the farm.
You were made here: saucers mowed, piled. Send them a greeting from us. They didn’t let us miss, they did a show.

The unfortunate Finns lost the ability to move for ten minutes, even their buttocks hanged, when the master, after a long pause, revealed to them the terrible secret that those guys, at all not friends, not even relatives, but the same wage workers and "rest" they were about the same salary.