As a child, I was impressed by the beauty and unpredictability of our language. We had five years of such a divorce: you are told the word, and you put it in the phrase "I with #word# under the balcony". For example, "I with the dog under the balcony". And when it came to the word roulette, everyone began to rust, and I stood and amazed at the richness of Russian language.
Later I was shocked by the words of one of my uncles, who turned on the paved sidewalk.