A comrade who had been to the United States brought this legend from there, which still seems to be true, and may well be true.
Looking at one of the Russian restaurants in New York, after sitting there for a while, he paid attention to two old men at the neighboring table.
The old women were already clearly not at the age when it was possible to earn more or less decently, and the dishes before them attracted attention with their scarcity and cheapness. Feeling pity for them, the guy called the waitress and offered to order and pay for the decent lunch.
The waitress replied that it was useless; that the old women come here quite often, and for many years the restaurant has provided them with any meals for free. That day the old women went there to just talk, so the order was appropriate.
Many decades ago, a large group of Jewish refugees from the Soviet Union arrived in New York. The Tolstoy Foundation, if anyone has heard.
The mayor of New York didn’t get overwhelmed with a huge group of people who didn’t speak English and had no work, so he simply ordered them all to settle in empty apartments in one of the city’s neighborhoods. The area was called Brighton Beach, and was considered one of the most disadvantaged places not only in New York, but in all of America. Regiments of armed blacks, drug addiction, street and apartment robbery controlled the lives of its inhabitants, and the police in those places simply feared to appear. A lot of empty apartments.
Well, those refugees lived in such conditions, lived, and decided that something had to be done.
Some of them had acquaintances and friends in Odessa. But not just in Odessa, but in Odessa-mama. It was about them that the film "Start the liquidation" was filmed or there,
“The meeting place cannot be changed.” In general, it was decided to call those friends for revenue, and the friends did not fail - arrived almost all of the composition.
For them, for friends, that trip was something like an exotic safari hunt. Some black monkeys prevented their white friends from living.
In short, the Negroes of Brighton Beach disappeared in a short time; crime stopped, life improved, and some of those who went there stayed. The police were surprised, but where did it all go?
“So,” concluded the waitress, “these old women are among the last of our rescuers who have survived to our days.
And our restaurant never denies them anything.
GCHP