Today, at the mail in Pushkin, a aunt (simple as three pennies) tried long and boring to find out at the operator where her parcel was, which she sent, for a moment, from Sergiev Posad to Arkhangelsk. There is no cheque. Track number is unknown.
In order to break through the promised window as soon as possible, I advise the missing aunt to leave the operator alone and go down to the neighboring entrance, where the top post office is sitting.
My aunt was half sick.
After five minutes she came back because... she didn’t find the neighboring entrance! Not a secret door, not a slope behind a drawn fireplace, but a huge door with no less a huge staircase!
She left the office with the words "Russia is a country of idiots". At that point she was not opposed.)