I was about 5-6 years old. And my dad and mom went from a small town in Bashkir to visit the neighboring city of Magnitogorsk, which is in the Chelyabinsk region. After leaving the electric car at the city station, they were waiting for their tram. At that time, a couple of African students came out of the building. When I saw them, I shouted with a loud voice:

Why did you say black people are black?

At this point, all sides of the process silenced and in silent silence waited for my mother’s answer to my question. But here I continued:

– and? They are blue!



Good guys who understood. They smiled and went on, and we went to visit.

I have long been reminded of it.)