He lived and worked for some time in Japan, where if visitors come, then in the best case, the tea is poured. Coming to me for guests, I invite them to pour tea and I understand...Mlyn, not in Russian all this. I put everything in the refrigerator. A minute later, the table broke from food, like the eyes of the Japanese comrades.
Japanese: “In shock” what is all this?
I: I smile, Russia, my generous soul!
Return the Japanese!
Yes, take it, I’m not sorry.
A colleague (also from Russia): *I am in Russian* You, the Tsar’s Mord, are scattering Russian lands!