About the roads. Without fools

As you know, there are two problems in Russia... well, you know.
If the first trouble is an international phenomenon, only the concentration is different everywhere, then the second trouble has somewhere been successfully overcome.
I have a friend who has long lived in Japan, married a Japanese, daughter, a porcelain oriental doll, for four years. After the Fukushima accident, she flew to Russia with her daughter for a month or two, away from unknown. Once I sat with them in guests and her mother told me how she first visited there to see her granddaughter. She put a cassette from the video she was shooting at the time. During the first twenty minutes of the conversation, the landscape of Japan was in the background. She sat in the car at the airport, turned on the camera and directed it to the window of the car. And then I noticed that in all this time the camera has never shaken. No hole or hole was caught under the wheels. I can remember only one road on which the car is equally smooth, that is the Rublevo-Uspensky highway, although it is narrow, one strip in each direction, but flat.
And then a friend told me how in the second year of life in Japan she went to meet the parents of her future husband, who live somewhere in the province. At the wheel was the bridegroom, they drove to the Japanese depths on the same narrow and smooth road, on which two cars per hour hit, no more. A temporary sign flashed in front of him, a hundred or two meters later, another temporary sign and a sign with hieroglyphs. She already understood Japanese at the time, but still read with great difficulty, so she did not understand what was written there. Before the last sign, the young man began to slow down and looked at her with a clever smile, as if hinting, "Now let's have fun!"And then from the bushes at fifty meters from the road, a man jumped out of the bushes and, along the way, stretching and sticking his pants, ran to them. He ran to the car, prayingly lay his hands and began to worship, humbly apologizing for something. He had such a repentant appearance that he seemed to give him a sword and he would make himself a harakiri, getting rid of shame. She listened and understood: in front of the road was a small to our standards, but a huge to the Japanese, with the size of a basement, a fresh puddle. Signs warned that there was danger ahead. Until they had time to remove the pit, this Japanese man was placed on guard next to it to pay attention! Show drivers how to get around. And then he left for a short time by natural necessity, and could happen irreparable - suddenly the driver will not notice three warning signs, confused before the sudden appearance on the road and not oriented how to circumvent it properly!