Yesterday, at the Bulgakov Museum, the tour guide told us the following anecdote:
A tourist accidentally falls into an open sewer in Russia. He crawls out, unhappy and covered in mud, and complains, “Where I come from, they put red flags around the border so no one can fall in!”
He is asked, “You didn’t see the red flags when you crossed the border?”
(This was more apt during the Soviet era, when there were actually red USSR flags everywhere.)
Funny stuff- although still not as good as the one about the stopped train and Lenin, Stalin, Khrushchev, and Brezhnev. Hey, at what point do I get to be cool enough to be on your recommended reading list, hmm?