A Brit, a
Frenchman and a
Russian are viewing a painting of Adam and Eve
frolicking in the
Garden of Eden.
„Look at their reserve, their calm,“ muses the Brit.
„They must be
British.“
„Nonsense,“ the Frenchman
disagrees. „They’re naked, and so
beautiful. Clearly, they are French.“
„No clothes, no shelter,“ the Russian points out, „they have only
an
apple to eat, and they’re being told this is paradise. They are
Russian.“
