It is a standing joke (well, bending joke) that villagers only see each other all summer bent over working in the garden.
The story goes that one summer day a man got on the mini-bus to go to the city. A woman on the bus said “Dobri dien, Victor Ivanovich”. The man said, “I’m sorry, I don’t recognize you. Please bend over”.
So the woman bent over, presenting her broad backside, where upon the man exclaimed, “Ah, Galina Vasylovna, Eta Ti! Dobri dien!”
The story goes that one summer day a man got on the mini-bus to go to the city. A woman on the bus said “Dobri dien, Victor Ivanovich”. The man said, “I’m sorry, I don’t recognize you. Please bend over”.
So the woman bent over, presenting her broad backside, where upon the man exclaimed, “Ah, Galina Vasylovna, Eta Ti! Dobri dien!”
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