Once again N has been going on and on about how hard it was to work at their dacha when he was a kid. This time, the story of hardship included planting, fertilizing and weeding dill.
“Oh, come on!” I exclaimed. “You are so exaggerating. Nobody plants or fertilizes dill. It’s a weed. It grows on its own. It’s not that hard to grow things at all.”
“I’m from Russia,” N said grimly. “Nothing grows. Not even dill.”
And just like that, the whole Russian history suddenly became crystal clear.

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