My daughter Anya studies in Vienna and attends evening classes in German. Students are from different countries of the world there – the French, Spaniards, Italians and one American, who fell in love with an Austrian and was building the rainbow plans of life together. One day they talked on a subject “my day”.

When my daughter’s time came, she stood up and simply told that every day she wakes up, brushes up and wakes her boyfriend. As long as he splashes in the bathroom, she cooks breakfast, followed by a quick clean up, and along with the boyfriend she goes to the university. After classes she goes to work, and in the evening on the way home she comes into the store, buys food, cleans, cooks dinner and waits for her beloved. When he arrives, they have dinner and get ready for tomorrow lessons, relax, read, play on the computer or go for a walk or to the cinema. Then they come back, and she still manages to iron her boyfriend’s suit and shirt, while her dear is preparing for bed.

When Anya finished her story, she realized that she had said something wrong. In the audience was dead silence, and only her Italian friend asked hopefully:
‘You thought all this up, huh?’
‘And why?’ waved my daughter, ‘I’ve described as it is!’
And at that moment she realized that her simple story shook all men, oppressed with emancipation to the marrow.

The popularity of Russian girls in courses has increased dramatically.