Evening with Vladimir Solovyov (№ 418942)

In 1989, as a graduate student, I went to an American school. I was asked to teach a lesson there. I was surprised when they sat there, feet on the table, and burst the pizza. I am a graduate of the Soviet school. For me, this was unthinkable in class. Then my friend professor explained to me for a long time that I did not understand the spirit of freedom and democracy.