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.”