This book is an emetic, in the best, medical sense of the word. And the fact that Kokh-Svinarenko found him at every point (where they were) on the globe is not cosmopolitanism at all, but patriotism of the highest standard. In the sense that not only our Motherland is complete shit, but all other people’s Homelands too. Although ours is still the stinkiest.

And if after reading the fourth “Box” you don’t think so, it means you haven’t re-read the first one for a long time. And between the first and second there is a small break. And so on... My point is that this is a real reference book.

And yet, this book is a must-read for children. Aloud. Before bedtime. Or before leaving to study in England. So that the Motherland - and any one at that - does not seem like honey to them.

And do not miss obscene or other swear words when reading aloud. Because they are very important copyright marks. A type of middle finger protruding from the fist of a hand bent at the elbow.

Although we learned this sign from Soviets of foreign origin.