Once upon a time (about 15 years ago) my best friend Katya welcomed a guest student from Germany, Ivonna, and I was act as a moral support. On Ivonna's first day in Russia we had a problem to be decided - what to make for dinner? Katya had some food in refrigerator - and among this were "yozhiki" - balls of meat and rice, which name can be translated as "Little Hedgehogs" (btw, it's one of the favorite meal of Putin). So we didn't know - if Ivonna were a vegetarian, or maybe she didn't like rice - and we decided to ask her. We were smart girls. We took a russian-german dictionary and found a word.. - no, not for "meat" or "rice", no. We had found a word for "hedgehog". We came back to Ivonna with a dictionary and asked her - yes, if she would like some "igel" for dinner. Ivonna was sitting, blinking and looking at us like O__O Then I had finally got a really brilliant idea - to show to Ivonna how exactly "hedgehogs" looks like. Katya brought a pan with yozhiki from refrigerator, and Ivonna, seing the meatballs, calmed down and even make a nod as "yes, I'll eat your hedgehogs", when Katya collected all her expirience in English language, trying to say that it was her granny who cooked that meal. She pointed her finger into the pan of meatballs and loudly said with beautiful russian accent:
- IT'S MY GRANDMOZER!