Trotsky walks into a bar.....

A Soviet judge walks out of the courtroom, barely managing to suppress his wild laughter.
A colleague asks, "What is it you’re laughing about?"
"Well, I just heard a great joke," the judge says.
"A joke? Tell me!"
"Are you crazy? I just sentenced the author to ten years of hard labor for telling that joke!"

Soviet worker to another: 'When communism eventually arrives, every citizen of our glorious country will get to use a plane to fly wherever he needs, for free!
"Are you crazy? What the hell would you need that for?'
'Well, imagine that suddenly you learn that, say, toilet paper is being given out in Vladivostok. Fly for few hours--and you'll be there!'

Alexander the Great, Caesar and Napoleon observed the army parade in Red Square, as honorable visitors.
'If I had Soviet tanks,' Alexander said, 'I would have been invincible!'
'If I had Soviet planes,' Caesar speaks, 'I could have conquered the whole world!'
'And if I had had the newspaper "Pravda" ("Truth"),' Napoleon said, 'the world, even now, would not have found out about Waterloo!'

A lawyer, a surgeon, a builder and a communist were having an argument about whose trade was older.
'When God condemned Adam and Eve and exiled them from paradise,' said the lawyer, 'that was a legal act! So my profession is the oldest.'
'But please,' the surgeon said, 'before that God created Eve from Adam's rib. And that was a surgical operation! So my profession is older.'
'Forgive me,' said the builder, 'but a little bit earlier than that God created the world, he constructed it. So my profession is the oldest. Because as is known, there was only chaos before that.'
'And who created chaos?' the communist exclaimed triumphantly. 'Certainly, we communists!'

Soviet worker comes home and finds his wife in bed with a lover.
'Masha! Here you are engaged in nonsense again, when the shop down three blocks is actually selling sausages!"

What's the difference between socialism and capitalism?
Under capitalism one person exploits another person, and under socialism - the opposite.

Soviet worker is walking along the street in one boot.
'Have you lost a boot?' a passer-by asks.
'On the contrary - I've found one!'

A passerby asks a man with a roll of toilet paper, 'Tell me please, where did you get that toilet paper?'
'I've just come from the dry-cleaners.'

Before the Great October Revolution, people of Chukotka only had two feelings: they felt cold and hungry.
Afterwards they had three: they felt cold, hungry and endlessly grateful to Communist party of USSR!

What's the difference between a Christian and a Communist?
The Christian hopes to get to Paradise after death, and the Communist - to be posthumously rehabilitated.
(in the same vein: After Khruschev's famous speech regarding cruelty of Stalin's regime and dismantling his personal cult, a bouquet of flowers appeared on Stalin's grave with message: "To the posthumously repressed from those posthumously rehabilitated...")

An Englishman, a Frenchman and a Russian once shared their opinions on what was happiness.
'I test happiness,' said the Englishman, 'when in the winter, after good hunting I come back home and with a glass of good brandy, I settle down in an armchair opposite a roaring fire.'
'For me happiness,' said the Frenchman, 'is when I'm in a good restaurant eating good food and drinking good wine in the company of a fine woman, and then - a night of passion.'
'How you understand happiness!' exclaims the Russian. 'For me happiness is when, after a wearisome workday, I come into my room in my communal home, where I live together with my wife, my two children and the mother-in-law, and during the night there is a loud knock at the door, and I open it, and on the threshold are two threatening looking creatures standing there and ask me "Are you citizen Paramonov?" and I answer them: "He's not here, Paramonov lives a floor above!" Now there is true happiness!'

Why do KGB men always walk in threes? Because only one can read, while the another can write. The third, however, is there to keep his eye on the two intellectuals...".
 
That is a long one, deserves separate post:

It’s a cold day in the middle of winter in Moscow, and a long line has formed in front of a butcher’s shop on the rumor that sausages will soon be available.

After the eager citizens have stood in line for an hour, slapping themselves and stamping their feet to keep warm, the butcher sticks his head out the door and says, “Comrades, I regret to say that the lorry has been delayed, and there will not be enough sausages for everyone! All Jewish citizens are required to leave the queue!”

Muttering and grumbling, the Jewish people leave the line.

The temperature drops and the wind starts blowing. After a couple more hours the butcher sticks his head out again and says, “The lorry has been further delayed, and there will be a distinct shortage of sausages! Comrades from the Moldavian S.S.R. are required to leave the line!”

So the Moldavians leave, and the remaining citizens continue their vigil as the wind blows harder and snow starts to fall.

A while later the butcher reappears and says, “The lorry is still not here! Comrades from the Estonian S.S.R., please leave the queue!”

And so it continues the rest of the afternoon: one by one, the various ethnic groups of the Soviet Socialist Republics — the Ukrainians, the Lithuanians, the Latvians, the Byelorussians, the Kazakhs, the Uzbeks, the Tajiks, the Turkmen, the Kyrgyz, the Armenians, and the Georgians — are all required to leave the line and go home. No one is left but the comrades of the Russian Federated Socialist Republic.

Finally, as night falls, with the snow almost a foot deep, the butcher emerges one more time.
- - - - - - - - -
“Comrades! Counter-revolutionaries have sabotaged the fuel depot! The lorry cannot refuel, so there will be no sausages today! Everyone must go home!”

Muttering and grumbling, the Russians turn away and start the long walk home through the snow. One old fellow turns to the man next to him and says, “Those damned Jews! Why do they always get all the breaks?”
 
Gagarin is launched into space. Before leaving from home, he leaves a note to his wife: "Dear Natasha! I'm going to outer space, I'll be up in the sky, will be back on Monday"
Gagarin comes back and he's shocked to find a note from his wife: "Dear Yuri! I'm at the shop, waiting in the bread line. I have no idea when I will come home"

A WW2 one:
Someplace the front is static and trenches run close. A Soviet infantry unit has been rushed to the front far too soon. They have had iron discipline and parade ground drill hammered into them, but missed the actual combat training part.

So, next day angry German soldiers are hurling swearwords across the lines addressing the questionable parentage of all the Soviet leadership. The Russians stoically fail to react to abuse of Stalin, Lenin et al, but as one German says "and as for Zhukov, that son of...", a Russian private suddenly snaps to attention. Fritz is stunned, but the Russian stands still until a German sentry guns him down. Astonished discussion follow, and the Germans begin to methodically experiment.

They discover that Russian privates will apparently leap to attention as their names are called, and have not been taught what to do next.... HIWI's with loudspeakers are bought up, and so a dreadful massacre starts:

"You, Petrov!" - two privates stand, and are shot.
"HEY, IVANOV!" - at least a platoon leaps up, and is machinegunned.
On the Soviet side the helpless Russian soldiers cower in their trench, start lighting last cigarettes,
-"Novikov!" (gunfire, screams) -
The Russians await each new name with dread, some scribble despairing letters,
"Sidorov!" - Ivan Petrovich and Igor Nikolayovich do their duty as taught and stand to attention (ripping sound of MG 42 burst, screams, blood, thud of body parts)
Those who have vodka are hastily using it with trembling hands...
"Smirnov!" (terror, shooting, agonised groans)
In one trench a terrified central asian type cringes in a corner, whimpering "Please God, anything but Abdulrakhmanov, anything but Abdulrakhmanov..."
 
That is a long one, deserves separate post:...
Here's another one from the same era:
A Jew passes a milk shop and sees a note on the door: "The milk is not sold to the Jews!"
He is outraged. He goes straight to the management and shouts at the shops owner: "How can you forbid selling milk to the Jews?!" "This is an outrage!" "Discrimination!"
The owner takes him by the elbow and walks him to a corner: "Don't shout! Have you SEEN that milk?!"
 
CIA decides to plant a high-quality spy into Russian heartland.
According to legend, the guy is supposed to be simple kolkhoznik, so he has received years of tutelage from best Russian experts CIA has to offer.
At the end of his extensive course, he has learned to speak perfect Russian without any accent (including wide vocabulary of curses), use foot wraps, brew moonshine, harvest grain with a sickle, use samovar etc.
So, as he is given a perfect set of false documents and dropped from a parachute into a rural area someplace around Stalingrad at night, he hides his parachute into forest and starts off towards the nearest village in the morning.

Halfway to the village, he meets an old babushka and greets her, asking for directions. "The village is that way, comrade Spy," says the babushka.
"How could you see past my false identity?!" asks completely astonished intelligence officer.
"Easily enough, son", answers the woman. "See, we don't normalle have Negroes around here".
 
I knew a IMHO better (although more racist version):

CIA decides to plant a high-quality spy into Russian Romanian heartland.
According to legend, the guy is supposed to be simple kolkhoznik, so he has received years of tutelage from best Russian experts CIA has to offer.
At the end of his extensive course, he has learned to speak perfect RussianRomanian without any accent (including wide vocabulary of curses), use foot wraps, brew moonshine, harvest grain with a sickle, use samovar etc.
So, as he is given a perfect set of false documents and dropped from a parachute into a rural area someplace around Stalingrad Bucharest at night, he hides his parachute into forest and starts off towards the nearest village in the morning.

Halfway to the village, he meets an old babushka babuta and greets her, asking for directions. "The village is that way, comrade Spy," says the babushka woman.
"How could you see past my false identity?!" asks completely astonished intelligence officer.
"Easily enough, son", answers the woman. "See, blacks don't usually grow here".

Might be better only in my language, not sure. :p
 
Could be said in any language I think.
 
Yeah I know but many jokes have somewhat of a special appeal when in a certain language, might be that this particular phrasing that I used (I'm not talking about most of the joke, I'm talking about the end, which is what I modified) is more suitable for a certain language, while a different phrasing would be more suitable for another one.
 
A Communist died and since he was a honest man albeit atheist, he was sentenced to rotate spending one year in Hell and one year in Heaven. One year passed and Satan said to God : "Take this man as fast as possible, because he turned all my young demons into Young Pioneers, I have to restore some order." Another year passed, Satan meets God again and tells him : "Lord God, it's my turn now." God replied : "First of all, don't call me Lord God, but instead Comrade God; second, there is no God; and one more thing - don't distract me or I'll be late to the Party meeting."

Not necessarily a Soviet one, but still...

During WW2, two Jewish conscripts of Red Army are found sitting in the trenches, in spite of having been commanded to join in the assault. Charged with insubordination, they are immediately taken to tribunal and sentenced to death.
They are, however given a chance to explain themselves before fulfilling of the verdict.
"See, we were sitting in the trenches, when our commander yelled: "Forward, eagles!" (Vperyod, orlõ!). And all "eagles" did charge forward. We, however, are not eagles, but lions. I am Lev Davõdovich and he is Lev Abramovich. (lev=lion in Russian)
 
Reminded to me in another thread, this is where they belong!

Soviet cosmonaut return from Mars. When he is finally allowed to meet with his family, everyone is burning with interest.
"Say, Kolya, was there life, too?"
"Actually yes, But don't mention it to anybody!"
"Why?"
"Because otherwise we'll surely start handing out support to them..."

Soviet news agency announcement:
"Yesterday our government sent out two planes with humanitarian aid for our starving brothers in Somalia: one with clothes, another with foodstuffs.
The plane with clothes happily arrived. The plane with foodstuffs was shot down while flying over Tulskaya oblast..."

Soviet delegation tries to convert native Congolese into "right path". Leader of delegation is having speech:
"Comrades n*ggers! Today you live in hunger. At best there is scarce cassava to be had. But if you'll accept socialism, you'll start eating steaks every day!"
"AMAMBA!", yells entire tribe. The leader of the delegation is pleased.
"Comrades n*ggers! Today you live in mud huts. But if you'll accept socialism, you'll start living in marble palaces!"
"AMAMBA!", yells entire tribe again. The leader of the delegation is even more pleased.
"Comrades n*ggers! Today you walk in dirty loinclothes. But if you'll accept socialism, you'll start wearing best smokings!"
"AMAMBA!", yells entire tribe once more, shaking spears and hooting. The leader of the delegation beams with pleasure.
In the evening, hospitable Congolese throw great festivities to honor their guests.
Leader of the delegation, having had few glasses of vodka too many, can not resist, strips off his clothes and joins wild, naked dance around the campfire.
"Look", says one Congolese thoughtfully to another. "What a mighty white chief... and what a tiny amamba..."
 
I do not think many Westerners understand that particular african joke. They do not have a cult of amamba as we do.
 
So whenever someone comes up to you and asks you to give him your coat, you reply "balooba?"
Your boss tells you "Balooba to you, not a vacation"?
"What did you get for that job? Balooba!"
and so on?
 
I do not think many Westerners understand that particular african joke. They do not have a cult of amamba as we do.

Nah, screw those Westerners, they probably can't get half of this thread :D
... illustrated by next one:

Capitalist, socialist and communist agree upon a meeting. Socialist is late and apologizes himself by saying he was standing in a queue to buy sausages.
"What is queue?" asks capitalist, puzzled.
"What are sausages?" asks communist, puzzled.
 
I am pretty sure Australians have vaguely similar term...
http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/bollocks
# (UK, vulgar) The testicles (sometimes used in the singular)
# (UK, vulgar) Nonsense or information deliberately intended to mislead.

Main difference with Russian is part of genitalia referred to :lol:

Not only. It is a fancy way of saying "nothing" among other things.
 
Not only. It is a fancy way of saying "nothing" among other things.
Well, Russian being probably the most expressive language in the world due to its highly synthetic grammar, I highly doubt there is anything that can't be said by using solely derivatives of this one word...:lol:
 
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