A Czech joke
There once lived a beautiful young woman in a small village in Bohemia.
When the time came for her to marry, the young woman announced she didn't like any of the men who lived in the village.
So she proposed a contest. Suitors from all over the world were invited to come to the village, and they would be asked a question: What is love?
The one who answered correctly would win the hand of the lovely maiden.
The first who showed up was a Russian.
'What is love?' the Russian asked. 'Bah! It does not exist! It is only propaganda put forth by intellectuals to keep the middle classes in bondage.'
'Interesting answer, very strong,' the young woman replied. 'But no, that's not it. Next'
The next suitor was an American.
'Well, ma'am,' said the American. 'To me, love means we'd be together forever, through good times and bad.'
'That's very touching,' said the girl. 'Very optimistic. I'll think about it. Next.'
The next one was a Frenchman.
'To me, mademoiselle, love is the stars and the rain and the sunlight in your eyes!'
'Ah, how romantic!' cried the lovely girl. 'But, we'll see. Next.'
Up stepped a suave Italian.
'For me, love means we would go to bed and make love constantly!'
'How exciting!' mused the girl. 'I'll think about it.'
Finally, a young Czech man, who came from a nearby village, stepped up. He had just arrived in the village and wondered what all the fuss was about.
'It is a contest,' said the lovely maiden. 'Can you answer the question, what is love?'
'What is the prize?' asked the Czech, thinking about it.
'Why -- me.' The girl flashed her dazzling smile.
'Yes, yes,' said the Czech. 'And what other prizes are there?'
'You bastard!' cried the girl.
They were married the next day.