В середине 19-го века австрийский инженер Гюнтер Пельцль был приглашен на работу в Одессу,где и познакомился с Сарой Миттельман,ставшей впоследствии его женой.

В 1860 году у них родилась девочка,которую назвали в честь бабушки Кларой.

В 1885 она вышла замуж за Алоиса Гидлера (по матери-Шикльгрубера). 20 апреля 1989 у них родился мальчик.Адольф.

Всех,кто не поленился прочесть сей фейк -с Первым Апреля )Днём Дурака))

Но, как говорили у нас в КВН, "если серьёзно", то вряд ли в мире есть другой такой город, давший миру "знаменитостей" всех мастей, политиков, учёных, артисто , писателей.

Видимо соленый воздух Чёрного моря благотворно влияет на мозги и генетику.

Ну и "смешение народов". Не тот город назвали Вавилоном )).

Не зря только в США 12 городов с названием Одесса.

In the middle of the 19th century, Austrian engineer Gunter Pelzl was invited to work in Odessa, where he met Sarah Mittelman, who later became his wife.

In 1860, they had a girl, who was named after her grandmother, Klara.

In 1885, she married Alois Hiedler (Schicklgruber on his mother's side). On April 20, 1989, they had a boy. Adolf.

Happy April Fool's Day to everyone who was not too lazy to read this fake.

But, as they used to say in KVN, "if seriously", it is unlikely that there is another such city in the world that has given the world "celebrities" of all stripes, politicians, scientists, artists, writers.

Apparently, the salty air of the Black Sea has a beneficial effect on the brain and genetics.

Well, what a "mixing of nations". The wrong city was named Babylon )).

It's not for nothing that in the USA alone there are 12 cities named Odessa.

Near the Black Sea

There is a city I see in my dream

Oh, if you just knew how it's dear me!

Near the Black Sea, it's opened to me,

The city is in blooming acacias!

The city is in blooming acacias

Near the Black Sea ...

There is a sea in which I swam and sank

And I was pulled ashore to my fortune.

There is the air that I breathed in childhood,

And I couldn't breathe till the thrill!

And I couldn't breathe till the thrill

Near the Blac

I'll never forget the boulevard and the beacon,

The flashing lights of the steamboats

That bench where , my dear,

We exchanged glances the first time!

We exchanged glances the first time!

Near the Black Sea ...

My native land where my young friend

He laid there, burned on by the fight

No wonder he got a golden wreath,

And my city is named the Hero!

And my city is named the Hero,

Near the Black Sea ...

And life remains beautiful always

Whether you are get old or young.

But every Spring it pulls me so

To my sunny, joyful city!

To Odessa - my sunny city

Near the Black Sea ... ...

Near the Black Sea ...