He finds the old brass lamp in the bottom of a trunk that has seen better days. He starts to polish it and (poof!) a genie appears in a cloud of smoke.
"Hoho, Mortal!" says the genie stretching and yawning. "For releasing me I will grant you three wishes."
The old man thinks for a moment, and says, " I want Genghis Khan resurrected. I want him to re-unite his Mongol hordes, march to the polish border, and then decide he doesn't want the place and march back home."
"No sooner said than done!" thunders the genie. "Your second wish?"
OK. I want Genghis Khan resurrrected. I want him to re-unite his Mongol hordes, march to the Polish border, and then decide he doesn't want the place and march back home."
"Hmmm. Well, all right. Your third wish?"
"I want Genghis Khan resurrected. I want him to re-unite his ---"
Okokok. Right. What's this businesss about Genghis Khan marcing to Poland and then turning around again?"
The old man smiles. "He has to pass through Russia six times!"