Trolls before the Internet era.

A person wakes up in the morning, boring, especially nowhere to go, what to do in the head does not come, the mood below the plinth. Now well, went to the forum, talked about the ugliness, nobody sees you, they won't give you a moustache, except that they will get stuck, but that's not a problem, so after all.

And as it was before... Someone will take a bottle of hot water, remove a glass and the mood has improved. Another will remember what he wanted to write to the newspaper, get a piece of paper, a pen and: “Dear editorial!” And the third one will also write: "The head of the police department is like that! I am telling you that my neighbor...” it made me feel easier. A familiar situation? Even more would. And in the store, in the clinic, there will always be someone who needs to show his self, shatter everyone, embrace him. And if you can embrace a doctor, a nurse, a seller, a cashier, a hairdresser - in general, the day was successful. At the time of the USSR there were such "Books of Complaints and Proposals", there was a divide - I don't want to write.

In the mid-1980s I was friends with a hairdresser girl, of course, was aware of all the affairs in her institution. On that significant day, I came to her work with a rather prosaic purpose, to repair the TV, which successfully died away and didn’t want to show anything. On my shy proposals to call the telemaster, it was categorically stated: “You are a specialist or where?” It was in the evening, I was very hopeful of a good continuation, so I put the instrument, radio parts in my portfolio and went to the barber.

I went in, greeted, the male half of the clients immediately arranged a workplace for me. A chair and a free manicure table. I unloaded the tool, screwed off the rear cover of the TV, turned it onto the grid, pulled out the tester from the portfolio and started looking for a malfunction.

Among the clicks of the scissors, the rumbling of the cars and the swinging of the fan were heard explosions of laughter. I looked around. Some grandfather, in a jacket with several rows of prize blades, told something and showed it in the faces. The whole people had fun.

– Uncle Yuri, who is this fun grandfather? I asked Yuri Yakovlevich, the head of the barber.
“This, brother, is a legendary personality, our ‘diamond foundation’, you know, as we call it, ‘The Unbroken’.
- The fact that grandfather is heroic - it is seen by the number of prize columns, but why is it "unbroken"?
He’s my neighbor, we’ve known him for 40 years. He volunteered on the front. How he fought, you see. He was captured, fled, partisan, when our offensive, returned to the regular army. He ended the war in Königsberg. Coming home, and the family is not, all died - the square with the evacuated were bombed. He worked, married again, he had a good wife - aunt Nina, a good, died two years ago. Here he comes here once a month, will sit among the people, will beat the bikes, will entertain the people, will cut off and go home.
Uncle Yuri, why the Diamond Fund?
This is how all our students practice. After all, not every client will agree to have his student shave. And the Diamond Fund. We love and care for such clients. Okay, I went to work. What do you have? Is it?
Everything is fine, he will live, he will not go anywhere, he will last five more years.

I went deep into work and did not notice how my girlfriend approached me.
The day is gone, it will start now.
What will start? I put on the solder and turned around.
The elephant has arrived.
What an elephant?
The most ordinary, now, will begin to scream, then will demand a "painful" book and will begin to compile what all the villains around are.

Here I remembered. Once I went to the barber room, full of people, I waited for a long time for my girlfriend, it was boring, I entertained myself and the girlfriend by reading a "painful" book. Indeed, most of the records were signed by "Elephant" - apparently this is the name of the complainant. I liked one of the last recordings:
I visited a hairdresser number like that. The master cut me like that. After her haircut, I became like a goat.
Wick, did he write to you?
- He wrote on all, and this cattle base only goes here. At first he made statements on almost all the neighbors, and then on the neighborhood, such as why all the neighbors are still free, and the neighborhood with them in share.
How do you know?
This is my permanent client.
I’ll build it, what a fucking thing.
- Don't get connected, make a TV and go home, I baked the cake with maca in the morning, as you like.

I went into work again, the TV began to give signs of life, there was a sound and even the screen lit up. Changing the next lamp and looking into the hall, he noticed that the elephant, ignoring the line, sat in the free chair. The unwavering grandfather did not rush up and went into the hall.

It’s your turn, people are waiting.
I am without a line.
In the bathroom and in the bathroom, everything is equal. Stand up, I say, and wait like everyone else.
I was a warfighter, I fought.
You fought in a food warehouse in Tashkent.
“Yes, I’m, I’m going to show you this... Elephant begins to get off the chair.
- Show your grandmother, if there is anything to show, stand up, I say, soldiers of Tashkent, do not delay.

The elephant jumped from the chair, almost knocking off the master's legs, grabbed his stick and did not remove the sheets, on the road smashed the shaving device on the floor, rushed to take revenge. Soap foam and hot water sprinkled in all directions. The girls rushed out where they were. The deceased did not retreat. Intercepting his stick in the way of a rifle, the old soldier showed a class of stalk combat, the master of fencing on the stakes was immediately visible. In the hall were flying towels, shaving tools and matjugs. The girls were scared at the corner. The clients bowed in chairs, the men made bets and argued for beer. By defeating the elephant's weapon, the Unbroken moved to short attacks by rapidly striking the body of the elephant to the exit. Withdrawing, the elephant slipped on the shaving foam spilled by him. He crumbled, jumped up, broke the barrel from himself, threw it into the enemy, ran to the exit, splashing on the road into the roaring men. The unwavering man followed him on his heels, and it seemed he had time to look like him at the door. Judging by the thunder, the elephant opened the entrance door without the help of his hands.

At that time, the television was fully revived. It was the second series of the film Operation Trust. The winning song entered the hall:

So louder, music, play the victory
We have won, and the enemy runs away.
For the king, for the fatherland, for the faith.
We make a loud noise,
Wow wow wow!

The winner with all honors was put on his hands in the hall and placed in a chair. The haircut and haircut of the best master. Payment for the work was not taken, but gave a bottle of the column "Red Moscow". The men offered to go to celebrate the victory next to the beer bar.

I wrapped the cover of the TV, removed the tool in the wallet. Half an hour later, Vic finished her work and we left after saying goodbye.

P.S As far as I know, the elephant did not appear in this barber.

P.S to P.S A healing kizdudine leads to the feeling of any evil troll.

The people! Respect each other.