I recently went to a barbarian concert. And suddenly after the second song, a seven-year-old girl runs out on stage and let’s turn and dance!
Her mother shouts out of the room: “Dasha, Dashenka! Go back! Get out of there!” Dacia on her scream - zero attention. She splashed and broke out for an hour; I didn’t bother, I didn’t even touch. And then, when the concert ended, Dasha approached and polite asked, "Uncle! “Please tell my mother not to wipe me up!” This is what art means!