Palich: We sit with my brother and catch fish. Summer, morning, sunshine and silence Suddenly the brother jumps up, and with the scream “Oh, fucking, I almost forgot!” pulls the cell phone. He picked up the number and sang in the tube: “Dinozaurs, Dinoa-a-a-Vrics.” The song of M. Boyarsky. Then, as in nothing, he sits down and continues to cheer. I ask in the shower, “What was it now, fucking?” he declares quite calmly, “The woman called for work. She will now be singing and chanting this song all day. Tomorrow I have a plan for the Bremen Musicians.”
That’s what I understand trolls.