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NOW - 20.03.2017 - I’m grown up now

20. 03. 2017, 01:33 | by DEREVO
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CLICK for MORE. Photo - Elena Yarovaya

Hello,

I’m grown up now. A proper superstar
I’m going to play a solo show
It’s called “Last Clown On Earth”
See those capitals in each word!

Anton Adasinsky. Photo by Elena Yarovaya

Even adults and all those serious people have to laugh then
like this

or like that

Then I’ll teach some dancing senses to the guys and girls in Dresden
(Click here for more information)

And on May 23rd and 24th there will be a Russian workshop in St. Petersburg. Details will follow.
I’ll tell about and show the Second Enemy, who’s scarier than the First and the Third.

Anton

 

DEREVO’s next appearances

22 - 25 March 2017, ERARTA Stage, St. Petersburg (RU)
LAST CLOWN ON EARTH // Tickets On-Line »

1 April 2017, Festspielhaus Hellerau, Dresden (DE)
INOUTside, solo work by Makhina Dzhuraeva // More Info / Tickets »

3 April 2017, Drama Theater, Samara (RU)
LAST CLOWN ON EARTH // Tickets On-Line »

15 - 17 April 2017, Festspielhaus Hellerau, Dresden (DE)
ISLANDS // Tickets On-Line »

NOW - 31.12.2016 - Happy New Year!

31. 12. 2016, 16:45 | by DEREVO
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HAPPY NEW YEAR 2017!!

DEREVO lived through 2016 surprisingly happy!
A feeling of health and an empty head
and as a consequence ― a big smile!

‘La Divina’ and ‘Reflection’ have returned
‘Wolfhound Age’ in Moscow
Filming work, travelling in India and Spain
And so much more

A lovely December in Dresden ― the premiere of a new play by DEREVO:
‘Last Clown on Earth’ by Anton Adasinsky
Premiere of the duet by Makhina Dzhuraeva and Alexey Popov ― MORE
The DEREVO action with Pavel Semchenko (AKHE) ― ‘Moonless’

Thankyou to all our friends for the wonderful vibrations
Anna Bogodist
Isolde Matkey
Igor Fomin
Grigory Shmidko
Andrey Bobylev

And to everybody else!!!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

 

Text: Anton Adasinsky
English text editor: David Kemp
Photos: Katja Pietrusky, Roman Ekimov, Elena Yarovaya

 

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NOW - 03.11.2016 - Wolfhound Age

03. 11. 2016, 17:51 | by DEREVO
русский

To name a despot as despot was always dangerous.
Nowadays it’s just as dangerous to name slaves as slaves.
R. Akutagawa
A Pygmy’s Proverbs (from the Russian translation by N. Feldman)

 

So…
We did it
Wolfhound Age
Without quotes
And the most powerful moment - meeting with the students from the Territory Festival workshops.
We sat in silence.
And I realised that it was possible
I could do it without abstraction and metaphysics
To say exactly:
Yes!
It was like that!
And it will be again - if you’ll believe what they spin about the history of the country.
And it will be again - while the minister of culture opens monuments to murderers.
And it will be again - while the country wanks and has an orgasm over the slogan “Might is Right”,
And there’s no control of drugs and thieves,
And somebody dares to publish the “Four Stout Hearts” and that putrid list of pseudo-cultural values keeps growing…
And it will be again - while sabre-toothed Cossacks spread their booze-breathed gabble, breaking into a theatre like it’s a field bog-house,
While quasi-orthodox thugs smash exhibitions and sponsor pickets and vandalism.

And it will be again.
And you’ll get up early in the morning, and will huddle with your ear to the door,
and listen as they drag someone down the stairs.
And I don’t want to imagine for how many years you will dream of the child crying in that apartment.

My dear young people!
With us, everything is clear. Bearded creators. Licking each other, rejoicing in mutual understanding.
That public letter was a first warning -
Some signed it, some didn’t
We forget such things.

But how about you?

Anton Adasinsky

English text editor: David Kemp
Photo & Video: Makhina Dzhuraeva

 

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NOW - 20.09.2016 - remembering Edinburgh

20. 09. 2016, 02:52 | by DEREVO
русский

DEREVO in Edinburg. August 2016. Photo - Igor Fomin

A week passed - my dreams haven’t changed
Endless celebrating faces, colourful flyers on the ground, the city covered with thousands
of posters, all the shows, performances, concerts…
We’ve barely left and we want to come back again
To go out in the street and look around, proudly thinking: there’s more of us, actors, here
than of you, visitors.

We played 24 shows in 26 days

What happened:
Makhina debuted in the role of Oleg
Alexey Popov debuted as Cupid
Never sleeping, Merkushev drove his standard 5000 km
People came who saw ONCE… 20 years ago
People came who had never seen ONCE… the children of those first ones

David ran onto the stage for the first time

What didn’t happen:
Guiness beer (god knows why)
A visit to ‘Sharmanka’ (what a shame)
Any quarrels coming from exhaustion (surprising for the Fringe)

I think a hamster running in a wheel must be happy!
His road never ends.

22 – 28 September, LA DIVINA COMMEDIA with the original line up at ERARTA, St. Petersburg

24 – 28 September, 16:00 Makhina Dzhuraeva & Alexey Popov are to begin with the series of actions “MORE”. Half an hour each day.

15 & 16 October, “Mandelstam” at GOGOL Centre, Moscow. Director: Anton Adasinsky. On stage: Chulpan Khamatova, Anton Adasinsky, actors of GOGOL Centre. SOLD OUT!

 

Anton

 

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NOW - 06.08.2016 - Catching the Miracle

06. 08. 2016, 21:58 | by DEREVO
русскийdeutsch

 

I’ve started rehearsals of the new project dedicated to Osip Mandelstam at the Gogol Centre in Moscow.
Chulpan Khamatova ― the Soul
I ― the Chitin of a Poet
and eight of the coolest guys from Kirill Serebrennikov’s troupe. We have already worked together in “Who Is Happy In Russia”.

Made the first photo proofs for my solo work “The Well-Tempered Clavier”. My knowledge of Uber-Marionette theory will be put to a full use here.
Lena Yarovaya did 12 solo performances at the medieval fair in Dresden.

We’re going to Edinburgh! What for? I do not know. No. I know.
There, in Edinburgh, we’re at home, on the street every second person - an artist, and the bartenders are not versed in art worse than the pros from the Scotsman or Herald.
Why are we bringing ONCE… ?
It’s more complicated to answer.
Four years we’re searching for fun for our kids ― a task more and more difficult.
A serious and troubled world doesn’t do much for children.
Hard times.
And you can’t go far with cartoons from the 50s and 60s.
And I want to take them to the theatre, a fairy-tale. Splendid and rich…
And even more, I MYSELF want to go to a good film. And that takes a long time to find.

Although “good” ― it’s not the right word. Well… at least I don’t want any morals: children are smarter than adults; drinking is bad; insects are aliens (or vice versa); Galápagos giant tortoises sacrifice themselves to stop evolution…

From the first line, the first picture, the first sound, I know whether they will eat a piece of my life… or… suddenly the heart beats stronger, the sparks run around my fingers and someone’s soul embraces my face like an oxygen mask. I, after all, like everyone else, I guess, someday everything will be fine. And I have to believe that in these hidden dreams I am not alone.

“ONCE…” ― it is eternal. Like Robinson Crusoe or Gagarin, or artificial snow under the Christmas tree, like a thundering old tram, like the drumming of domino stones in the backyard.
A ray of light leaves my chest and turns to a moon. It rises to the stars and suddenly there’s a shadow! It’s me. I’m so small, crossing the moonpath on a toy comet!
And this is what I’m ready to watch forever.
During August, every day we will catch a Miracle by the ear.

Anton

Text: Anton Adasinsky
English text editor: David Kemp
Video: Andrey Gladkikh
Photos: Makhina Dzhuraeva, Elena Imamova, Igor Fomin

P.S. Such an irony: yesterday in the middle of the show the fire alarm has set off, so the audience and we too - accompanied by friendly clapping - were escorted outside. We spent a couple of relaxed minutes in the sun together with Mary Brennan.

 

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DEREVO’s upcoming shows

4 - 29 Aug. 2016 (exc 15 & 22 Aug.)
Edinburgh Festival Fringe

ONCE…

Details and tickets »»

22 - 28 September 2016
ERARTA Stage, St. Petersburg

LA DIVINA COMMEDIA

Details and tickets »»

NOW - 24.04.2016 - Ships of Liss

24. 04. 2016, 01:29 | by DEREVO
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Photo - Elena Yarovaya

We knew a guy we called Nesta. I don’t remember - whether it was a nickname or from a cut-down surname.
Nothing special: soft voice, always half-turned to his companion,
Always the same sweater a la mid-60’s bard,
Stout white arms.
But two things made him stand out from our bunch.
First, for example, he would ask if anyone had the book “Unhurried Pace” by Lorca, or if someone had heard the metal band “The Cheekbone” from Volgograd.
Fabrications both, one and the other, which would lie firmly memorized!
And second.
After lunch in the college canteen, we walked into the courtyard, sat on a secluded bench,
Nesta pulled up his singlet, and we could see his stomach working. On the belly were waves of digestion.
The sight was mesmerising. While we were watching it for the first time, he said - “The Ships of Liss”, forever encoding us, invoking the black and white moustache of Alexander Grin against the background of a dancing navel.

 

And the news: Anton Adasinsky will be holding auditions for his acting course at St. Petersburg Theatre Academy.

And even more news: DEREVO returns to Edinburgh Festival Fringe with the classic ‘ONCE…’ 4 to 29 August 2016 (except 15 & 22).

And from 22 to 28 September 2016 - ‘La Divina Commedia’ on ERARTA stage, St. Petersburg!

 

DEREVO School on Wheels

 

Text: Anton Adasinsky
English text editor: David Kemp
Photo: Elena Yarovaya

 

NOW - 21.03.2016 - Struggle

21. 03. 2016, 01:08 | by DEREVO
русскийdeutsch

Mephisto Waltz – always a struggle.
I struggle with my current reluctance to shake Death’s scythe and with the drunken genius of Shalyapin.
Gustav Holst struggles with electronics by Daniel Williams.
The audience struggles with the eternal “Planets” and today’s DEREVO.
 
We perform in the territory of the question:
“Is this Theatre?”
“What is this?”
 
In the past, less time was needed to take the audience into the zone of paid lunacy.
Interesting.
 
My solo work “Shell” has finally happened!
I want more!
 
And now, with the original cast, “La Divina Commedia” in Dresden!!
Tanya, Lena, Oleg, Alexey and me.
As the saying goes – HURRY! NOT TO BE MISSED!
 
Anton Adasinsky

English text editor: David Kemp
Photo: Natalia Korenovskaya

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La Divina Commedia

24 - 27 March 2016
Festspielhaus Hellerau, Dresden

Tickets on-line »

NOW - 05.03.2016 - The Shell

06. 03. 2016, 01:24 | by DEREVO
русский

DEREVO performed at the opening of Mikhail Chemiakin’s photo exhibition ‘Carnival of Venice’ in the Russian Museum. Photos by Lena Yarovaya are also exhibited.

Photo - Elena YarovayaPhoto - Evgeny ProninPhoto - Anna BogodistPhoto - Evgeny ProninPhoto - Anna BogodistPhoto - Elena YarovayaPhoto - Evgeny ProninPhoto - Evgeny ProninPhoto - Anna BogodistPhoto - Elena Yarovaya

 

Now we’re getting ready for MEPHISTO WALTZ at Erarta in St. Petersburg.

And for ‘The Shell’ — my solo work of words and music

Finally my first book is now compiled.

It’s an attempt to capture the images, dreams and visions that had an impact on our performances or simply were a pill for sadness, or a prayer to the mirror, or a scratch on Petersburg’s grey skies, or for any other reason why I’m almost there…

And every day I’m assured that we’ve been given a wonderful world!


The Shell

only in Russian now, coming up in english later.

The Shell. Anton Adasinsky

 

Text: Anton Adasinsky
English text editor: David Kemp
Photo: Anna Bogodist, Elena Yarovaya

 

NOW - 29.11.2015 - Rotten Heathens

29. 11. 2015, 16:04 | by DEREVO
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DEREVO - NOW - Rotten Heathens. Photo - Anna Bogodist

 

“Behold a man who has commenced his run
Way back when dawn broke over the whole universe…”*

 

 

A corridor of a hospital.
It is not very clean and the interior is old.
Along the corridor a couple drift.
A boy warmly dressed in a sweater, 11 or 12 years old
Just behind — a man, with his head held unnaturally thrown back, with his face disfigured by burns.
He wears two dressing gowns.
And some hospital jacket on top
Pajama pants, dirty at the bottom, and completely barefoot.
At the exit door they are caught by either an orderly or a doctor.
He grabs the boy:
— Have you taken the rug?
The boy shows him a bundle under his arm.
The Burned looks somewhere above their heads, somehow through them…
They go down the steps and as soon as the man feels the ground under his feet he takes off and runs.
Apparently — it’s the hospital’s recreation park.
He runs along the wire fence.
The boy runs after him and it feels like this is their usual activity.

Dynamic shot.
But there must be a glitch:
Either the camera slows down or the fence grille becomes more aggressive, and the light flickers, gets dark

Snow cloud.

And the snow falls and melts on his face
And his cheeks flush, with death

Out of a hospital window a nurse with an unhealthy boy in her arms looks at the Burned and his young companion.
They sit on a bench.
The man’s feet are wrapped in a towel, under his feet the rug covering the snow.
He doesn’t notice it
There, far below

Very wide shot (Bruegel’s “The Hunters in the Snow”?)

There’s an almost finished snowman.
Instead of hands he has twigs. Many of them.
The urchins have conceived something and the Burned knows what.

— Take it to them

He gives the boy a box of matches,
The boy purses his lips and runs down.
He stumbles on the way. Falls slapstick in the snow. He gets up and turns around.
The Burned is lying awkwardly on his side on the bench.
The boy with a scream runs back from the bench directly to the hospital building.

The snowflakes on the face of the Burned do not melt any more.

The children down below somehow set fire to the snowman’s twigs.
Fire and snow.
The white Idol melts, a white toy!!
A carrot nose and button eyes!
This is forever!
He will burn — and take you with him!

A fool in the window:

— What rotten heathens!…

 

Photo - Elena YarovayaPhoto - Anna BodogistPhoto - Elena ImamovaPhoto - Anna Bodogist

 

Text: Anton Adasinsky
English text editor: David Kemp
Photo: Anna Bogodist, Elena Imamova, Elena Yarovaya
* from Bella Akhmadullina, Transl. by Gregory Freidin

 

Next dates for DEREVO in 2015

ERARTA Stage, St. Petersburg

HARLEKIN, 2 - 5 Dec. 20:00 + 6 Dec. 14:00 // TICKETS & Infos »
The Night, 6 Dec. 20:00 // TICKETS & Infos »

Festspielhaus Hellerau, Dresden

Waiting for the White Snow, Open Air, 11 Dec. 18:00 // Free entry »
HARLEKIN, 19 Dec 20:00, 20 & 27 Dec. 11:00 // TICKETS & Infos »
HEART, 26, 27 & 29 Dec. 20:00 // TICKETS & Infos »
Na Zdorovje, Improvisation, 30 Dec. 20:00 // TICKETS & Infos »

 

NOW - 04.09.2015 - Story of a Girl > Amendements

04. 09. 2015, 11:40 | by DEREVO
русский

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ADASINSKY’S AMENDEMENTS TO THE TEXT BY ADASINSKY

I don’t know if I will ever repeat this history…
YES, I WILL
It was not easy. For me or the audience…
WRONG. EASY-NOT EASY – A PLEASANT SUITE OF SOUNDS
DEREVO’s typical seven-layered happy-ending didn’t happen despite the beaming Slava Guyvoronsky.
MORE RUBBISH – “…DEREVO’S TYPICAL HAPPY-ENDING…”
I didn’t tell everything. Fifteen years of exile don’t fit in 68 minutes…
OH, JUST READ BASHŌ AGAIN
And I didn’t say at the end that I – the son of my mother – am still alive and I am on stage.
Thus the children of those once imprisoned, will meet, certainly meet, the imprisoners some time…
HOW BRAVE I WAS WRITING THAT
If we ever manage to translate the fragments of Memoirs of Galina Antonovna Adasinskaya you may like to read it. Don’t be afraid.
It won’t stop you from producing a russian fairy-tale on stage.
A WITTICISM, SAID FOR EFFECT
Just don’t forget to put in the Charusa – a clearing in a wood.
It’s full of flowers.
Unnaturally bright.
But step on it and you’ll disappear into a bottomless secret lake…
THIS I SEE CLEARLY. THOUGH AS ALWAYS ONE IMAGE IS IN MY MIND WHILE ANOTHER IS BEING WRITTEN DOWN.
PEVEK, CHAUNSKAYA BAY. ME, SO SMALL IN BIG RUBBER BOOTS, TRUDGING THROUGH THE TUNDRA. MY CHEERFUL BIG SISTER IS WELL AHEAD.
IT SEEMS THE HILL IS RIGHT IN FRONT OF US, SHIMMERING WITH IRIDESCENT PETALS.
THEN I UNDERSTAND THAT THE AIR IS CRYSTALLINE, THE HILL IS FAR AWAY AND I’M TOO TIRED TO GO ON TO HAPPINESS

 

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Text: Anton Adasinsky
English text editor: David Kemp
Photos: Anna Bogodist, Evgeny Sinyaver, Evgeny Pronin

 

15 Sept. 2015, Moscow, Gogol Centre
Who Is Happy in Russia?, director Kirill Serebrennikov, 2nd Part Choreography by Anton Adasinsky.

17 - 21 September 2015, St. Petersburg, ERARTA Stage
DEREVO presents KETZAL

30 September 2015, St. Petersburg, ERARTA Stage
Story of a Girl at the Cross Art Festival.

9 October 2015, Moscow, Territory Festival
Anton Adasinsky’s Workshop

 

 

NOW - 14.07.2015 - Endless Death Show

14. 07. 2015, 21:51 | by DEREVO
русский

Dresden. Albertinum. Photo - Elena YarovayaThe story of the clones ended in 2164.
It started boringly and finished unnoticed.
The last clone reservations in Canada didn’t even need guards.
It was difficult for mere mortals to get there, for the reservations were also the territory of the ‘Indians’. But if somebody was still interested, the cost was inexpensive and there wasn’t much to see.
As was well known, the clones could speak any language but their words were dry and sparce.
When they spoke they looked at the nipples of their interlocutor, left eye on the left one, right eye on the right one.
They never asked any questions.
They would end a conversation abruptly and the stories about their ability to foresee or heal were just bait for tourists.

But in just ten years the remaining 150-200 thousand clones were bought by the Swiss, ostensibly to end the experiment.

Canada and the ‘Indians’ were happy.

The last notorious case involving clones began in Geneva, in its swamp of boredom and eco-paranoia.

The first performance of Shakespeare’s “Titus Andronicus” took its course as usual, with dinner and lethargic applause at the end. All quite ordinary until the moment when a gaunt and frantic clerk stepped on stage and announced to the “most honourable audience” that tonight 43 people had died on stage. In response to the laughter from the stalls he raised a curtain and pointed to a pile of bodies, a concise snapshot - “Clones”.

“Titus Andronicus”
It does indeed have many killings
And impeccably played and perfectly real, the death of a clone-actor attracted spectators hungry - now just as in ancient times - for blood.
But the terms got more complex, and a particular privilege became not just to watch throughout and clap at the end
But to also attend the funerals.
The clones weren’t buried or cremated. They were dissolved in a solution of complex composition bearing the glorious name “Sfumato” - the haze of Florence, raising a mountain in the hearts of those who never stoop.
And this elite audience, bidding farewell to the body of a clone melting in the solution, lived the show to its real end and took away, one would hope, some honour, courage and disdain for revenge.

Such theatres were banned, hidden, closed, then reappeared.
Because romantic love, passion, shown faithfully and frankly, always wins in front of cardboard knives and plastic clubs.

For the Endless Death Show, the weapons were brought from museums and sharpened by the masters of the fifth generation.

But all this has passed.

Not much has been written about it. People (men, mostly) didn’t want to speak, think or write about clones.

A single convenient argument was always used - imperfection of their souls.

Women were never included in the polemics, for a sin with a clone wasn’t actually a sin and after the explosion of clone-dating, a husband just became a talking zucchini…

Some things remain unclear: their unwillingness to tell jokes, dislike of geometry, prostration in front of any animal, crying at the sight of a river, endless catarrh.

But most likeable, what moved idiots and children, was when fifteen or more clones placed their arms on each other’s shoulders and danced in a ring for a short while before peacefully falling asleep, their skin colour changing to silver.

To look at their sleeping faces is forbidden, for he who does will see them always in his dreams till the end of his (their) days.

 

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Text: Anton Adasinsky
English text editor: David Kemp
Photo: Elena Yarovaya

 

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NOW - 25.05.2015 - past and future

26. 05. 2015, 01:02 | by DEREVO
русский

The filming of “Mayakovsky” in which I played the role of V. Meyerhold is completed. Director Alexander Sheyn had to cross himself when I appeared for the first time in my make-up…

Then, the second set of rehearsals for a new project “Who is Happy in Russia?” at the Gogol Centre in Moscow. I am the director and choreographer of the “Drunken Night” segment. Composer - Ilya Demutsky. There are 23 dancers on stage. I must admit, I have never seen so many talents on one stage simultaneously. Strong company. Thanks to Kirill Serebrennikov for his disciples.

Upcoming projects are the “Viking” by A. Kravchuk and “Bonus” by Valeria Gai Germanika.

In the meantime, my “Extended Day Group” improvises in private apartments, in the streets and so on. Exercising by DEREVO.

Recently, Museums night in St Petersburg at Mikhail Chemiakin’s Foundation, in July there’s a festival in Nizhny Novgorod, on 8th of July we’re closing the Open Look Festival in St Petersburg.

In Summer there’s a lot of filming too and in Autumn there’s a big marathon coming up at ERARTA.

It would be good to be in time for all of this.

Anton

 

Stone faces. Photo - Elena YarovayaKETZAL. Photo - Elena YarovayaIn Samara. Photo - Elena YarovayaPhoto - Elena Yarovaya
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Text: Anton Adasinsky
English text editor: David Kemp
Photos: Elena Yarovaya

 

NOW - 12.04.2015 - KETZAL was in Dresden

12. 04. 2015, 13:05 | by DEREVO
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KETZAL. Photo - Peter R. Fiebig

 

DEREVO played Ketzal in Dresden
Although “playing” or “dancing” doesn’t really suite Ketzal
I rather should say “Ketzal happened” or “Ketzal has been here”

I always realised that that Ketzal game is a festival of men
So after two months of rehearsals it happened

The best cast!

Anton Adasinsky
Anna Budanova
Makhina Dzhuraeva
Pavel Alekhin
Ivan Nevzorov
Stepan Lyubimov
Ivan Volkov
Alexey Popov

Light: Elena Yarovaya, Igor Fomin
Music & Sound of course by Daniel Williams
All round helper: Liza Polyanskaya

Thank you!

Do not miss ISLANDS at ERARTA in St Petersburg!

 

Text: Anton Adasinsky
Photo: Peter R. Fiebig, Elena Yarovaya, Liza Polyanskaya

 

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NOW - 04.01.2015 - Happiness for everybody…

05. 01. 2015, 02:23 | by DEREVO
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Happy New Year 2015

 

I wrote and wrote for two days about what was strange this year
and about the “Story of a Girl”
and about friends in Kiev
and about instincts
and about frozen time
about friends and career…
lots of things

I wrote and looked at the cabbage on the window sill

It’s useless!
Just as well I could simply write “Happy New Year!”
But that seemed too small to me

Suddenly, having no more thoughts of my own
I’d rather repeat someone else’s words, quite like Redrick Schuhart did:

“…But if you really are… all-powerful… all-knowing… then you figure it out! Look into my heart. I know that everything you need is in there. It has to be. I never sold my soul to anyone! It’s mine, it’s human! You take from me what it is I want… it just can’t be that I would want something bad! Damn it all, I can’t think of anything, except those words of his… ‘HAPPINESS FOR EVERYBODY, FREE, AND NO ONE WILL GO AWAY UNSATISFIED!’”

(from ‘Roadside Picnic’, Arkady & Boris Strugatsky, transl. Antonina W. Bouis)

 

Text: Anton Adasinskiy
Photo: Elena Yarovaya

 

NOW – 17.12.2014 – War

17. 12. 2014, 23:10 | by DEREVO
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In the days of rehearsing the AEROKRAFT project based on the music of Nikolay Gusev
I think about war.
I wrote text for eight scenes of the show.
I want the audience to hear the voice and listen to the words
Reading again, I decided that even without the performance these texts are of interest.
Anton Adasinsky

 

Photo - Chester Mueller

 

1
I love you, War
How much courage and light are in you
How precisely you cross those t’s and dot those i’s
How doubtlessly it can be decided who is bad and who is good
How clearly you draw the borders and decide on the destinies of countries
How many feelings and cries you give birth to in our hearts
How carefully you help women wait for men
How many hopes for a bright future are born with each shot and each explosion
How many heroes you give to the people
I am ready to go with you to the end of the war

2
I hate you, War
You’re the main thing people remember
You’re the starting point
What was before and after means nothing
You are the main thing
I hate you because you’re sitting in my head with your names and dates
With newspapers, wounds and beggars
I will not live my life happily because you will come to my door and make me suffer
I have one life, and still in this life there will be at least one war
I hate you, War, and wait for you to die

3
God, how cunning you are, War
I’ll never understand what you want
How many people you need to take
How many words you will say in your defense, how natural and glib they will sound
For each death, thousands of letters and arguments for each drop of blood, pages of gabble and lies from the leaders
You’re experienced, War
You’ll outlive us all, you’ll take a different name and start over again.
You’re sly and pratlling, War
You’re lying on your side and drinking a liqueur while others tell lies and make the decisions
And far away in the fields, boys in baggy uniforms play tag with your friend Death

4
I thank you, War
You helped me solve my problems
You persuaded me to make a choice and change my way
You took away my miseries and dried my tears
I will not have to suffer pain or aging
I am grateful to you, War
You took away my life

5
I’m the same as you, War
I’m full of hate and doubt
I need to shake the muscle and arms
I need to justify my lies and violence
I need to be cunning and diplomatic
I too get tired and want rest and silence
and I too am uncapable of just sitting and doing nothing
I too feed myself with blood and rumours
and I too forget why I fight

6
I am your father, War
You are my child, War
I’m a man, I gave you life and I named you, War
I, human
I, the one who is at war
I, the one who kills or spares
And chooses commanders and soldiers
I choose the target and the task
You’re nobody without people, War
We are at war, we the people, and you are just letters in our mouths
I am your father, War and like all fathers I want you to be the best
Grow big, War
I will lean upon your shoulder when I’m old

7
I can not live without you, War
Forgive me, War
If I do not praise your beauty and stature
Oh, how cool and arrogant you are
How forbidding and desirable
Your romance is in our songs and books
The only thing that remains
Where Death is majestic and just
Where Good always wins over Evil
But at some time, of course,
Evil will return
And swords must not rust
And I want to be the best to get into your ranks, War
Forgive me for not praising you every day, War
For only you will bring me away from boredom and malaise
You will give me direction and purpose
And you will make me believe that killing is possible
Finally! This is what we need you for, War
For a man to fulfil his dream, to kill another

8
What words I must find to make you understand how grateful we are, War!
You gave us the work of War!
We sew on buttons and cast bullets
We draw maps and brew spirits for your soldiers
We paint everything khaki and print bulletins
Aeroplanes and tanks
Cameras and boots
Condoms and sights
Vests and briefs, for summer, autumn, nighttime and underwater
Much, much work
We are millions grateful for the possibility to bring home some money and bread
Thank you! Our children will not starve
You give us all something to do
Please do not end, War
Or we’ll be unemployed
What will be left to write and talk about when you’re not there, War?
What else shall we put in our prayers, hymns and plays?

Everything is meaningless without you, War

9
I forget about you, War
I can’t remember, if it was true
If it was near death.
I see different things
How clouds fly by, how life’s rolling past
How children grow, who will never see a war
We were friends, War, but you were the last
You were old, War, living in memories of great battles
You’ve got no skill to fight like a coward
With lies, gold and oil.

You’re decrepit, war
I walked with you, Old Lady War
I wanted to trip you up and watch you dying
I wanted to commit the last murder in the world
To kill you, War

10
I thank you, War
You helped me solve my problems
You persuaded me to make a choice and change my way
You took away my miseries and dried my tears
I will not have to suffer pain or aging
I am grateful to you, War
You took away my life

11
You’re untidy, War
You’re not cleaning up after yourself, War
There is always garbage and leftovers
Dirty memories in the mind
Tattered photos
Destroyed buildings and old bombs
You’re not cleaning up after yourself, War, still in our heads
Shouts and farewells
Letters and smoke
You want us to remember everything
You leave your marks everywhere
Sweep the streets and the cities after you
Wash the rivers
Burn the bones and flood the cemeteries
Give the cripples back their arms and legs
Put their eyes back in their sockets
Make us, force us to forget you
You’re a magician, War
So make anyone who speaks your name, War
Cover his face with the palm of his hand and walk thus till his death

12*
Where’s the power
That will cleanse the Earth
Of all the filth,
The cowardice and lies
Theft and murder
Cities and countries.
Where are you, power?
Be swift, time is short
For we are clever and cruel
And the world is cramped…
Wipe out all the people
No time to swift the good from the bad
Let it again be quiet and clean,
As it was in the beginning…
Maybe next time….

* From the film «Süd. Grenze» (DEREVO, 2001)

 

Photo - Elena YarovayaMexico. Photo - Roman DubinnikovAEROKRAFT - Promo - Photo Carola FritzschePhoto - Elena YarovayaAEROKRAFT - Collage Elena Yarovaya

 

Text: Anton Adasinsky
English text editor: David Kemp
Photo: Chester Mueller, Roman Dubinnikov, Elena Yarovaya, Carola Fritzsche

 

DEREVO’s December at Festspielhaus Hellerau, Dresden

AEROKRAFT. Premiere!!!

Sat 20 & Sun 21 December 2014, 21:00
More infos & tickets: http://hellerau.org/aerokraft

SNOW FLAKES III

Thu 25 December 2014, 20:00
Improvisations and solo performances by young DEREVO dancers & students
More infos & tickets: http://hellerau.org/schneeflocken-iii

ONCE…

Fri 26, Sat 27 & Sun 28 December 2014, 20:00
More infos & tickets: http://hellerau.org/once