Привет, Антон!

Ты, наверное, меня не помнишь. Это Петербург, бывший Ленинград. Видел вчера тебя на улице, но постеснялся поздороваться. Да и шумно было.

Слышал про тебя много. Читал недавно интервью хорошее, девушка одна уронила. Ты молодец, конечно, завидую.

А я вот ужас на кого похож. Сейчас еще ничего, снег. А летом лучше на меня не смотреть – постарел сильно. И соль эта против льда проклятая – пахнет как от леща вяленого. Раньше хоть как-то за собой следил, сейчас плюнул. Для кого стараться? Старики-«петербуржцы» уходят, на хорошем русском поговорить не с кем, а молодых я не понимаю, не дружу с ними как-то. Они меня, как бы, не замечают. У них все Нью-Йорки в голове. Этот мне, кстати, вчера звонил – голос уставший, но вида не подает – Америка!

А мне уже и ездить-то не хочется я, вон, помнишь, в 1993-м уехал — так грибы на область напали, я их еле отогнал.

Настроение невеселое, жду не дождусь 9-го мая – люблю, когда маршем ходят. Щекотно!!

Помнишь, ты уезжал и сказал мне, чтобы я осторожнее с помощью людям…

И ты что-то рассказывал про Теотиуакана покойного… Он говорил, что сначала уходит сила, потом жрецы, потом люди. Или не так? Ты не напишешь мне поточнее – мне это правда очень важно.

Была мысль этой весной хорошенько помыться, дрянь с себя смыть – снега получил как просил, но из-за дамбы, наверное, не получится. А может вообще уехать, Антон?

Приедешь – приходи в гости, посидим на Нарышкином бастионе.

С Интернетом не очень, пиши мне просто в Неву.

С уважением,

Твой Санкт-Петербург

Р.S. Берлину привет!

Anton Adasinsky, DEREVO

1 день. СЕРДЦЕ.
2 день. ГЛАЗА и УШИ.
3 день. ГОЛОВА.

Начало в 11.00

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Hi Zhanna!
Do you remember?
Do you remember?
“I’ve been to a wonderful land
Where reefs bathe in amber waves…”

And in Moscow in the tiny kitchen Lenya Leikin and I showed you some funny pantomimes…

Do you remember how you sent me for flowers at 6 a.m.?
“What the f*ck, man? Where are the flowers? In a flash… to the metro!!”

And that wonderfully unexpected encounter in Edinburgh… You stayed overnight in our house and slept on the huge bed with Dima

with your feet on the pillow (just in case). Next morning Dima smoked many cigarettes analyzing it: “I haven’t got plastered with Grebenschikov yet but already slept with Aguzarova…”

And we found that wonderful land… Maybe you didn’t know that it existed. Did you know at that time? Did you? Just guessed, perhaps?

And I saw everything that you sang about. And we found the corner of the island with the three Thai rastas. And we met the shark. And I was sick almost to death.

Lena attended the school for monkeys and for Thai cuisine. She was quite proud of herself after reading that she’s not only an Itelmen but also a Navajo.

And I was sweeping the beach, smoking out the mosquitoes and didn’t touch the guitar, just ate sunbeams instead. Thanks, I’m full now.

Nobody was there anyway. And no thoughts too.

And waving your arm means an explosion of the glistering night water.
And the elephant’s trunk is soppy. They’re very lonely, you know.
And Bob Marley from Dawn to Dusk…

I do know what I’m doing. I explained it in hundreds of interviews.
But I didn’t manage to explain it to the rasta brothers.
It wasn’t necessary. Just – hello Sun, hello Water!

In our performance Islands we’ve guessed right quite everything – the
colour and Captain The Janitor, the glowing fishes and the running
clouds.

We just need to add the shark…

“And in the meantime”, whisper the emerald (amber) lips into the amber (emerald) mouth, “you can have a look at the new photos of the HARLEKIN performance, as well as the new old photos of the TOTENTANZ 07 project . And the wind will comb your hair.”

Text: Anton Adasinsky
English text editor: Jennifer Williams
Photo: Anton Adasinsky, Elena Yarovaya, Alexandra Kavalova
Photo design: Elena Yarovaya

Dear Friends!

It’s very important to remember:

That there are friends

That somebody needs you

That fraud and cowardice will punish themselves

That there are many Teachers

That “a happy men” is not a museum piece

And that everyday You, only You can change your life…

Happy New Year!

And we are celebrating the New Year with blinding tiredness!

There were performances, tours, 4 big projects, filming of “Hoffmaniada” with Mikhail Chemyakin and Slava Polunin, filming of the “Faust” by Alexander Sokurov…many things…and finally – our premiere of “HARLEKIN” (We wish him a long and jolly road!).

DEREVO

Video about one of our projects in 2009 – Nature Morte is here »

More about the new performance HARLEKIN »

10 – 14 November 2009

Camera & cut: Andrey Gladkih

DRESDEN: The Arches / Conflux / DEREVO

20 & 21 November 2009

Camera & cut: Andrey Gladkih

12 декабря, в рамках открытия нового Театра “Лицедеи” и фестиваля “Лицедеи-open” состоится уникальная акция “Грибное Шоу” с участием Леонида Лейкина, Антона Адасинского и Позитив Бэнд. Ожидаются неожиданные гости и события. Не пропустите…!!

Адрес нового театра “Лицедеи”: Санкт-Петербург, ул. Льва Толстого д. 9

The report about an open-air project WHITE FORTRESS (WEISSE FESTUNG) in the historical centre of Dresden in June 2009 you will find here ».

Following many requests we’re now looking for a possibility to repeat the open-air action at Zwinger in Dresden next year. This time using thermal waterproof garments… (just kidding…)

Camera & cut: Andrey Gladkikh
Music: Daniel Williams

see this video in a bigger size »

 

 

 

According to the screenplay dogs should run into the funeral scene, rush to the grave, then to me and should fawn on me, sniff, bark…

But to tell the truth, they never got to my part.

7.15 a.m.

Imagine the following: A coffin is placed on two planks above a rather deep grave. The priest throws a handful of earth down… here the dogs enter. Sausages and something else tasty are smeared on the coffin.

“Ready! Standby! Playback!”
“Speed!”
“Sound!”
“Speed!”
“Camera!”
“Rolling!”
“Оn board!”
“Аnd aсtion!”

Eight crazy hounds run in and throw themselves around the corner, barking and growling at some hole in the ground.

“Stop!”

Their trainer swearing teaches them to sniff the coffin. The dogs glance back at the hole.

“Take two!”
“Camera!”

Dogs run in and head straight to the hole.
Sokurov comes to a decision instantly.

“There’s someone in the hole. Quick, dig another grave. Here!”

Not a problem for twelve prop handlers. All at once, ready!

8.50 a.m.

The new grave is ready. The previous one is filled up. The light is moved and gravestones are brought to the new positions.

“Camera! Aсtion!”

Dogs come running in and halt bewildered - there’s no hole any more.

“Stop!”

Short conference follows. In the village below they borrow a cat in a bird’s cage for a lot of money. The dog trainer runs around teasing the dogs with the cage. The dogs are going nuts, the cat is yelling.

Sokurov’s idea is just genius. They put the cat into the coffin and nail the coffin shut.

“Camera! Action!”

Dogs come running in again looking for the cat or the hole.

The cat apparently lies unconscious after being nailed up in the coffin. No sound comes from her.

“STOP!!!!!”

11.30 a.m.

Sun comes up. Famous director of photography Bruno says “Fuck!!” rather loud. Everyone agrees.

Another conference.

Some meat is put in the grave. Dogs come running in and fawn upon Margareth. She’s screaming and crying and pleading for the poor cat. Big holes are drilled in the coffin to keep the cat from choking. Sokurov asks them not to drill the cat through. The technician: “She shouldn’t be that stupid, she will dodge the drill”. The cat’s owner speaks loudly to the coffin trying to calm her pet.

“Take five!! Camera…!! Action!! Stop!!”

The dogs have discovered the cage with a sheep in it and were too late for the shot. One more conference. The dog trainer gets into the grave holding a whistle. They let the cat out. The cat yells, her mistress holds her up in the air, dogs are jumping around.

Famous camera man Bruno: “Sun!!!”

The sun advances swiftly. Make-up people put powder on Margareth’s face. She’s happy for the cat.

Sokurov: “Margareth, look sternly. It’s your brother in the coffin!” Everyone laughs out hysterically.

“Camera!”

Dog trainer blows his whistle! Dogs come running in and fall down into the grave one by one.

“Cut!”
“Done!”

Silence.

Sokurov: “Wonderful. Perfect! Done! It just can’t be… Thank you.”

Text: Anton Adasinsky
English text editor: Jennifer Williams

I allow myself one sentimental message from Prague.

Dear Lena,

Anton the Usurer.

JESTERS’ EMPIRE

Idea and direction:

• Elena Yarovaya

Project management, director’s assistant:

• Isolde Matkey

Wooden Sculptures:

• Reinhard Zapka

Dancers and other creators:

• Alisa Oleynik
• Eugeniya Chetvertkova
• Elena Yarovaya
• Maxim Kuznetsov
• Valentin Tzin
• Alexander Mescheryakov

Music:

• Andrey Sizintsev
• Daniel Williams

Light:

• Ulf Naumann

The Smoke Master:

• Andrey Bobylev

Photo: Isolde Matkey, Elena Yarovaya
Photo design: Elena Yarovaya