The first problems emerge early, when she is 11… a huge, uncontrollable desire to touch women’s breasts. Sometimes she does it and garners bewildered looks.

She tries to break up all the couples that surround her. She flirts with a boy or tells lies about him to a girl.

She finishes school with honours and getting her award at the leaving party she shouts: “Suck, boys, suck!”

Receiving unpleasant remarks from men she’s attracted only by handsome slender girls representing an absolute Femininity. Scandals and gossip around her aren’t rare. She visits a male party but flees from tender looks.

She revels in the firm feeling of being a chosen one and in the development of a philosophy on the benefits of masturbation.

As she turns 18 she finds a girlfriend - a standard short-haired sportswoman, a swimmer. They’re together for half a year, then the swimmer becomes pregnant. There’s a brutal row and the swimmer leaves, then the first suicidal attempt.

At the clinic she confesses to a doctor.

She is advised to wear women’s clothes, to play with children and by all means to get a male lover.

She tries hard. She’s dating married men but this goes nowhere.

She likes to talk, but lying under a male body she feels sick and looking at a naked man she can’t help but laugh.

She gets a job at some kindergarten but she’s mainly noticing the girls’ golden freckles. She’s sacked.

The doctor recommends that she get her own child, to instigate a reorientation. She offers him to do it here and now. He refuses, for he’s married and doesn’t want any problems in the future. She gives him a slap in the face: “fucking philosopher”.

She tries martial arts, swimming (out of dedication to her first love), shooting, dance. She dances in men’s suits, taking the lead. Her coldness is attractive. They offer her a role in a film. On a poster she’s in the very centre.

Her always clenched fists and turtleneck sweater become iconic.

She spends more and more time on stage.

She travels a lot. An airgun is always with her, as well as two-meter-high targets in the form of herself, naked. A nipple – “Home Button” – 5 points. A clit – “Life Trigger” – 10 points.

Text: Anton Adasinsky
English text editing: Jennifer Williams
Photos: Elena Yarovaya, Kirstin Richter
Photo design: Elena Yarovaya

During these three days you shouldn’t watch TV, listen to radio, read any newspapers. Avoid a computer. Better do it alone and silent.

It takes place at the end of August.
Ideally on Friday, Saturday and Sunday.

Friday

Throwing away things and moving furniture

Right in the morning or after your work all the clothes, shoes, linen, towels, dishes, old crèmes and pastes, anything concerning your body must be thrown out of the cupboards and drawers. Also books, letters and photographs, music, quite everything…

Just make a big pile to throw away this later but now just leave it as it is. At the same time try to move a furniture (particularly important a bed) from their usual positions. There must be a real mess in the house. You must go into rage and have no mercy for any valuables, just put them separately to leave later on the street.

You can sort your things in three categories:
- Instrument
- Weapon
- Ballast

As an example:
Good gloves keep my fingers safe – an instrument
My saxophone – a weapon
A poster with Parker in the toilet – a ballast.

It is very important to leave some talismans and religious symbols behind. For instance the stone bringing you back to the seashore trip as you were a child…

Go for a walk. Don’t eat or drink anything.

Return to your house or flat, take a shower, stand in the very centre of the mess, better naked, and do the “Compass” exercise.

Sleep with the windows open wide.

Saturday

Cleaning

Wake up without your alarm-clock and enjoy the mess.

Start to wash the windows curtains while packing and bringing out the whole litter.
“Valuable” things just leave next to the container and be glad how fast they’re disappearing.

Start the cleaning from the ceiling and windows. No hackwork!

The last is your doormat.

If it’s possible remove the doors between the adjacent rooms and make one room empty. Keep it in this state as long as possible.

Call your friends and make a supper in the empty room.

Sunday

Go for a walk but use an unusual route. Start to make a kim-chi (buy the ingredients prior to the exercise). It is nice to do it together with your friend.

Good luck!

Newbie in the school!!!

“Compass”, DEREVO’s exercise.

Takes at least 30 minutes. Performed in standing.

Windows are tightly shut. Complete darkness. Minimal noise, minimal clothing.

Relax and feel your entire skin surface. Very important is the skin on the back.

Lay down the radio in the middle of the room, loudspeakers on top. Find that hissing noise between the waves. Not too loud, just to damp the noise from outside. Try to reach the state when you can’t distinguish where the window is.

Eyes are shut.

Start the slow rotation clockwise and then counter clockwise, bending your head to the left and to the right. Extend your perception until you feel as you were alone on the planet, in the universe. Leave the closest disturbances like a neighbour’s energy, different temperature of in- and exhalation out of your attention.

Your body will find only one comfortable position between West-East-South-and-North. It depends on your birth date, sign and so on. You may guess about the rest.

Remain in the found position for a while. Then turn around in 90 degrees. Compare the sensation. The difference is enormous. Turn back to the previous position. Turn around in 180 degrees. The difference is negligible. It’s a question of your spine’s excitation. Go back to the found position again. Open your eyes, remember the direction.

Put your bed in a way to sleep with your head in this direction.

Good luck!

Text: Anton Adasinsky
Photo: Elena Yarovaya
Photo design: Elena Yarovaya

День первый

Купить китайскую капусту, имбирь, чеснок и белый редис (не знаю точное название по-русски, но на фото узнать можно).

Если есть сомнение, то имбиря и чеснока скорее больше, чем на фото, чем меньше.

Разрезать вот так:

Поместить в контейнер с сырой соленой водой.

(Соленость – как морская вода)

Видно, что вода покрывает капусту:

Герметично закрыть крышкой.

Поставить за окно, если за окном между +5 и +10 градусов.

Если нет, то в холодильник.

До завтра – все.

День второй

Слить воду из контейнера.

(Чтобы удалить излишки воды, можно положить на 2 кухонных полотенца.

Или, хотя бы, на дуршлаг – пусть стекает…

Однако, лучше на полотенца, срезами вниз)

А в это время…

Почистить чеснок, имбирь.

Рядышком поставить жгучий красный перец, сахар и соль

(я предпочитаю соль земли – розовую из Гималаев).

В миксере мелко перемолоть имбирь, чеснок, столовую ложку соли
И cахара.

В Корее добавляют очень маленькую сушеную рыбку – 2 см.

Типа кильки.

Штук 6.

В Европе нашла в отделе питания для кошек. Но я делаю без.

Смесь – в контейнер.

Добавить 2 столовые ложки жгучего красного перца.

В Корее – 9 ложек, но мне хватает 2.

Не пытайтесь класть перец в миксер – я пробовала.

Потом страшно чихала и глаза были красные.

На миксере продольно режется «редис» – как можно тоньше.

И в контейнер.

Руками перемешивается.

Если лизнуть руку, то жжет язык.

Ножницами режется капуста – 3 см.

Руками перемешиваeтся, не торопясь.

В Корее есть выражение – «вкусные пальцы».

Это как раз про это.

Перемешивание чередуется с утрамбовыванием кулаком.

Начинает выделяться сок.

Лижем кулак – пробуем достаточно ли соли, перца и сахара.

На этом этапе можно этот момент скорректировать.

Когда сок покрывает массу в момент нажатия – этап закончен

Кладем блюдце и чем-нибудь придавливаем.

Очень плотно закрываем контейнер.

Можно даже заклеить по периметру скотчем.

И в холодильник.

Ждем 3 дня.

Снимаем пробу, опять руками перемешиваем.

И еще на 5 дней в холодильник.

Есть каждый день 3 ломтика.

Успехов!

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Текст и фото: Елена Яровая

No tickets from Moscow to St. Petersburg. None and never.

Bought myself a place in the conductor’s compartment.

In Tver two young-and-wonderful boarded.

They were sleeping with their heads against the glass in the corridor. I invited them to join me and waited outside while they prepared a bunk.

The girl came out and asked, laughing:
“Do we disturb you?”
“No”, I said.
“Who are you, actually?” – she asked.
I said, “I’m one of the train security,” (bald, black jacket – so she couldn’t doubt it).
“Excuse us, if we get noisy.”
“No worries,” said I, “sing, laugh… should I wait in the corridor?”
“Well, you’ll probably have to wait a long time. He’s like a Roman law, you know, indistinct and very slow.”

We laughed very loud… The guy peeked out.

“I’m coming. I’m running. I’m already there!” she said to him.

I slept quite honest-minded and dreamed of a bi-directional flow of people.

In the morning she catches me up on the platform, laughing again:

“But you’re not from the security.”
“Security?”
“I know you.”
“I know.”
“Do you have echolalia?”
“Echolalia.”

She’s laughing again. Now the chap is here: “Baby, leave him alone!”

Just outside of the train station she turns to me again:
“Did you sleep well?”
“Fine. Rome, Sparta, a kid falling down the abyss; he was too lightweight, not warrior-like.”

Her eyes narrow.
“Anton, right?”
“Yes.”
“Good. So what do you guard there?”
“The secret of Caipirinha.”

And I head for a taxi. I want to dance.

On June 11 and 12 I was on stage with a guitar in my hands and a microphone at my throat. Friendly musicians around me. We called the concert “Vsyo Khorosho!” – “Everything is fine!”

Text: Anton Adasinsky
English text editor: Jennifer Williams
Photo: Anna Bogodist, Olga Arefieva, Alexandra Krivolutskaya
Photo design: Elena Yarovaya

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How good it is to sit on a perch under the table and look at the leaves and insects flowing in streams below!

A big creature is stirring beside me, Maxim Isaev.

“and the hormones…”

“oh yes, a harmony of the world…” answers Pasha Semchenko.

Innumerable feet rushing along. There are lots of people, but I can’t see them through the tiny hole in the tablecloth.

I can’t see the Great Northern Bear either, but I know it’s above us. Somewhere.

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Text: Elena Yarovaya
English text editor: Jennifer Williams
Photos: Carola Fritzsche, Julia Steinfartz
Photo design: Elena Yarovaya

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Ждем в гости мастеров-виртуозов:

Рома Дубинников (музыка к спектаклям «Всадник», «Однажды…». «Острова» и много ещё всего)
Николай Гусев («АВИА»)
Алексей Рахов («АВИА»)
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Ольга Арефьева
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