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Anton Adasinsky (from an interview for “Kultura” TV): «They brought 60 children to choose from – everyone a genius. I chose 12, then cut the number down to 10. And they learned our most complicated show in just 4 days, and it’s really complicated with all those anchor points, props and stuff, just a huge pile of stuff… Absolutely genial kids!»

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

10 days in April

It turned out to be possible in ten days to play “THE GOSPEL OF ANTON” in Florence, fly to St. Petersburg the same night and dance in the “Nutcracker”, meet the participants of the concert “Vsyo Khorosho!” there, go to Moscow and look at the future performance location in “WinZavod”, come back to Italy, get in the car and drive to France to Mikhail Chemiakin, to find there Slava Polunin and to discuss their participation in the “VERTICAL 2008″ project under the working title “One Sky”, then drive to Dresden and start the rigging for WindRose, then move to Berlin and fly to Kiev at the “GogolFest”, meet our entire company gathered there from three countries, dance the “Wolve’s Tango” and return to Dresden together with AKHE to start the rehearsals for “WindRose”… whew, all in ten days..

Text by Anton Adasinsky
Photo by Elena Yarovaya, Jana Svyatkina, P. Datskovsky and others.
Photo design by Elena Yarovaya

See more photos of “Wolves’ Tango project” in Kiev

See also a video preview of the “WindRose”project in Hellerau, Dresden.

So we’ve been to Samara, St. Petersburg, Moscow…

Something happened to us or to the people who are here for us.
Now they all really-really want us to be and to live,
Although I’ve had some other plans recently.
And the black cloud is covering the birthmarks and the stubble…
And suddenly, as expected, there’s so much Love!
Not simply, “D’you have any tickets still?”
But crying, “I need it! I flew from Siberia…”

White snow. The colour of the morning alley in a sanatorium just as you’re going out of breath after the nurses’ words:
“There’s a visitor for you.”
“Who?” – you’re pleading – “Who?”
She smiles.
“You’ll see for yourself.”

Pyjamas, a hospital-gown; and sliding down into the park, throwing off a cast of myself on each step of the stairs, a cast of sinful, blabbing and unique me. Then an excuse for the prepared joke: “I love me, me of my own making…”*

Cold hands, a discomfort, where to put those oranges? And then – slantwise into the snowdrift. An incantation.

Original text by Anton Adasinsky
English text editor: Jennifer Williams
Photos & photo design: Elena Yarovaya

Robert has traveled to Italy; visited the city where he was born and shot his
doctor dead.

At the 13th Russian national theatre festival “Zolotaya Maska” (Golden Mask) in Moscow DEREVO received an award in the category “Innovation”.

Text by Anton Adasinsky
Photo: Elena Iarovaia and/or DEREVO
Photo design: Elena Iarovaia

Today, on April 15, 2007, our performance KETZAL was awarded at the Golden Mask Festival in Moscow.

Имея в виду “Золотую Маску”, Антон рассказал много всего на Радио “Маяк”. Можно слушать онлайн.