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Condenser: fourth issue
Date of publication: 22 February 2000
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Second week of the second round
I managed to go and return. It was good in Cannes, better than in Tel Aviv: warm and croissants. In the morning, we crawled into a small cafe near the hotel and sang coffee after a long dinner. Most of all we liked the cook. On our first morning in Cannes, without ten eight, he appeared before our eyes in a tall starch cap and touching white slippers than plunged us, normal cheap Israelis, into catatonic delight. True, our annual visits obviously did not go to the institution for the future. So, on the second morning we found a cook without a cap. On the third - the waitress was late for ten minutes and then went after the croissants for another five minutes. Our fourth visit was marked by the failure of the espressed machine, and the fifth - with lethargic narcissories in vases instead of the previous crowned gladioli. On that day, we waited for the departure of a man sitting at the next table, and hung out the remnants of his croissants, because the croissants in the institution ended. On our last visit, a few hours before the departure, we found the cook in some socks dressed in a T -shirt and rather unsightly jeans, and the waitress shuddered all the time, and it became clear that the sixth jamb was superfluous and the girl was struck for treason. It’s scary to even think about what it would be, we linger for another day.
But, fortunately for the cafe, I returned. During my absence, a rather impressive pack of texts came, and mostly very high -quality and at the same time possessing some mysterious common property, later I will tell you what. In addition, the number of people who shared the opinion of associations with the word "capacitor" even exceeded the number of fans who voted for the texts. In thirty percent, the "condenser" is associated with concepts from the field of electricity. Then comes the “Cheburator”, followed by a significant margin - share the third place “The Field of Chemistry” and “something brilliant and wet”. From which, in my opinion, it follows that the ratio of serious and not too serious people among the readers of the condenser is in the framework of the healthy. With which I congratulate us all.
Yes, there is still news: during the flights there and back, I edited the rules of the game , so now our appearance coincides with the content of 1 .
Today there is a lot of work. Firstly, it is necessary to summarize the first round based on the results of two weeks of work of the authors and, accordingly, two votes of the fans. Thus, today the first chapter of the epoch -making collection will be compiled. Secondly, you need to see the first texts of those who spent the summer there and the so, as Nastik would say. Thirdly, today I will open the first of the four "battles".
In this order and move.
The results of the second week voting somewhat surprised me. The "thieves' being" of Vitaly Kopyl came forward with a huge advantage, the next was the Markovsky "Cainologist". “Kanyaev” Svana and “Anecdote” Lee Bao sank to the finish line at a very significant distance from the leaders, and no one voted for Bayan Shiryanov. My own tastes were distributed completely, completely different, but this is fine: the project justifies itself. As a result: voting on the first round is closed, the first chapter of the collection is composed of the following five texts (in alphabetical names):
- Vitaliy Kopyl , "Thieves of being" Sergey Belets , Aka Sap-S-de, "Bishome Magistrate" Arnold Markov , "Cainologist" Igor Petrov , Aka Labas, "Song about Vanka Cain" Bird , "Shaverma"
Sap-s-de, I remind, was chosen by my own despotic will. Because he is Sap-s-de and his story-Sap-Sa-Enterbal. So.
In general, every time it comes to the need to speak out about the sent texts, one black thought begins to torment me. Namely: do not the comments harm the progress? I am not imposing on something to authors, fans and other players? Isn't it that I, as Nastik would say? I can’t drive this dirty thought, but I can to some extent put it on good goals: thanks to it I will comment on the course of the game carefully ...
Therefore, I will say this: the first chapter and the process of its compilation were given a lot from the point of view of the ultimate goal of our work with you: some general trends are already visible, there are material for comparisons, there are groups of preferred topics and much more. But it is worth talking about all this in detail only at the end of the entire project - not without reason there is a spoke of "once - ...". Let's wait.
Among the texts that were late for the first round, by the way, there were two very curious ones. Odin signed "Ledra", I quote entirely, the good of the text is small - and insanely charming. It is a pity that it could not be a healthy:
- So I do not ask me to call a Cain, a citizen judge ... they ordered me ... a sign like ... The rookie 'roommates, in the form of horns, so deer, caught fire. And a voice: "Now you will be called Cain." And then about how they ... oppression. Like, if anything, so your offender will be flairing all. Well, it seems like a roof to me ... how it is ... reduced ... And how can I not believe it when they’re driving ... that is, this victim ... I saw that its cloak took up - the boot of me on a snout is a barefoot. Well, she was nervous, apparently. I decided, a fool, as if I were fingering it with Bologna ... So, imagine the picture for myself, the citizens present: I stand in the middle of the hallway - the mouth is torn, the voice is rolled in my ears, in my eyes fire circles, either from the hanger with this legged, or from the barefoot ... and I see, citizens, like an umbrella - rubbish, by the way, a cheap woman. The goat, how many times: “will not stretch out”, and it turned out to be right - he rises into the air and let this end ... That is, to the victim, that is, to the Mordasians to lure ... But the voice (no, the other, it was immediately clear whose, and this chancellery was clear, he declared his will and be healthy, but he was more likely to be pony) the score. He counted to seven, waited for something, then as if he had clicked and disappeared. Yes, Jordano Bruno would have believed ... And the fact that these neighbors, by the way, by the way, of nationality, albeit Russians, say that an umbrella, when they ran, pulled out of my hands, so you know, as they say? "Hope for God ..."
From the story "Case with a doctor" sent by Grigory Durnovo, I quote only a piece:
And this man at a frantic speed approaches our doctor and holds out this very stick to him. The stick, by the way, is not simple, inlaid with gold and diamonds, all sparkling, and at the end it is written: "500 units." The doctor, understanding everything, was offended: how so, the police chased behind this person, he stole this stick, and gives me to be chasing me now, they say? So no. He pushed off the hand of this man away from himself. Then the pursuit of the thief and overtook. And in front of the doctor’s eyes, this person who tried to give him a stick was given seven sticks.
The text itself, in my opinion, is weak, I quote it because the given piece is amazingly intersects with a certain clear tendency of the texts of the second, current, tour. What - guess for yourself.
Five texts of this week cover a fairly large range of styles - from a sentimental poem with prose interlides from Tata Sh .:
Without answering questions, they bowed the heads of birch.
Untimely thunderstorms darken and excite blood, and moths
The wasps were killed, put in the underground nests and rule over
Late rose, similar to my love.
In my garden, they grow slowly storms, raspberries and hazel.
An unnecessary birdhouse blackens in a grassy wilderness. Not
I need external consolations, I will survive and in the darkness of the pitch, your
The look frightened and gentle covering deep down.
- to the whipped, impudent and very black story of Rick Svetov "First of September":
Marina Alekseevna giggles a pussy like this and in the second circle he lets her question. Petya then raises his eyes looks at her and says I flew on a turbol in Africa. All the children, if not a vile laugh, but Marina Alekseevna sponge her upper charming in such a bow twisted the erotic that the writer Shurik almost finished and said and what was interesting in Africa. Petya answers me crocodiles attacked me. Here, all the children who, as the writer said, Lev Pirogov, pidaras, just grabbed the tummies and fell under the desks from laughter not from an attack of appendicitis.
- And all this through Cyberpank Savenkova and the paradoxical games of Skrum. In a word, there is something to choose from. Why everyone is invited.
Gabriel Gadin , "From the children's memoirs of Apollo"
Alik Shrum , "Power of Spirit"
Rick Svetov , "First September"
Evgeny Savenkov , "rebellious leader"
Tata Sh. , Name
Texts - here .
The results of the vote of this week will open the second chapter of the collection. Why am I impatiently this and this, as Nastik would say.
I remind you that the topic remains the same, sacramental: "How I spent the summer." The tour continues, there are no special changes. On the other hand, the time has come to go close to the Battle of Titans.
The list of "titans" today is as follows:
- Mikhail Epstein
- Victor Sonkin
- Ivan Davydov
- Evgeny Gorny
- Max Fry
- Roman Leibov
- Glory to Kuritsyn
- Alexander Zhitinsky
The topic is difficult. As in the current tours, on the one hand - I would like to somehow set the channel, on the other, I really do not want to limit much. As a result, I came to the topic "Self -portrait". I don’t put other frames: you can interpret the topic as you like. There are no concessions from the point of view of the volume of text, compliance with the topic and compliance with the deadlines. Let's see where our yacht will float ... from the point of view of the organizational one - I wait for the work of the titans until April 1, hanging them as we enter the readership. Accordingly, in the early days of April I will open a vote on all texts, and it will last until the beginning of May. The super -head will be texts plus reader comments. Comments to send me . However, I will remind of this next week.
Elementum
The second week begins - therefore, I give tips and tips. By the way, tips and tips are accepted from players.
Roman Leibov at one time wrote in the “unlimited link” about the relict diary of the pioneer detachment , cheerfully camping with a warm, affectionate summer of 1947.
I spent summer after Chernobyl in an unnaturally beautiful pioneer camp near Yevpatoria, which was called simply and unpretentious: the pioneer camp for them. Ilyich. Two separate detachments were compiled from the "Kyiv" children - those who were evacuated closer to July. For some reason, we hated them fiercely and considered contagious. Then one of these "children" studied with me at the university. Non -disordered at all.
Summer has always been a favorite topic of poppy: “Summer, rain in the night, / summer, hot days ...”, “Summer, ah, summer ...”, “Our summer was leaving for two ...”, “I’m flying for you, sunny summer ...” I sometimes get the impression that pop songs about summer were more singing than about spring. What was explained by the promiscuity of the resorts, the ease of rhyme “summer -is” (although “spring -it” also does not require much effort) or simply vacation animal joy - it is still unclear.
Present
Judy Belkin gave me a sonnet for the capacitor and to the second release too. I would like to ask: now, if so for every tour ... But gifts, as you know, are not asked. And sorry. :))
Summer
I spent this summer
Far from the sea and from the beach.
Not to me Astarta Lila
To exrases of shocking,
And the muscular jaguar,
Throwing cinemas into trembling,
Did not make his way to the boudoir
Elizabeth (Cleopatra).
I was born from summer foam
But August is erecting walls,
And in the last light of the day
I am writing autumn sonnets ...
I wanted to spend the summer
And summer spent me.
Total: I invite everyone to the game. Waiting for texts, voices and comments. Meet me in a week.
Note:
1 In one Israeli shit, in the section of intimate ads, I found a text that began with the words: "A young man of exciting appearance and rare content ..."
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