Gusli is for the soul

Sergei Adamenko is a Novosibirsk master, making gushers, rattles, noisy and spoons. Its products diverge quickly, literally scatter around the world! And Sergey, the participant of the Ensemble “Insula Magika” under the leadership of Arkady Burkhanov, plays the lute, on the guitar, on the same gusls.

He seems to play at all on everything. On the rays of the sun, on gusts of wind. There is that intangible, invisible to the eye that forms the master. Gusli is just a tool, deck is just wood, and strings are just metal. Pinocchio, do not forget, was a simple log before meeting with the master.

Everything unusual occurs on a regular balcony. Light, soft, yellow, so movie, which correctly has shadows on the wall. In this apartment, everything is right and everything is exactly in their places. Including the owner. And the balcony in the right place where it is light, and materials. And smells. And sounds. And the muse. I think the latter live on the balcony. It smells there. And there is most often there is a master. And the muses without a master in any way. They are functionally intended specifically to control and accounting for activities. Well, in order for inspiration at the right level, where you need to put a black or longing for a green or anguish in place, warm, take a nap on the shoulder, make the foam on the coffee.

Sergei polishes the deck from new gusli, tightly twists Kolki. It seems that the master has a soul at the fingertips. And in general, somewhere she is not here. Smoothly flowing into the tool, decreases and walks along its mysterious dark corners, says with him, listens, gets together as with a person. It is rubbed, literally with a rag - polishing. Somewhere fingers tighter with fingers. Stroke somewhere. Somewhere tight, tap, touch the strings, listen.

There are several types of gusls. Poilers (ringing), which in many classic pictures with a bearded old man in a roasted and bast shoes, goers lie on his knees, half -blue, he plays on them. Helmet-shaped, or gusl-psalter, they have a very special sound, slightly resembling the sound of a bell, going up. Lyro -shaped, stationary (like a table with legs), tongs and even keyboards. Sergei still knows how to do a lot - wheeled lira, harp. But Gusli is for the soul, he says.

They tried a little on a small table full of tools. Each coat has its own place, its own house. Not random, everything is defined by the master. Harmony does not imply accidentally abandoned things, even chaos is a pattern. There is no stream, there is no desire to sell a lot, to everyone and everything. When the flow begins, the talent is choked, he needs air, and what air, if you suffocate in the number of orders? Better one masterpiece in which the soul is invested.

Sergei puts on the gusls over his shoulder, by the strap, stands in the middle of the room, begins to play, leaning a little, covering the instrument of himself like a child. At the back of the chandelier, on time, fell into the frame. I highlighted the portrait with rays. Where does the sun come from in Siberia in such an early? I specifically take off a lot of so as not to tear myself away from the ground. Gusli, they will instantly pick up such, take somewhere to the nightingale Budimirovich in the 9th century.

By the way, the first gusls found during excavations about this age are dated. They were found by archaeologists near Nizhny Novgorod. The Huslists (exactly so correctly) were disliked by the churchmen, the king, and the military. They were identified with buffoons, and buffoonery is paganism. They caught, planted in jail, selected and burned tools. Huslists were too wayward, free. And their songs were about the same. In general, string, tongs, have always been associated with freedom. Guitar, violin ... trumpeters, wandering musicians. The wandering pianist is difficult to imagine. Although there would be a master, there is always a tool. And it is for a particular master that a specific tool.

Sergei says that the product can wait for its owner for years. It is born with its soul, with its inner purpose, and waits, while they will take it away, it will be discerned. Sergei Gusli has, who from the very beginning did not sound like the rest, then they were tested in Ethno -oper “Prince Oleg”, and they fit amazingly, as if they were created for this project. The libretto and the idea of ​​the opera belongs to the Novosibirsk musician Viktor Garagule, music is the result of the joint work of the whole team, including Sergey.

In general, Adamenko in the house smells not only with wood. A little more thick coffee. And a new, slightly uninhabited space. It's nothing. Muse are able to quickly and comfortably arrange. They have their own Feng Shui, their understanding of what the master needs now. This house is inhabited by sounds, aromas, which means that everything is in order with harmony, everything is lively, sings, is born. And the doors are open. Music should go into the world, delight, return to his family. Harmony will die if it is locked. So Sergey does not lock.

Oksana Mamlin