Translation of a short story about the events of December 7, 1941. Starting on December 8th, in Japan, for three months, people were interested in only one, the main topic - you. There were nine of you. Nobody gave you an order. They said that you, several people, yourself proposed the idea to the commander-in-chief. Then, for several months, secretly from people, you intensively prepared for the execution. And you didn’t do anything else except preparations.

Marvelous. The country is pursuing an undisguised policy of promoting Orthodoxy, a la the textbook “Origins” in the fifth grade, a monument to Vladimir in the center of Moscow, a ban on the musical “Jesus Christ Superstar”, probably as offending the feelings of believers. Why not direct all this activity to the preservation of monuments, to restoration; in the end, this would also support the existing direction in politics. Everyone would be happy - we promote and preserve, look.

Sallyedelstein collage Here and there a sad groan is heard: we don’t have “adequate feminists”, they don’t have convenient, understandable demands, they are terribly far from the people. The situation with the social demands of feminism in Russia is really not brilliant: in the visible political spectrum, women as an oppressed group do not seem to exist, and instead of them, the collective Valentina Matvienko sits in institutions in a suit.

Five girls. We dance in a circle for two songs each, because there are only five of us. There is one guest in the hall - his name is Mafa. From Tokyo. Gives three hundred rubles. So we go to him, waiting for him to get tired of the non-stop girls and start refusing. Dancing two songs at a time is physically difficult. It would be better if he left and we just sat. Or someone else would have come. And he came. We've arrived. Two came.

This text is a transcript of an audio recording of a round table held as part of “KuzLesFest No. 6” at Ground Khodynka on November 27, 2016. At the event, a mini-lecture by Alec Petuk “Weird scene?” was given, after which a discussion took place. This event was the first full-fledged meeting of ideologically and aesthetically close people, conventionally united around the Tasty Glue community and the KuzLesFest festival.

I admit honestly that I cannot watch scenes from modern films where characters confess their love to each other. When they simply take off their clothes and merge their bodies, then this is quite understandable to me, although it is not very pleasant to see such bad taste within the framework of an artistic canvas that pretends to be something. And yet, nude scenes more accurately reflect our largely pornographic time. But when He tells Her “I love you….