The lecture “Best of Russia - our 10 years” will take place in the Vintage Hall of the Winzavod Center for Contemporary Art on April 24 at 20:00. The event is held as part of a parallel program of the anniversary exhibition Best of Russia. Using the example of outstanding photographs of world photography and the most striking photographs of the Best of Russia project, journalist and publicist Alexander Budberg will analyze the development of amateur photography in Russia over the past decade.

Hello, friend, today, unfortunately, you are not with me This is what I know for sure Are you spending this evening with someone else? It doesn’t matter if anything happens, I’m here next to you I returned from afar How my heart, broken by love, burns This truth about your life And the wine you spilled on the balcony A towel in the apartment you forgot I love everything in this life After all, everyone told me about your evening date And once you know, is it possible to remain silent?

Rendezvous with a stranger What a sad tune Rendezvous with a stranger This is what you wanted Rendezvous with a stranger Someone has to go Rendezvous with a stranger No goodbye, no forgiveness.

I love you, maybe not But that’s not what I regret today That's not why I'm spouting nonsense Then to become like Theseus Why look for what you can't find? Why go where you weren't invited? After all, there is a sign on the gate - do not enter And on the face there is a smile of sadness

And the moon was shining And the firewood cracked A warm wind blew through the leaves And she sat She quietly sang the words What does a blooming spring understand?

Rech#port publishes several stories by Vyacheslav Kovalevich and the film script “8:00”. Vyacheslav Kovalevich is a photographer, writer, creator of the Photo Apartment project (2009-2010) and PhotoTalk, one of the founders of the experimental poetry festival EXPERIENCES and curator of the festival’s photo project in 2011. Organizer of “ rope exhibitions ”, one of the curators of the “ PHOTO→station ” project. Solo exhibitions: “In a state of comprehension” (Rachmaninov Yard gallery, St.

Life is fair I wanted to drown in the sea, but the wave couldn’t: Shit doesn't sink - and it's not your fault, Wave that you can't drown the shit Life is so fair, oh God, life is so fair Why are you shooting after me, why? So many years at lunch, so many troubles. Why are you shooting at me - don’t shoot. The road has ended and there is nowhere to run The cartridges have run out, so there is no need to run anymore. Life, you are so fair, oh God, life, you are so fair.

I found you and lost you at once And one phrase is pounding in my head I’d rather forget about what happened I'll break myself and live You won - so be happy You’re right again - and you look sympathetically From the land where the trees bloom I was left alone here.

I will definitely die without you Not all - in parts, and not all at once I won't be with you for a day For me - a sentence, for you - another phrase I definitely won't breathe And the heart will stop beating Hear me - sorry, it didn’t work out I'm not meant to fly - I'm meant to crash When you're standing on the edge The hardest thing is to take the first step I don't regret anything, I love you It hurts me, and you're all in tears Among the two of us, I must be strong That's why I'm standing

She said You are silent, you don’t know. Perhaps true, but probably not. She was silent You are silent and quiet Go turn off the light in the kitchen

All my words about loving you, if I'm talking to you I don't love you - I then said - but I loved you and love you I'm after you It's like surviving a storm Like hitting your head on a rock And now understand I'm better alone Than die again with you

"To err is human" Well, of course, how else can you justify failures? The East justified its tasks with its population unquestioning submission. And pointed the billionth barrel of Patience to the temple of the two-faced West. A long period of my life - these are linear functions And the graphics are at a 5th grade level. I just recently woke up.

A simply simple day. Not exactly morning, but still. Half full minibus. A few minutes and it’s “up to the cap.” Let's go. Outside the windows, there is just nature with a complex history. Nothing prevents us from being part of transport, traffic, part of the overall goal. And as usually happens, such an amazing state of peace is necessarily counteracted by “someone/something”. No! Shiloh, no, indestructible! For what? Life Style is like that.

Many people have a pretty clear idea of ​​what a “rock and roll star” is. This is chaos at concerts, smashing guitars and setting speakers on fire. These are drugs, groupies, constant intoxication and the destruction of hotel rooms. This is a roar from the speakers, an early death and a pilgrimage of fans to the grave. These are Jim Morrison and Jimi Hendrix , Janis Joplin and Keith Moon , John Bonham and, of course, Elvis .

I catch your hand, there remains emptiness in my hand Breath of separation, I'm not the same, you're not the same And in your eyes there is pain, and in your heart there is sadness Starting over is bad I feel bad without you, it's so empty But I don't have the strength to stay with you It's cloudy and sad outside Why did I let you go I catch your hand, there remains emptiness in my hand And our dream shattered into hundreds of fragments I was deaf to you, you are blind - it's a pity It's too