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NOW - 16.11.2007

16. 11. 2007, 19:01 | by DEREVO
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NOWOctober…

I was walking through the night in Prague with Robert. He was
absent-minded… was hurrying somewhere.
At the reception in the hotel he left me a note “…I’ll see you later.

You know how to find me…”
Then it was St.P. I’ve met my friends, but not all, whom I’d like to thank. I’ve sung three songs to the children,
I’ve shot the black-eyed beginning of the film “Diagnosis”,
I’ve seen the girl Loozai -
I gave her an iron umbrella and the left-hand glove… and October didn’t want to end.

Styk performed in Dresden her first solo “Tula”, Roman Gabria
performed “Gioconda’s Smile”, and there were “Totentanz” and
“Barbuzons”, and the KETZAL flew to Spain, and my last workshop – so
cruel and so funny…………………………………………. Yes, Anton?……………………
….. Yes……………………………………………………………… and Pierrot’s black buttons like three gun-shots in a nightmare.

Totentanz07. Photo by Carola FritzscheBarbuzons. Photo by Elena YarovayaElena Stykova. Photo by Carola FritzscheElena Stykova. Photo by Carola Fritzsche
21 minutes before the show. Photo by Elena YarovayaRoman Gabria. Photo by Carola FritzscheBarbuzons. Photo by Elena Yarovaya20 minutes before the show. Photo by Elena Yarovaya
Totentanz07. Photo by Carola FritzscheTotentanz07. Photo by Carola FritzscheTotentanz07. Photo by Carola FritzscheTotentanz07. Photo by Carola Fritzsche
18 minutes before the show. Photo by Elena YarovayaTrain will well. Photo by Elena Yarovaya

Text by Anton Adasinsky
English text editor - Jennifer Williams
Photos by Elena Yarovaya, Carola Fritzsche
Photo design by Elena Yarovaya

NOW - 25.09.2007

24. 09. 2007, 19:59 | by DEREVO
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NOWAfter uneasy and sleepless days in Mannheim (girls, tractors & night elegy) we found ourselves in Dublin. We were going to open the big Fringe festival. We couldn’t realize it at the start.

We really really wanted to sleep. Really.

What we could dance was maybe the sirtaki. And most likely only the first male part – slow and circumstantial.

And so we started. A dream on black waters at Hanon’s music. “Her Midst”. Hanon – is a pseudonym. I don’t think he would allow Skryabin to leave a wonderful greenhouse in the Pushkarskaya street in St. Petersburg without asking for permission.

The water wasn’t warm or clear. But it was happy that we gave our bodies to it. Just touch the water and some high-speed shimmering wonder connects you through all the brooks, rivers, seas and oceans to that peaceful creek where Krapp is hearing the sedge rustling against the bottom of his boat.

And then we performed in Samuel Beckett’s Theatre. A “happy days”…

Anton Adasinsky in the White Garden. Photo - Andrey BobylevAnton Adasinsky in the White Garden. Photo - Andrey BobylevFloating beds in the White Garden. Photo - Andrey BobylevFloating beds in the White Garden. Photo - Andrey Bobylev
In the White Garden. Photo - Andrey BobylevIn the White Garden. Photo - Andrey BobylevIn the White Garden. Photo - Elena YarovayaMartin Cyprich who has built the White Garden. Photo - Elena Yarovaya
Maxim Didenko in the White Garden. Photo - Andrey BobylevPlanting the White Garden. Photo - Elena YarovayaPlanting the White Garden. Photo - Elena YarovayaPlanting the White Garden. Photo - Elena Yarovaya
Planting the White Garden. Photo - Elena YarovayaSwans of the  White Garden. Photo - Andrey BobylevThe White Garden. Photo - Visual MachineWater comes to the White Garden. Photo - Elena Yarovaya

Text: Anton Adasinsky
English text editor: Jennifer Williams
Photo: Elena Yarovaya, Andrey Bobylev
Photo design: Elena Yarovaya

See also the video shot by visual designers from Mercury Boy Inc. and originally posted at TheBubble.

Video by Mercury Boy inc.