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Apartment 66, eighth floor. Tanya looks at the beautiful lipstick imprint on the wine glass. The last guests have just left: she can still hear the elevator rumbling down, carrying Ildar and Sasha. Someone left the turquoise lighter on the kitchen table next to a cup of cold coffee. It became completely quiet and therefore a little melancholic. Perhaps she should have slowed down a bit. Then she w...

Apartment 91, fifth floor. Ilya slowly stirs cheap coffee in an old mug with the picture of the Egyptian pyramids (his younger sister brought it from vacation in Hurghada about ten years ago). Just one more day to endure. Then he'll head to the train station in the evening and hop on the suburban train. It will be hot and stuffy in the carriage, his shirt will instantly stick to his body. Outside...

@accidentalpoint @sheva_music It's a sunny day, late March. You're smiling. Maybe it's because it's Saturday, you don't have to think about work, and there's an empty glass of lager on the counter in front of you. Or in your memory suddenly arose a picture from your childhood: you are driving your father's old car out of town for the first kebabs, in the trunk rattles disassembled brazier, and you...

@accidentalpoint It's a sunny day, late March. You're smiling. Maybe it's because it's Saturday, you don't have to think about work, and there's an empty glass of lager on the counter in front of you. Or in your memory suddenly arose a picture from your childhood: you are driving your father's old car out of town for the first kebabs, in the trunk rattles disassembled brazier, and you anticipate h...

@accidentalpoint @uladzimirkolb It's a sunny day, late March. You're smiling. Maybe it's because it's Saturday, you don't have to think about work, and there's an empty glass of lager on the counter in front of you. Or in your memory suddenly arose a picture from your childhood: you are driving your father's old car out of town for the first kebabs, in the trunk rattles disassembled brazier, and y...

Apartment 35, ninth floor. Yana closed the iron front door with a clatter («Nina Valentinovna from 36th apartment will come to argue again soon») She carelessly put the heavy grocery bag on the tiled floor and the jar of pickles at the bottom of it clanged loudly («I hope it hadn’t crash!»). She couldn't get out of her head that Luzin was standing in line in front of her. The same senior high scho...

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Apartment 113, second floor. Diana is standing under the hot shower. She doesn't like the vintage blue colored tiles, pink towel hooks made of cheap plastic, and the long crack in the sink. If only this was her apartment... The water makes a pleasant noise. It smells like shower gel (the aroma is «apple with caramel», she bought it on sale). For some reason, thoughts about the stooped man with sad...

Apartment 105, ninth floor. Slava slowly stirs sugar in a cup of black tea. Its porcelain surface is adorned with a pattern of flowers, birds, and gilding. The wall clock ticking loudly. Mom is slicing a waffle cake with nuts ("your favorite"), dad is talking about the road to the dacha, which, of course, is being cleared of snow, but not very well. Slava suddenly notices how much they have aged....

Apartment 54, fifth floor. Sveta is smoking on the open balcony, wrapped in an old puffer jacket. It's the typical timelessness of a weekend day when it's impossible to tell exactly what time it is. Children in snowsuits that make a «whoosh-whoosh» sound while walking are dragging a huge snow tubing somewhere, and a group of red-faced men, drinking on the bench in front of the building, just empti...

- a legendary project founded in 1983 in the secret Ural city of Chelyabinsk-70 (later Snezhinsk) by Igor "Gosha Ryzhiy" Shaposhnikov and Vladimir "Vova Siny" Emelev. The basic instruments of the project were tape recorders and magnetic tape rings, which served as artisanal samplers. Such musicians as Vitaly Stern, who later founded with Igor Kolyadny the cult electronic project "Vida Ryb", Andrey...

- electronic duo specializing in such music directions as ambient, intelligent techno, experimental, spoken word. They use various instruments of sound production: grooveboxes, samplers, synthesizers, flute and voice, organically combining improvisation with prepared material, and traditional approach with experiments - conscious and intuitive.

Stropharia is a Moscow project formed by Dmitry Polikarpov 30 years ago, in 1993, on the wave of fascination with industrial culture, psychedelic electronics and the transgressive side of the rave scene. Over the three decades of the project's history, everything has turned upside down, but the most important things have remained in place: smart electronics, radical beats, digital hardcore, acid t...

A nine-story panel building, four entrances, a hundred something apartments. Perhaps, every morning, you pass by this building on your way to the subway station, or its gray walls were visible from the window of a room in which you have not been for so long, and perhaps will never be again. In the tenth apartment on the third floor, six-year-old Vitalik wakes up. He breathes heavily. This horrible...

You're falling asleep. Rare fireworks are going off outside the window. And behind the wall, in the living room, glasses are still clinking, your parents have taken out their guitars and are singing songs about "those at sea" and "the new turn", which you don't like. But you don't care anymore. You plunge into the viscous space of dreams, where you will find yourself an old garage in the suburbs o...

This time we got into our hands a cassette without any indication where it was taped. From the handwritten caption, we know that it was meant for a party after a corporate meeting on December 8, 1999. Somewhere, some people did business, and afterwards they danced to the tape.

A rainy autumn day. You're quickly walking down a familiar street that steeply descends towards the embankment. It's barely noon, yet wine glasses already clinking in the corner bar – elderly folks loudly arguing about yesterday's match. A group of couriers speeds by on mopeds, honking and gesturing at cars at the intersection. Your long black hair, hoodie, and tote bag with textbooks are decently...

It's late in the early winter evening. You are standing near the entrance to a chain supermarket. One of the windows of the five-story building across the street is illuminated by the violet light of a phytolamp. Large flakes of snow lay beautifully on the beat-up Audi, carelessly abandoned in the parking lot in front of the store. A girl in a short down jacket walks past with a quick step, sniffi...

A frosty morning in the middle of winter. A small park not far from your home: pine trees with snow caps and a ski tracks parallel to the footpaths. You're wearing an unloved heavy sheepskin coat (but it's so cool to draw patterns on it with your fingers) and fleece pants which make funny rustle noises. The sky is so blue it hurts to look at it. You're riding on the sled down the steep slope of a...

@flacudm x zalman x пустыни и пустоши In Izhevsk in the late 80's - early 90's a phenomenon was mysteriously born that became a phenomenon: musicians, artists and directors, experimenting with everything they could get their hands on, formed an amazing sound, picture and image, imprinted in the minds of all witnesses as a myth, echoes of which we still hear today.

@flacudm x zalman x пустыни и пустоши In Izhevsk in the late 80's - early 90's a phenomenon was mysteriously born that became a phenomenon: musicians, artists and directors, experimenting with everything they could get their hands on, formed an amazing sound, picture and image, imprinted in the minds of all witnesses as a myth, echoes of which we still hear today.

@flacudm x zalman x пустыни и пустоши In Izhevsk in the late 80's - early 90's a phenomenon was mysteriously born that became a phenomenon: musicians, artists and directors, experimenting with everything they could get their hands on, formed an amazing sound, picture and image, imprinted in the minds of all witnesses as a myth, echoes of which we still hear today.

@flacudm x zalman x пустыни и пустоши In Izhevsk in the late 80's - early 90's a phenomenon was mysteriously born that became a phenomenon: musicians, artists and directors, experimenting with everything they could get their hands on, formed an amazing sound, picture and image, imprinted in the minds of all witnesses as a myth, echoes of which we still hear today.

Вступление: Дж. Буль — Почему ты спрашиваешь? Маша: Некая булькающая среда — Нескончаемый дождь Андрей: Закрытое предприятие — Я пьян Федор: Петля Нестерова — Кто здесь? Алена: Глухой телефон — Вези меня Саша: Sputnik — Полная Луна Ксюша: Наталья Ветлицкая — Волшебный сон Степан: Татьяна Анциферова — Дело не в погоде Арина: Татьяна Буланова — Я сведу тебя с ума Кирилл: Рейн — Проходящие мимо За эф...

It's a late evening in mid-autumn. You are about to finish another cigarette, standing on an unfamiliar balcony. A chilly wind is blowing. Your fingers are terribly cold. An empty bus is slowly creeping along the street in front of the house. You hide your hands in your pockets, casually fumble in the left one for a coin that reminds you of that very person. In one of the windows of the house acro...