Inferno #06 03 декабря 2004

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Events - Serpukhov Festival ParaDiGMus party 2003. Afterparty.

           ParaDiGMus party 2003

            Cusick / Sinclair Club

                 (Part 2)
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   There was nowhere to go. Go at night in Moscow, where 
criminal situation leaves poor, [;)] also did not want. So

that we Alone Coder'om remains in
College to help the organizers with the cleaning.

   Trying to persuade a night watchman to leave us for the 
night, closing to lock in any class, failed. I would normally 
sleep off in a quiet place. The prospect of a night on the 
streets of Serpukhov reel does not suit, because I have not 
slept for almost three days. 

   We helped the organizers with the cleaning and
placement of equipment into place. Digging in the closet, 
Dmitri made my choice Several prizov.Vybirat was not anything 
else, only a pile of boxes with licensed software for PC.YA 
surprised: "What is it? This prizes? And for what it is 
Spectrum'istu? Do sponsors could not afford anything should 
another? ". Dmitriy twisted:" I confident that this software 
can successfully sell. "Well, do nothing, there was no other 
alternative, had vzyat.Mozhet really can gain by selling for $ 
100? 

   Serpukhov plunged into twilight. Sleep
on the street or in the stairwell did not want. I had to ask 
for help from the organizers. Maybe someone will agree to us 
shelter on a concrete nochleg.Nichego no promise could not. 
Attempts to persuade vahtershu leave us until the morning in 
some classroom were not successful.


   I'm tired backpack. Prize box persistently resisted. Alone 
Coder I soothed, saying that there is no need to be upset, 
somehow slay till morning, and there with the first train to 
Moscow Dvina. 

   In the lobby waiting for us with a good Pr0mus
News: "If you can not find accommodation with someone of the 
organizers, at the extreme case can come back here. "After 
reading wonder in our eyes, he added: "I do not

worry, I'm all settled. "

   The street was already about twenty-three
hours, a cold wind blew. All went in
different directions, someone drove a car in Obolensk. I, along 
with Alone Coder'om and Mikhail Kiselyov, who helped with the 
conduct of party, went in the direction vokzala.Nam three were 
on the road puti.V conversation. Michael, referring to the 
meager size of one-bedroom apartment, offered to spend the 
night at his home, unless, of course, my mother had gone to

cottage.

   The apartment was empty, that I
unspeakably great. Treat noodles and tea, we AlCo lay down on 
the couch and immediately fell asleep.


   Closer to midday I was awakened by Michael
reminding our desire to walk in
Serpukhov for inspection of local attractions. On its proposal 
to show us the city we could not refuse and, in my opinion, 
rightly so, as he professional historian and familiar with the 
history of their native land. 

   Marched through ul.Voroshilova to the water tower, and then 
came to the church of St. Nicholas White. The gates were 
closed, workers in hard hats engaged in outdoor 
restavratsiey.Dvoe priests observe what is happening, and 
obviously interested in our appearance. One of the

workers asked me: "Sorry,
you want something? "I explained that we are interested in 
visiting and local hramami.Lyubopytny interlocutor was not 
satisfied:" Excuse me, but you have something to do with the 
clergy? ". He was referring to my facial hair. I do not 
confused, because such issues had

heard before. Disappointing clergy, we moved towards the 
chapel, which was also closed. 

   Walked across the bridge of the Lenin Komsomol,
the street Proletarian, turned to Shurupovskomu bridge. 
Returning to the train station, walked on the street. 
Volodarskogo Serpeyke to the river, which is so overgrown that 
a land bridge it was barely visible. On the way there were two

churches, but we had not gone. One old
a nun, seeing me, hurried over to meet us, and for some reason 
I wanted to hurry retire, and we did.


   As soon returned home to Michael, so relax a bit and pick up
their belongings. After shaking his hand at parting 
serpuhovchaninu hospitable, and went on Station.


   In the area of ​​fifteen hours we Alone
Coder'om got into the train and went to
Moscow. On the way to any conductor
and the auditors were not, so all my lectures
on stowaway travel AlCo not useful.

   In order not to go through the station fence
I offered to leave a little earlier, at Metro Tzaritzyno. But 
this was just as no better and perhaps worse - round tall fence 
and turnstile at the entrance / exit. There was nothing, had to 
crawl under turnstiles.


   In the subway got on the train and went to
direction residence Shiru Otaku /
ANGEL2. AlCo with the words, I learned that Shiru -
nice guy: is engaged in music, graphics
and programming ZX. They have long been familiar 
correspondence, and we will be happy to Shiru see, or at least, 
Alone Coder'a. 

   Ignoring my new card, AlSo
took advantage of his from 1986 goda.Popetlyav
on city streets, we got to the promised doma.Nakonets something 
I could throw a backpack and a little breather.


   Code lock the access door would not yield, we had half an 
hour to sit on street, waiting for someone enters

or leave.

   Climbing the stairs to the apartment
doors and making a few clicks
bell, we waited. There was a fumbling,
the lock, and appeared in the doorway
a young man of about twenty years.
Tousled hair and a screwed-up eyes
expressing recent awakening from sleep. Cheerless greeting, 
short acquaintance, and Now, we're already in the apartment.


   Inside, as usual, nothing supernatural: in the center of the 
room a large table with edge of the window sofa against the 
opposite wall bookcase in the far corner of the window yet

sofa, nightstand with a telephone. In the room
Shiru, a window, a small table on which sits a PC. Bunch of 
scattered CDs and no sign of presence of the ZX Spectrum. The 
walls, parallel to each other, there are two beds. 

   Located in the hall, we talked to
different themes, mostly about computers. In
more conversation could have Alone
Coder'a and Shiru Otaku, I was interested in
only issue ZX. On the other did not want to talk.

   Tired of useless conversation, I decided
to do more useful work by moving to kuhnyu.V backpack was 
everything you need except the gas stove and kettle :)



   About eleven o'clock, I called
Cr0acker'u, and then Vladimir Bulchukeyu with
sole purpose - to settle for the night.
Vladimir, in contrast to the previous respondents, almost 
immediately agreed, and when he learned that he Alone Coder is 
a thirty minute walk from his house, immediately invited

our guests. While I wrote down the address and route, Shiru 
said pivotal phrase: "If you want you can spend the night in

me. "At that moment I thought that Shiru
really nice guy!

   Plunging into the cool night, illuminates car headlights, we 
headed to Vladimir.


   The call did not work. The door opened, not
waiting for our rukoprikladstv.Skinuv shoes in a small 
corridor, we passed a small, single room, which

divided cabinet. On the one hand - spread out the window sofa, 
TV and stand. On the other side of the cabinet ctoyat two 
tables, a chair and something else, due to blockage of various 
market really can not tell. Here also there are two computer. 
Perpendicular cupboard is another cupboard full of different 
books. Everywhere pasted printed on a dot matrix printer, 
mini-plakatiki, dedicated platform ZX.


   After dating Alone Coder and Wlodek
proceed to the main parts - the long-term
dialogue, falling asleep each other questions. Especially in 
this distinguished AlCo. 

   Communicate with Vladimir I could not,
he politely asked not to intervene: "We
you do not know the first year, and I hope that we will have an 
opportunity to talk, but Alone Coder - is quite another case. 
Nobody knows if I'll have another opportunity to talk with him. 
"I had Wlodek'a leave alone. Lounging on

sofa, I silently watched proishodyashim,
sometimes interfering with the conversation, if he
something touched my person.

   So imperceptibly midnight. Vladimir turned Pentagon. Since 
that time the work of his ZX-BBS. Filled the floppy disk with 
the new soft'om now up in the morning. Later Twenty minutes a 
Spectrum'ist rang with ZX-modem. 

   Wishing them good night and refusing to
overnight, we went obratno.Vozvraschenie
It seemed a short, probably because of positive emotions and 
good mood. 

   Shiru not sleep and it seems, is not going to do it. The 
activity AlCo it was evident that he had the same intentions. He

said he was not going to sleep vovse.Ya same
in contrast, wanted to sleep as much as possible to
opportunities not constraining the owner.

   Know thus tea, we moved closer to
computer. I moved closer to the bed, which almost immediately 
fell asleep. True, before sedated asked Shiru Otaku burn me a 
CD-R collection of MOD-files. Now it will be something to 
listen to my General Sound-512K!


   Early in the morning, around the beginning of the seventh, I 
was awakened by cries Alone Coder'a, that something said 
loudly. Sleepy I did not really make out what it was. Remember

he quickly packed up and went to the station, on the early 
train. A few AlCo minutes back, probably forgot something.

Wishing him a good road, I turned
on the other side and fell asleep.

   Xoroshenko sleep off and thanking
Shiru for their hospitality, I went to
clothing market Izmailovsky. Pretty dog-tired endless walking 
with a backpack on their shoulders, I console myself that 
prices everywhere identical. Bypass the second half of the 
market I did not want, especially after tchebourek eaten.


   With a sense of accomplishment and a denim shirt for 300 
rubles. I went to Metro Cherkizovskaya. I had to go no less 
than thirty minutes, but I was not upset, since nothing more to 
detain me in This bustling gorode.Ya back home!


   Beating vzabravshis fences and onto the platform,
quietly sat in the middle wagon trains,
next to "Golutvina - terminus. Train, next to Ryazan, was
on a nearby table, she sent puti.Po Golutvinskiy later, so I
will be an antidote to the supervisors and auditors.

   Until Golutvina got no problems. Not
leaving the platform for some fresh air.
Less than twenty minutes gone
continue to train in Ryazan, which
already seen in Moscow at Paveletsky station.

   It is unclear why, but back home for some reason it is 
always easier. Maybe you get used to the constant moving. The 
appearance of the controller you almost do not care. Speak 
calmly, evenly, or leisurely and confidently move to the other 
car. Such behavior affects supervisors magicheski.Vremenami 
seemed to me that they worry a lot more than I do, and want 
their soon left alone.


   A few hours of sleep, and I'm in Ryazan. On
telegraph station, call the city - 2 rubles.
minute. Before midnight, was about an hour.

   Alone Coder has not slept. There was hope that I will not be 
bored at the station to six in the morning. Calling AlCo: "Well 
say, the night you take? ". On the other end of the wire a 
short pause: "Mm-m-m. Well come. Address remember? ". I do not 
really address well remembered, had to wander a bit

on the night of Ryazan, swarming, "Gopnik and
"Redneck." On the way, went to the store where
I was "bored" footy fans views of strong drinks.

   Took me cool. It was late
night, and all the household was asleep.

   While AlCo recorded floppy disks, I sat on the
sofa, and then lay down. Woke up at five in the morning.

   We quickly packed up and grabbing svezhezapisannye floppy, I 
went back. It's cold and empty. Already dawning. He reached the 
station, and farther along the same scheme - got into the train 
and rode to the city Michurinsk.


   Closer to noon today announced landing
train "Michurinsk - Voronezh. Go out with
station to the platform, and there - control. No
tickets to the cars are not allowed. There are such
content checkers, smiling. Probably
hope that no one's free will not work.
Their hopes were realized.

   I walked around the compound with the other hand, quickly
climbed over a six-foot fence and calmly walked into the car. 
No raids were not, and could not be. The town is small and poor 
- all around the hut and the house is not above the second 
floor. 

   As always on this path segment going
slowly, and so long. Station names
seem familiar. Expect that at all
soon'll go on a familiar platform and inhale a full breath 
fresh air of the native home.


   The trip lasted more than four hours.
"We arrive at the final station" Voronezh-1. "Please do not 
forget your belongings" - Said an already familiar female 
voice, which occurs quite often in different trains. Perhaps 
this digital recording. Or tape ... 

   This feeling is familiar: just emerged from the car, crossed 
the bridge, and a impression that went nowhere. Completely

immersed in the rhythm of urban life, forget about the 
sleepless nights and hassle. 

   Immediately went to Sinclair Club. Go
only seven minutes. Opened the door, threw the backpack, 
including tea, took a floppy disk, ran ZX Spectrum. All back on 
track. 



   Xochetsya hope that this is not the last
ride ParaDiGMus, and next year
will have the opportunity to go there snova.Xorosho there was a 
good or bad? To judge you, dear reader. Me one thing is clear - 
if there will again be the same prizes, it is unlikely that 
I'll have a burning desire to go snova.Luchshe opener would 
give the company "Pepsi", as it did on CaFe'2002. It would be 
even some applications. Let's hope that

in the future, the organizers would react to the awarding of a 
little more serious.