Editors' column - Sergey Berezhnoy, Andrey Nikolaev.

                      EDITORS COLUMN

                        Sergey BEREZHNOY

   “Rock and roll is dead, but we are not yet...” BG is disingenuous. While he keeps
lives in the hands of a guitar, rock and roll is alive.
   It's the same story with fandom. "Stazh-Ptitsa" has repeatedly stated
I was talking about the death of the fandom. But while it was coming out, the fandom was alive. He
I was alive at least because I read SP.
   In fact, it was “Guardian Bird” that saved the Russian fandom
life in that era when ties between clubs broke miserably,
fans, authors.  Fanzines disappeared one by one, for travel
there was no money at stake, the disappearance of the post office was no exception,
but the rule. Even worse, domestic fandom has practically disappeared.
tastic, fans could only re-read what was published long ago -
or try to satisfy the sensory hunger published by hundreds of thousands
in print runs. Poor replacement, in my opinion.
   Fandom didn't die because it laughed. Laughed at myself while reading
"Guardian Bird".  He laughed joyfully while re-reading “Monday Begins”
It's on Saturday." Laughed mockingly at the idiocy of the translator
kov-amateurs.
   He survived.  The bad times are behind us. The nightmare is a thing of the past
feeling of powerlessness. The first time I experienced it was when I didn't
managed to replicate the thirty-second “Oversan-inform”... Horrible
some feeling. Wall. Concrete. Hopelessness...
   "I'm breaking the wall"... Every time I watch "Ste-
well, II remember that November of ninety-one. First I remember
cashed it with horror. Then the horror faded, shrank and died. Passed
almost three years. Total. Quite a bit, in general... But all because
has changed.
   Do you feel how everything has changed?.. Or does it take two
sit in Sevastopol for years, cut off from everything you love
- from people, books, changes, - from everything! - and only after that, pe-
Having found your way into St. Petersburg, rumbling with life, you can feel with your hands
the most, the real OWN business?..
   And once you start, it’s so hard to stop... So I’m not afraid that
Andrey and I’s new magazine will die from a bummer. Someday, co-
Of course, it will exhaust itself. But then something will certainly appear
new...
   What? Let's wait and see...


                       Andrey NIKOLAEV

   In March 1988, the first issue of the fanzine "Dimension F" was published.
which was published in St. Petersburg (then still Leningrad) And-
Ray Nikolaev and Leonid Reznik. At the same time the first issue of "Over-
san", published in Sevastopol by Andrei Chertkov and Sergei Be-
cutting. At the beginning of the nineties, Leonid Reznik emigrated to
Israel, and Chertkov moved to St. Petersburg. Nikolaev began to publish
"Sisyphus", Berezhnoy - "Fensor". In December 1990, Sergei Berezh-
Noah visited St. Petersburg and as a gift to Chertkov Nikolaev and Berezhnaya
made "Oberham" overnight (we'll never forget that night when we
laughed uncontrollably, not letting people sleep)."Oberham" is intended
started for one Chertkov, but was multiplied at the request of our
a longtime friend of Sidorovich and sent to cities and villages. Had a us-
infantry Three or four issues came out and... And new times came.
"Sisyphus" died. "Fensor" has died. Berezhnoy tried to survive in independence
New Ukraine, Nikolaev paid all his attention to Interpresscon. And
in the spring of 1994, Berezhnoy, following Chertkov, moved to
Peter. And - "Sidorkon-94". As a result, a magazine is born. Above
They didn’t rack their brains with the name. But! What we would like to do (and
what they did in that room) does not fit into a sufficiently tight
new framework of "Oberham". And here is a new magazine - a direct successor
all of the above (in addition, “Intercom” is our uncle!).
   And finally.  If only you knew, gentlemen, how difficult, how incredible
It’s really difficult in our country, it’s simply unbearable not to publish a journal.
cash How disgusting it is to sigh over every thing you get your hands on
excellent material and put it off “until better times.” This
truly hard. And how happy we are now, finding our voice again.
All technical difficulties (if they suddenly arise) will fade away
before happiness, to bring you, gentlemen, a few pleasant minutes.