Speccy - Spectrum is dead. There is no more scene!

Spectrum is dead!

   I had a bright, colorful dream. This only happens in
a time of great stress.  Yesterday I still couldn’t find myself
place, ran away from work and fell asleep. Even in my dreams I remember that my
the melancholy was associated with the Spectrum.  I kept running somewhere
fussed, constantly remembering all his friends and acquaintances
acquired in the field of the stage.  There aren't any either. Where are those times
when I first came to the radio market, where there were a lot of people sitting
dealing with Spectrum.  But then I brought mine there
first music on AY.  The people listened and laughed at me, and I
asked to join them in a “project”, if not as a composer, then at least
an artist. 
   Where is 1999, when I received a huge stream of letters,
he's not there either.  It must be funny, but once upon a time I almost
I prayed to my luck to help me write a game in BASIC. Everything is forever
It didn’t work out, everything was always left unfinished (a familiar phenomenon). And
now I know that I am publishing this newspaper and finishing my game
not at all from joyful motives. I used to tremble all over
when he made little men move across the screen and tried
to beat his brainchild himself. And I felt that it was for someone else
necessary.  And now that’s it, no emotions, no joy, just the same
nervous tension preventing me from adapting to life, here
I pour it out into creativity. But there is no joy.Spectrum is dead. There is no more scene!
   Now all the true fans of this car, I think you, should cry
you'll understand: I wake up, turn on the emulator and watch old
demos, re-reading old magazines. These flash before my eyes
names like KSA, ENIGMA, DR, STEP, WOLF, IWAMOTO, A. VOXON, IRON
MEN, etc. At one time they were unattainable gods for me,
how romantic it was to get into this party. And now - we need
look for a job, you need to look for someone, you just need to survive. No
this scene.  But the scene in Russia can perhaps be divided into
three legions.  This is a scene from the times of Inforcom and Spectrofon, a scene
the times of the black crow, when people squeezed out of this car
the last juices.  And of course the modern scene of crazy people
fans who stubbornly want to prove that Spectrum is alive. A
almost no software is being made for it, the last legion is legion
the dead - and alas, I am in this legion. We will remember the names
the first two legions, and the third wave will disappear into oblivion. Our
names will be forgotten. So there you go!
   And who needs this scene anyway, this is childhood. Yes we are still
we are trying to do something, all together, but there are so few of us and we
we are dying out.  They say that someone is making DUNE there, someone is still
publishes small newspapers in which all sorts of nonsense is written, like
and here. 
   And once upon a time, a long time ago, a certain FASTER (not to be confused with a scener)
led me tospektrumists and I saw hairy fuckers who
drank, listened to metal, and fucked girls.   And I was
fourteen - and I thought about how romantic it would be to be
not like everyone else.  And now I'm a hairy fucker myself, even if not anymore
I drink, I don’t fuck girls, but this way I’m even more unconventional. Well
where is this romance?  They abandoned the Spectrum, and those fuckers
got married a long time ago, got their hair cut, work and don’t even
remember the past.  How did it happen that I and many -
many became attached to the Spectrum on an emotional level and
leaving him is like leaving a child from a loving home. For
I was speculated by this, this is communication, this is the only friend who
he was with me for long days and nights. And now he's gone. Only scraps
papers with declarations of love that I'm trying to glue together,
sinking into red depression. Only a world consisting of small
pieces devoid of any emotions that I'm trying to collect. This and
there is a spec, that’s my true love, that’s all my emotions. 
   Once upon a time I made my first game - CEZAR. And you know I have
Some thugs tried to take this floppy disk away on the street. If only
they took it away, this game wouldn’t exist. And I burst into tears in front of
them because it was so important to me. A Empire-2
in general, it was erased, then destroyed, then in general, I
threw it a hundred times a day. The computer broke, they brokediskettes, but
anyway, I did it. But without much joy. 

                   THERE'S NO PRICE, IT'S NOT THERE! 

   I deliberately wrote this in jerks to convey my
emotions.  There is only a painful, depressive nostalgia. With one
On the other hand, I'm glad for the Spectrum because it brought me into the world
mathematics, fascinated her. On the other hand, I hate him for his
death. 
                    That's all gentlemen!!!