INVASION 2006

I heard on the radio that Ryazan will soon host the festival of NASTVIE, went over the Internet to the people in St. Petersburg, who was also going to go, met them at meetings. There I met the girl I fell in love with. Before the festival, I slept with her once. It was so great! And then she kind of shunned me. Turns out she already had a boyfriend. And she couldn't decide who to choose. At the festival I was hoping to get it, but it wasn’t here. We went there separately when we met, she gave me a birthday present – a thermos. The gift is good, necessary, but she kissed me on the Lob... and fuck me with such a gift! I tried to lure her into my tent, no tent. Anyway, she said she didn't love me. Eh!! Oh, come on! It's been a long time, man! And I didn't encounter any incompatible love. Okay, we'll survive. Diligently tried to distract from thinking about her, but constantly came across reminders of her. Songs are all about it: “incompatible love” Ocean Elzi, “You abandoned” Trubetskoy, “Not with me” Chaifov. And many, many others. At least I didn't feel alone with my unhappy love. Other people do. Enough about that. I was going to write about Invasion, not unhappy love. At the meetings, we roughly counted how many tents we have, who fits into whom. I was particularly interested in this question, as I only have a guitar and a backpack. And a military blanket. They split into several groups on the way to Ryazan. Civilizations are those who rode on buses, cars and trains, having previously taken a ticket. And the dogs are free-riders who were going to go on dogs - trains. I joined the dogs. The choice is not so much a desire to save, how much more fun to spend time on the road. Actually, I went to the festival not for music, but to hang out with the people. But music is not in last place. There were six dogs in total. Among them were two girls from Kaliningrad. They got acquainted with the people of St. Petersburg in advance on the Internet, agreed on the registration and came to St. Petersburg. At first there were three, then one had to come back. I had absolutely no idea how to get there (and in general, where Ryazan is located), but there was no need for this. The main thing is to arrive on time (by 7 am – vodka is not sold before) at the station. In the morning there were 30 people at the station. And the ones I negotiated with were not. They overslept. But then they caught up with the train and boarded another station. And they're a few more late. It's full of people on a car. One. So it was fun and friendly. The first dog bought 2 tickets for the whole crowd, then they said that we officially go for free from the police. And at the stations in Moscow and St. Petersburg had to go around the apron, as they were allowed only with tickets. There were 5 guitars in the car. At first, they were all their own. Then we organized a little. People hardly know each other. I sang a lot of cheerful shouts - everyone liked it and asked for more. And everyone learned the saray song. 10 verses with choruses cheering. At first, no one really knew her. Except for an aunt who happened to walk on the car. The first dog drove to Balagoe - exactly in the middle between St. Petersburg and Moscow. A police force met us there. They've already been warned that there's a crowd of unofficial-looking mobs going. They didn't cause any problems. They were just keeping order. But what an honor, oh! 20 minutes later, the next dog went to Tver. There's police again, 20 minutes to Moscow. Arrived at nine o'clock in the evening. We had a snack in the middle of the station and went to Clean Ponds to get acquainted with the Moscow party. It was raining that night, so we couldn't walk all night and we went back to the station. Half of the people, of course, have gone to bed. At the station, they first settled in a cafe for a couple of hours. Then we got kicked. We sat in the waiting room. We got kicked out there. I had to spend the night near the apron on the street next to gypsies and homeless people. There were already punks from Novgorod of a completely classic look - with Iroquois, all leather jackets, all small height and painted in different colors of the rainbow. You can't take your eyes off! In short, they left backpacks in the center, spread the foams of who had them and went to bed. Someone, of course, stayed alert, warming up in a perfectly standard way. In the evening, they were going to wait for everyone who drove away on the lists and go on an 8-hour dog, which drove immediately to Ryazan, but in the morning they decided to dump on the 5-hour to Galupino (so called). You're sick of being homeless. You did the right thing. Those who came later said that the 8-hour dog was beaten to failure, some did not even fit into the vestibule. We had no fun, everyone was asleep. Then from Galupino to Ryazan. 10:00 arrived. In Ryazan at the station a lot of Mentov. They're not allowed in town. They are forced to board buses and go directly to Cape Mediterranean, where the festival took place. Buses were stripped from the people at 35 r. we broke for 20. They got to Ryazan for free, and here you are. 35 p! and you can't walk. We arrived at the place, passed the preliminary search cordon, bathed in Oka – a small dirty river. We approached one of the entrances (there were 3 in total), bought entrance tickets (300 rubles), thought for a long time whether to take tickets to the tent (500 rubles). Then who took, who didn't. And let's go in. For about an hour, they pressed each other to get through. In the crowd crushed one girl condom with alcohol in a bra – it could not be carried. Speaking of things forbidden at the festival. It was known in advance that you can not burn fires, you can not carry any liquids, whether it is simple water or alcohol, knives, perishable foods, canned food, glass. I had to throw out the deodorant in a glass bottle at the entrance. I carried the knife. Someone even lost a needle. Apples, cucumbers and tomatoes were forced to eat or throw away. Canned food went to the trash. You couldn't pay for the tent. Here we are at the festival! The girls from Kaliningrad gave me a tent and we bought a ticket for it. There were three of them living in it – a pretty pretty girl Yana also settled in. I didn’t really get to know her, I only saw her at night. They were in towns. Ours, it seems, was from the Allfest forum, as there were tents nearby from N. Novgorod and elsewhere. But there was no problem. During the festival, I did not encounter any conflicts. Only occasionally lovers quarreled. There was an atmosphere of love and fun around. They all had music in common. I have not personally seen any cases of theft. On the last day, everyone was looking for the owners of something. I couldn’t find the owner of the guitar for 3 days in our tent. They made a small fire, despite the ban and the constant rounds of cops. They received their free boiling water. And for others, it was a big problem – in the morning, huge lines were lined up for boiling water and it stood, as if gold powder were added to it. The territory of the festival is a clearing about a kilometer per half kilometer. At first there was freshly cut grass on the clearing, but at the end there was almost solid mud due to two rains. And mountains of garbage, of course. Some people may not like it, but I don't think it's better. And it was raining, too. And weed and dirt. On the perimeter - a fence of metal mesh, behind the fence every 10 meters cops. All day long. Three days in a row. In the area, there is a police school, so they all drove there. About a third of the territory was occupied by tents. We were guided among the tents by flags on long fishing rods, but this was not always possible. Sometimes some poor lads would flirt with a flag (they would take it with them to a concert) and ask for help finding their tents. “People, help us find our tents. - Where did you put them? - I don't remember that flag. Someone slept without tents, on some film. Anywhere, even near the stage. People jump around and they sleep. And most importantly, they don't bother. We reserved a place in advance for a small football and volleyball fields. Placed stalls with beer, boiling water, T-shirts, kebabs. They put toilets, carried water from the river, chlorinated it, made a washbasin and several showers, which were used for their intended purpose only for the first day. In the evening, they became toilets, as the main ones were already dirty. The people were ... the official figures I have not heard anywhere, although on the radio, probably, they said, but about by eye: I remember the parade ground, a box of 10 to 10 is 100 people, covering the eyes of the people - such boxes only near the southern stage 10 to 10 somewhere - it is 10 thousand. Plus the same amount in the north scene and the dick knows how much in the center. Well, for $50,000, that's for sure. Maybe about 100. A thousand people! And everyone's happy! You can talk to whoever you want and find a common language. Especially with the guitar tonight. You can ask anyone for a beer. Almost everyone shares. I once told a girl something and waved my hands. He drove them to the sides and drove through the kettles two boys who were walking behind. We laughed and moved on. The festival began at 16 o'clock on Friday and ended after midnight on Sunday. There were 3 scenes in which they sang for hours from 10 a.m. to 1-2 a.m. with short breaks. Personally, I have the problem of choosing which scene to go was not – for earlier decided who will go to watch, and who can be missed. I will list a few at my discretion: Kish, Pilot, Va-Bank, Arefiev, Lyapi Trubetskoy, Naiv, Mill, Bricks, Nogu Svelo!, BI-2, Alice, Ocean Elzi, Kipelov and separately Aria, Pelagia, Crematorium, Meaningful hallucinations, Total, Cockroaches, 7B, The End of the film, Kukryniks, Kalin Bridge, Masha and Bears, Serge, Picnic, Night Snai Elzi, Kipelov, Aria, Crematoria, Agaper, Bray, Braystikov, Electrical, Chapnikov. There was also such a group "Troll veneer spruce". That's the party! They play Irish rock. So great! The mill was dry and small, I didn’t like it. Nogu Svelo! We were great. Kipelov sang unfamiliar songs, and Aria performed with a new soloist for me, who, it turns out, has been singing with them for three years. How hopelessly behind I am! I didn't like the new soloist. Adventures of electronics are considered punk, but I do not consider them to be such, because they sing children's songs in heavy performance. They were great, too. The king and the jester sang little, but great. In general, everyone lit up as much as they could. Sometimes I wanted to cry with happiness. High. From love. But especially, I want to celebrate Chif! I've never really listened to it on a tape recorder, but at a concert they light it up! What are their chants of “Oo-yo!”, “Is there anyone else here besides me?” and many others? Thousands of sips break in a single rhythm! It's something! And like for 3 days, everyone was tired of shouting and jumping, but when Chife came out, fatigue as never happened! And also the design of the central stage! Such beauty! A bunch of lanterns glowing with all the colors of the drawings on the back of the stage. And most importantly, 3 big screens. You can't see the artists for nothing, but on the screens, please. There are hundreds of flags in the hands of the people. I recorded a few videos on the photo, I will come - I will definitely show you. And the pictures, of course. Someone wore a fur coat these days, someone wore a coat. Everyone went crazy in their own way. Painted, dressed up all over. I did not try to show off, for me the main thing is simplicity and convenience. And nothing else. That's why I've been running barefoot for three days. Even in my underwear. His big reds. The glass wasn't anywhere, thanks to the organizers, so I'm not afraid to cut myself. It's like a pogo sausage! Who doesn’t know – a lot of punks jump as they can, jump on each other, who even gets in the nose, but no one is offended. If someone falls, he quickly rises and then jumps. People are bursting with happiness! Few people dare to do this, girls in this dance do not meet. I usually have a maximum of 2 songs, then rest 1 song and again in battle. Chiff was closing the festival. They had an unrealistic task to convince the people that the festival is over and it is time to disperse. I want more! They did the five-plus job! Under their leadership, we all expressed great respect to the organizers of the festival, groups, security, beer sellers and everything else. Although the organizers had to fill the face for some of their pens, such as bans on apples, cucumbers, tomatoes, meat and water. And especially for the fact that they faded at the end of the festival, just after the Chiffs, after our great respect for them - many planned to spend the night there and leave in the morning. But before we had time to settle near the fire, as everyone began to drive out of the territory. Force. And to accompany to the train – nowhere to turn into the forest was impossible – the cops stood a solid chain. But trains to Moscow were free from 10 pm to 5 am every hour. Thank you, of course, but we would have left for free. Back then, I really wanted to stop and practice this science. And just one guy from Peter suggested to put Kaliningrad girls on a train on Monday night, to spend the night at his relatives and go on Tuesday morning stop from Moscow to St. Petersburg. However, we wanted to leave Ryazan on Monday closer to lunch, so as not to be stuck in Moscow, but we had to go on a 5-hour dog. From Kaliningrad, by the way, came a dozen 2 men. Last night, I met a gorgeous blonde, Lena. There were long breaks before headliners Agatha Christie and Chife's performance. We all went closer to the stage, and I sat down with my backpacks a little further away - so you can hear better and see the screens well. They played guitar nearby. I sat down with them and sang with them. Everyone really liked my singing. Damn it! They shouted, "On his stage!" There was a pretty girl sitting in the company. In appearance - painted blonde from jokes. She was there with her brother. I met her and when I found out that she lived in Moscow, I asked her to stay the next night. She said it could happen tomorrow because her bad neighbors had to leave. Up and down! In Moscow, we walked around VDNKh (I also went barefoot there), rested there, even formed on the theme of Sahaji yoga. The girls didn't seem interested, but I liked it. My aunt performed a ritual with us to open our chakras and connect our energy to the energy of the universe. After the ritual, it was proposed to check the result – to put a palm over your head and feel how a cool stream comes out of the teme – our energy. At first I thought it was just sweat evaporates and it cools. But everything is known in comparison - put his hand next to him - not that cool. It's overhead, not around. And the others have the same, slightly less current. And you can not only in yourself, but also in another. Miracles! So maybe I will go to some center in St. Petersburg to learn to meditate, or I can’t. I've been doing this for a long time. In short, they put the girls on the train, drank on a stick and left for the night. Andrew to my family, I'm to my blonde. I bought dumplings, a large white chamomile - herberka, wine and steered to it. I mean, all sweaty, not washed, overgrown. But she should understand, she was the same recently. The only real problem was that I was tired and wanted to sleep. I couldn't do anything. She was asleep when I came, and she was sleeping. And the next morning she goes to work. So I didn't do anything appropriate to the circumstances. I rinsed, ate, we drank some wine, talked and slept. Different beds. You could offer to lie down on one, especially with the second we suffered for a long time, but I could hardly just lie next to the awesome blonde. Especially since it was not as stupid as it seemed at first glance. Loves mountains, hiking. Graduated from secondary specialty, now studying in absentia as an economist in Ryazan and working as an accountant in Moscow. A horoscope lion. And soon she's idle. I wanted to ask, but she has nowhere to live. When her neighbors arrive, her grandparents, it is not realistic to fit in. In general, a very good girl. In short, I went to sleep in the most impudent way, on a separate schoolboy. She cooked me dumplings in the morning and woke me up. What a service! But it's time to say goodbye. Like in the song, "She goes to work and he goes to the station." I'll get to the track. We met with Andriukha, went to the track. They chose a convenient place where the cars slow down. Nobody wanted to take us, everyone said that they were turning away now, or they directly said that they would not be lucky without money. We got on the bus, drove a little, decided it would be so slow, with all the stops. Out. It's been half an hour. Back on the bus. We reached the corner on Sheremetyevo, stood behind him. It's been an hour. No one's taking it again. What's up? It's all about science, sort of. We are confident in the success of the company, the place is great, we look normal, the mood is wonderful. There's no result. About an hour later, the man stopped. He often drives along this highway and gives stoppers a ride. Loves us. He himself used to be a climber, a romantic, but twisted in the bustle of the world. It won't break out. He drives us and takes us away. Clear dude. Stopped to show us the place of death of Valery Kharlamov - hockey player. There's a tombstone for him, like he was buried there. Not likely. We drove with him about an hour 70 of 650 km. He landed us just behind the traffic police station, so it was easy to sink further. But there we stood again. An hour and a half or two. We asked only to KAMAZ, which was already there to get to the nearest city Klin - there is such a city. They went to the railway station. From there on the dogs to Tver and Balagoe. And Balagoi was stuck for the night. We ate in a cheap railway dining room. They tried to get away with it again, unpromising. Back at the station. They asked for trains – they pass there almost every 15 minutes to Peter. No one takes without a ticket. We stayed until morning and drove off on our first dog. To Little Visher. We sat there for about five hours. We wandered around the village, slept in a clearing near the river and sat on the last dog to Peter. With me and Balago, by the way, another belated company from the invasion went. At least they sang songs. I didn't have a voice either. Got it. I still had my voice until the last night, but it ran out at Chife. I lost it. It was 7pm in Peter. I'm still wondering why we couldn't stop. I recently read a book on how to burn. He wrote her practice with great experience. I did everything in science. And the results are zero. And what about my theory that the universe always gives everything man needs? But it's actually okay. We were not in a hurry, we could go for a week. I didn’t have much money, but I had a bank card. There was no real need to leave. So we took our time. And the world remained generous.