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.
