После долгого перерыва, прилетел в Москву. Да ужжж.Настроение...

After a long break, I flew to Moscow. Yeah uzhzhzh. The mood turned sour right at the airport. The new suitcase with gifts turned out to be dirty, with broken wheels, as if it was not flying in the cargo hold of the aircraft, but was tied by a rope to the landing gear of the aircraft and patiently dragged after us. Someone flew up to us right at the entrance and staggered to congratulate us on the holiday. Josef and I looked at each other, and the subject, finding words with difficulty, began to ask us for money for vodka. Clear business - a holiday. We barely remembered what a holiday it is today.

After the battered suitcase, another Russian surprise awaited us on the street - the driver called and said that he could not meet, as there were traffic jams around, and he decided not to go anywhere. A bunch of meetings are planned for today: investors, musicians and a bunch of friends and acquaintances whom I haven’t seen for the end of time. After our early Prague Spring (in a good sense of the word), after 18 hours, Moscow greeted us with slush, mud and a piercing wind.

We barely caught a taxi. I was sick and twisted - I can't stand airplanes, and taxis even more. The taxi driver tried to joke all the time, saying that the war was coming soon, that means there would be a default again, apartments had already risen in price so much that you wouldn't buy an apartment, but if we have extra money, then he is ready to borrow from us and return soon ... ...

We did not have any extra money, so we spent the rest of the journey in deathly silence.

Construction sites, shops, panels, traffic lights and puddles flashed through the window. Everything was alien and somehow gray, I really wanted to take wet wipes and erase all this gray coating of sadness and sadness.

Meetings, meetings, meetings.

Perhaps of all today's meetings, the acquaintance with the young singer and composer Tina turned out to be successful. She flew like a typhoon into the cafe that we chose for business meetings for 5 years. Tina jingled with bracelets, rustled leather straps, knocked her heels, and at the same time still managed to make phone calls. Finally she saw us, and shouted at all the cafes: It's me!

For half an hour of our communication, Tina managed to tell the whole story of her life, a short retelling of her songs, the story that happened to her in the Czech Republic, in the city of Bratislava (Tina, Bratislava in Slovakia ... It doesn't matter! All the same, Bratislava is somewhere near you ), as well as a story about how she starred in the series. Finally, she handed us a DVD with her songs and loudly said goodbye to all the cafes - See you soon! I will come to you in Bratislava.

Quite by accident, you meet very bright, talented people who can do a lot, but due to everyday problems, their talent gets bogged down in the emptiness and disappointments of life. These sticky bonds of Russian problems, resentment of misunderstandings grind hopes, talent, happiness. And now, after a few years, I see dull eyes and an eerie gray emptiness that fills the human soul. A year or three ago, these people were full of plans, ideas, creativity, but today? I urgently need to buy a new sofa, I need to buy a coat, I need to buy new gloves, shoes, bookshelves, books, new products, a new washing machine, a new ... life? Why is this happening? Is youth leaving? Are you breaking your teeth at all kinds of dead ends in life? Or is it something else?

Met an old friend of mine, a writer.

- Well, how are your books?

- What books? What are you talking about, I gave up this crap. I am now the editor-in-chief ...

- Editor of what?

- Oh, some kind of almanac, like household goods. Can you imagine, I moved out from Belorusskaya, now to Butovo, but now I have 2 apartments - I rent one. You understand, everything has changed, I'm soon 45, I have to think about myself somehow, I need to think about a car, I need to make teeth, and you’re all about creativity ... If you don’t steal here, you won’t survive on creativity alone ...

And it became really scary. It’s not scary for myself and not for my friend. It became scary in general. It was some other fear that defied explanation, a fear that did not match my Horrors and the horrors of all of Hollywood — it was a fear of doom.

We bought absinthe. But even through his green prism, the world around me did not become closer and simpler. Tomorrow there are several more meetings, and in the morning we will go home to Prague.

Even the cheerful Rarah became somewhat irritable.

Moscow ... Although, perhaps it should be so. Perhaps all this anger of people here is just a natural reaction to broken dreams and not the ability to resist this World? And somehow the old lines themselves came to mind:


I'm in a happy country, born and raised

Everything in this world was enough for me.

About my problems, I did not think seriously

Because the sun was shining for me ...

For being cheerful, for laughing,

For being cheerful, for laughing,

For being cheerful, for laughing,

Thank you - the Soviet Union!


But time passed and storms were a rebellious gust

I covered the sun a little with clouds

And I found myself in the pitch darkness

And got down on all fours and howled:

Because now I'm not good for anything,

Because now I'm not good for anything,

For the fact that now I'm not good for anything

Thank you - the Soviet Union!


And yet it was a good time, a new wave, the Aria group, the Master, and