Текстовые метки: Paradox 99, Парадокс 99, демосцена, демопати, demoscene, demoparty
Раздел: Компьютер - DemoScene - Paradox 99
Первоначально эта статья была написана на русском языке
одним из участников Paradox 99, известным тогда в очень
узких кругах как TotalError из демогруппы Transmission
(он же Сергей Степанов aka Xintrea, то есть я).
Статья имела две части.
За давностью лет оригинал на русском языке потерялся,
но, по странной превратности судьбы, сохранился неизвестно
кем сделанный перевод первой части. (Возможно, перевод
делала фидошница И. Сильвестрова. А может быть это просто Промт).
Я узнал эту статью по характерной подписи:
With all sorts of wishes, Sergey.
которая по-русски выглядела так:
Со всяческими пожеланиями, Сергей.
Далее идет первая часть.
***** Day one. *****
In the general case. We arrived with Max in Rostov on
Saturday at 7 am and went to look for DC "Empils. The first
trouble was that that the published map quite neprhodila
on reality. So we like fools
walked through the back streets of Rostov, while not vsezh
found this object, overjoyed, and immediately
were broken. DK some strange,
main entrance is closed and littered with trash. Êàî, generally
it is not clear where to go, but main nowhere signage, though
kostvenno mentioning Paradox. We walked a couple of times
DK finally entered into a single door with
DK-labeled "Empils" bar. It turned out that
the bar is not there, and this side entrance. There was
Auntie, who said that like some one negotiated a sort of
holiday, but neither of which has not agreed to. We have
Came another guy, it turned out
came from Voronezh nahalyavu on trains. We battered him, it
became clear that He vehemently spektrumist such an artist.
Then came another man in August - they were boys from Armavir,
they were up all night at the station spent the night, and were
terribly tortured. Then approached some rostovchanin with
systemic block, and was zhyutko surprised that no organizers.
Then he immediately suggested how they appear current, fill
muzzle the Joker. This type of one of the organizers
PTsplatformy. Gradually, people are going, somewhere in the
floor appeared to twelfth organizers.
Immediately the people told them a couple of nasty things
about the lack of announced at the door, they warning in
advance, and hung a poster and distributed all the posters.
Then came voysformy and there have been indications that these
people are gaining voting slips much more than
must ... I have had something in parallel, because in most of
them were spektrumisty. I took myself two rubles -
to vote and go home a take away.
Later in the crowd I was talking with some
lads - they were from Voronezh, as he
artist, the current came as a white man on
train. They called themselves demogruppoy
DoublePlus. y, and we constantly with Max
they have to hang out. This group, later proved to be very
strong. I have not yet I know the results Paradoxa, but I think
that are the first places to be at least 3
nominations. True, they are safe and
agreed with the turn-spektrumistami,
about what they put them to maximum
scores of their works, and those in turn to them.
In fact, all of the many groups of so-
arrived, so I would not be surprised that
competitions, only one (or two, because
competition), work will have a crazy amount of points, and all
other would be like totally slop.
In the hall hung a few rags Komputerry with advertising,
computer science, yet chegoto, and the organization
"Fatherland." This youth organization and was the main sponsor.
They've got to Rostov on this front their political games, such
as we have Paholkova deployed operations. Brought the cardboard
caps with blyamboy "Fatherland", tried everything to hand, but
are themselves know - fidoshniki apolitical people, so
that soon the whole board was lying on the floor. In
baseball caps ran only children of kindergarten age who were
recruited packs some Komputerra edition of the newspaper, which
lying on the stage holyavu, and somewhere they carried away ...
In general, while hardware and put
set up the whole thing, it took quite
a lot of time. About three o'clock in the afternoon the people
gathered to the top of the first competition. People have to
time your patience is coming to an end, but almost all were
glad that the show begins.
The first contest started doing competition like Spectrum
AY-music. Spectators especially pisishniki became pinned,
but all got flyers for voting
and began to listen to the first melody. Of course,
AY-listen music - this in itself is pretty terrible lesson, but
when she played "once-not-so", the ears simply fold into neat
little tubes and the mood is slowly moving out exponentially.
Strangely enough, the organizers have not noticed, and the kerf
second melody. But by its end, even they began to suspect
something. When you start the third melody author, who was in
the room, ran to organizers and said he did not hear
One of the three channels AY-card. They stopped the contest and
began tinkering with a spectral and the mixing desk. Then he
found a sort of break the sound wires, but they did not have
soldering iron. They sent someone for a soldering iron,
until he went, they continued to torment the spectrum
the presence of music. Brought a soldering iron - they
something to solder, reported that all fine and again renewed
the contest. Began to sound a little better, but on the third
ring same kompozer went back to the organizers and said that
the channel is heard, but very, very quiet. The contest was
interrupted again. Again went long minutes picking, then
send the person for another Spectrum.
When they brought him and kerf, it turned
that it is the same garbage.
Êàî in half of the sixth, it became clear that
Today the sound of the cake is not and sweet, and
oranizatory decided to hold the competition on the spectral
plots. But everyone here was waiting bummer. Speck suddenly
began to show in black and white images, even on your color
monitor, not to mention the projector. So after another half an
hour the people were informed that today, with a spectral
zakoncheno.Naskoro conducted a contest of traditional music on
PCs and announced that the first day is over ...
Promised the next day, all to prepare and correct, tell the
people that after half an hour to start dancing, which will
last is unclear to what time, so do not expenses. We have to
sit in the butt Hall and decided to walk for a while
in Rostov. The guys from DoublePlus-a beer is not wanted, and
we went with armavirtsami and several Rostov proshmugnutsya to
stalls. On the road normal stalls something does not come
across and we walked and walked, reached up of a large market.
While up to him reached, all Rostov gradually resorbed, and the
market was only one kid, who is studying at Rostov, and lives
in a half-empty in the summer of a student dormitory. He
offered to buy grub, and then go to him to cook, eat, and if
possible, stay the night.
New Alphabet was on the outskirts of Rostov, and
manageress complete bitch. She refused to let anyone,
especially the night. Earn hundreds a night she did not wanted.
Then we razmeslilis near the hostel on the tables for table
tennis, and sent to the host cook bought pasta and season them
with paste. Already was for nine o'clock, and return to DC
did not make sense, at least until the
sing. Still with us was a guy from Armavir
who served in Rostov, and knew the local
moonshiners, from which it an hour later brought two liters of
Sam. By this time, our cook pritarabanil whole pot of noodles
a la pasta nautically. We were scared
hungry, and immediately pounced on her, leaving the brew in
afterwards. When eaten, it was found that drinking almost no
In the dorm, however begged, was not allowed to sleep, and
sleep on the street was uncomfortable, because it was pretty
cool, and in the morning can be quite zadubet. The whole crowd
went to a halt, deciding spend the night at the station -
although there is warmer, though it is impossible to sleep
there - a group with Armavir already spent the night, and did
not want place else to go. There will need all night
koryachitsya on chairs with armrests, and every five minutes to
listen to what train come, but for those who have not heard or
not time to wake up again, train number so and so came ottudova
... On offer Accommodation in DC, rostovchanin said (and
as it turned out, was absolutely right)
that no one in DC is not empty, because the organizers of the
night for nonresidents do not agree, and in general they are
complete assholes. On reaching the station, I'm Max, and
another guy do decide to go to DC - Suddenly there may be a
night? - And if not, go back to the station.
Miraculously found in the dark nooks and Rostov DK Empils, we
began looking at windows on the presence of light. Lighted
window of administration, and barely lit box adjacent to the
stage - apparently worked there monitor. Discos, naturally
there was no. (As we later were told it was not in general.
After we went to drink beer, people waiting for discos, and
then was broken off stated that nothing would all have
leave the hall.) We knocked on the window of the administration
looked Auntie, we asked her to admit, but it is not opened,
stating that it is enough of a drunken programmer, who was
lying in a closet. And left. We, the reasoning that does not
fall under the category of drunken computer geeks, because it
was completely sober, prepared just in case money, and knocked
again. Auntie came again, we have it beg to get money, and it
sort of agreed. But said he would go and ask our organizers,
let us, or no. Gone and never returned.
As then Clarifying, ORGAIZATORY DECISION
Up nobody spent the night in DC, THOUGH
ADMIISTRATSIYA was not opposed.
This aunt and us otshila several
people, organizers and told her "not
start - and my aunt just and peaceful. All
At the station we went - on the bus does not
want to spend, and go to the stop
was too far away - we were zamuchanye and
We went to a neighboring yard, where
afternoon snack, there was a nepolomannaya bench. Tried to
accommodate on it. But it was inconvenient and cool - we
did not have warm clothes were in what
arrived. Half-hour pomuchalis, it bothered me that I went to
the staircase hruschebnoy five-story building, look at the
window sills - there may be more convenient. Then he climbed to
the fifth floor, and saw that there is another passage,
which leads to an additional floor with
low ceiling and downtrodden door to the attic. There was clean
- well, anyway not namusoreno and shit in the corners were not.
AND It was warm from a pipe that runs along the
I went down and said boys, what can be
bad lie there on the papers. We quietly stood up, spread out
there newspapers, this guy was visiting a small
veil, which he used as
softener for the screw. We put it on
newspapers, and just three fit only
feet on the concrete. In general, I used to sleep on
hard without a pillow, and I was on a high.
Boys also proved to be unpretentious, and
after a while we slept. Then I
something woke up from a long crunch - it's Max under his head
a plastic bottle and tossed. I do not understand Why feel
relaxed and looked in the window - there like daylight, and
decided that already morning. Max did not sleep, I asked lope
time. He glanced at the clock (I do not know how
He looked at them) and said that half past six. We decided to
meet. Began to wake up the third guy, he woke up, we did speak
to get up, and he looked at his watch, terribly surprised:
- Guys, you che, ohreneli? Sex-and third-
Max looked at her - exactly half past two. We again laid and
I passed out before am. In general, the night we spent more or
less normal, and almost slept.
Summary: The first day was scary paradoha
disorganized, and people felt sorry that
generally came from. Organizers except zakidyvaniya info about
paradohe in ekhi and finding the money at the festival are no
longer do - everything was done on the fly. Nothing
pro contests on the first day I really can not tell, because
was chaotic and uninteresting.
<With all sorts of wishes, Sergey>
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