I was crazy about violets so landshafts of the internet constructed Florence for me — I finally came to google maps with a view from the outer space. I imagined having a blue collar scooter in the suburbs as if I am coming home from the textile factory to my spouse and we gonna get sex in front of TV-set which runs Fiorentina F.C. match. So this Adrian Mutu scores and she is diving out from my love. I hate him. I hate!
George Gurdjieff
Once Arabov and me discussed what Houdini was like. I have always been a huge fan of Conan Doyle and he spent some time with Houdini while travelling to America. I looked for a plot idea and was a bit ashamed of being abroad by my brain. I couldn’t make up a story with russian protagonist. In the end I had always come to Robin Hood or Herbert Wells. One of my ideas was to get son of a bitch... son of a Herbert Wells in pre-revolutionary Russia. Something like he got here and met barefoot boys from a tough district — they have just lost their mother — she died from «chakhotka» and Crimean resorts wouldn’t help her...
So Arabov proposed that I shall know about George Gurdjieff. He was Russian and he made wild bunch consisted of freshmen. For example, they, these young pricks, could play gulf, swim or stand on their knees at the nails then Gurdjieff would say: «Freeze!». And they freezed. Even that guy who was swimming in the pond.
That is the problem of age difference in studying. Arabov got interested in esoteric stuff and not profanically but from the orthodox position — something like you are touching fire to know you are being ready for that conflict. He got interested in that. I got interested in Marta, my classmate from Moldova — you get it right: that was a fantasy about her in the beginning.
And true fantasy, by the way.
So I got to my first full-length screenplay. I wrote it under the impression she made on me. «Soldafon» was its name. The story followed the post-graduate boy entering the adult swim world. It was not friendly. He joined the army even though he didn’t go through the health check. You know... There was a girl in that piece of cheat that avoided him then got close then... It described all the drama between me and the Moldova girl.
I hated her like I had hated Adrian Mutu!
What is the connection between two of them? Right! Count Dracula.
Arabov observed me and all of us with a sorrow and the pity.
And whispered: «Freeze...»
I freezed.
Still freezing.
Глеб Буланников
