UKRAiNATV @ SONAR SPECIAL #EFIR 59
UKRAiNATV @ SONAR SPECIAL #EFIR 59 Chants for Sonar’s Digital Grove ┬á[EN]
In the heart of Barcelona, under the pulsating rhythm of the Sonar Festival, a small portal opened. A digital gateway, a cybernetic conduit, connecting distant lands and disparate souls. čîŹčöŚ
The Lazy Jesus, the sonic shapeshifter from Kyiv, emerged from this portal. His music, a pulsating heartbeat of the earth, echoed with the whispers of Ukrainian folklore. čÄÂčîż The ethereal notes of his compositions, a tribal chant for the digital age, danced through the air, a fusion of the ancient and the avant-garde. čÄÁčîî
As the portal swung open, we were plunged into Gleb’s MIND DISINFECTION, a disorienting journey through a forest. A dream of raver who, lost in the throes of a trip, found himself waking up in this alien landscape, his gas mask the only remnant of the party left behind. čî▓čŹä The camera follows his every move, a relentless voyeur in this distorted reality which was dissected and separated into thin layers made from strings of 1s and 0s. The booming bass, once the soundtrack to a night of revelry, echoes hauntingly through the trees, a constant reminder of the rave that had spiraled into this nightmare. The portal, once a gateway to adventure, had become a trap, a one-way trip into the heart of the uncanny. čîÇčî▓
From the eerie woods of GlebÔÇÖs imagination we were teleported to the uncanny confines of our VR living room where an otherworldly gathering took place. Gleb, Sofia, and Romek, the digital druid, spectral siren, and cybernetic witch-doctor, took center stage, their avatars flickering like ghostly apparitions in the digital ether. čîÉčĹ╗
Gleb conjured a sonic landscape with his bleeps and slowly rolling thumps, his digital incantations echoing through the virtual realm. Sofia channeled ancestral spirits through her voice, her words electronically squashed and stretched to produce a hypnotic, trance-like ambience. čÄÂčö« Romek added old-school electric guitar distortions to the mix, his laments of tortured strings weaving a spell of sound. His improvised poetic fervor, a nod to the dadaists of old, poured champagne into the depths of the ocean, a toast to the surreal and the sublime. čĪ菿
In unison, they invoked the spirit of “Deep Dark Oceans”, a hymn by the one and only Chicks on Speed. Now a sacred chant, it was woven into the fabric of their digital ritual. čîŐčĽ╣´ŞĆIn the midst of this tribal rite, the sight of Xenya, the princess-vandal, caught in a spider’s web, added a layer of tension. Was she a willing participant, or a sacrifice to the digital deities?┬á
The portal then opened to Przykrow’s manifesto, a digital declaration for the internet age. In the realm where avatars and ghosts danced, she proclaimed, humans do not exist! Bodies are documented and replaced by filtered facades. čôťčîÉ She traversed the uncanny valley, a ghost in the machine, a testament to our digital existence. čĹ╗čĺ╗
Gleb, our house lady jesus, summoned monsters from the depths of the digital abyss. Using a secret code of bleeps and words, he opened up a portal from hell, a cacophony of sound that sent shivers down the spine of the audience. čÄ╣čĹ╣
To end, Konrad spoke with Julia and Kasia Szyma┼äska, who reflected on togetherness in the time of solitude, a longing for communal connection in the age of isolation. Kasia spoke about the s.POKOJE project, a beacon of peace and tranquility in the post-digital and post-pandemic wilderness. čŚú´ŞĆčöŚ
In the pounding beats and distorted soundscapes, the audience found comfort in the chaos, solace in the surreal, a sense of togetherness in the tumult of the digital tide. A digital dreamscape, a sonic sanctuary, a space where the ethereal met the electronic, where the tribal met the technological, a neo-techno-tribal gathering, a dance of ghosts and avatars, humans and monsters, a testament to the transformative power of digital tribalism. čĬčÄÁčîÉ
UKRAiNATV @ SONAR SPECIAL #EFIR 59 Chants for Sonar’s Digital Grove ┬á[PL]
W sercu Barcelony, w pulsuj─ůcym rytmie festiwalu Sonar, otworzy┼é si─Ö ma┼éy portal. Cyfrowa brama, cybernetyczny kana┼é ┼é─ůcz─ůcy odleg┼ée krainy i odmienne dusze. čîŹčöŚ
Lazy Jesus wy┼éoni┼é si─Ö z tego portalu. Jego muzyka, pulsuj─ůce bicie serca ziemi, odbija┼éa si─Ö echem szept├│w ukrai┼äskiego folkloru. Eteryczne nuty jego kompozycji, plemienny ┼Ťpiew dla ery cyfrowej, ta┼äczy┼éy w powietrzu, ┼é─ůcz─ůc staro┼╝ytno┼Ť─ç z awangard─ů. čÄÁčîî
Gdy portal si─Ö otworzy┼é, zostali┼Ťmy zanurzeni w MIND DISINFECTION Gleba, dezorientuj─ůcej podr├│┼╝y przez las. Sen ravera, kt├│ry, zagubiony w ferworze podr├│┼╝y, obudzi┼é si─Ö w tym obcym krajobrazie, a jego maska przeciwgazowa by┼éa jedyn─ů pozosta┼éo┼Ťci─ů po imprezie. Kamera pod─ů┼╝a za ka┼╝dym jego ruchem, niestrudzony podgl─ůdacz w tej zniekszta┼éconej rzeczywisto┼Ťci, kt├│ra zosta┼éa podzielona na cienkie warstwy wykonane z ci─ůg├│w cyfr 1 i 0. Dudni─ůcy bas, niegdy┼Ť ┼Ťcie┼╝ka d┼║wi─Ökowa do nocnej zabawy, odbija si─Ö echem w┼Ťr├│d drzew, nieustannie przypominaj─ůc o imprezie, kt├│ra przerodzi┼éa si─Ö w koszmar. Portal, niegdy┼Ť brama do przygody, sta┼é si─Ö pu┼éapk─ů, podr├│┼╝─ů w jedn─ů stron─Ö do serca niesamowito┼Ťci. čîÇčî▓
Z lasu wyobra┼║ni Gleba zostali┼Ťmy teleportowani do niesamowitego salonu VR, gdzie odby┼éo si─Ö nieziemskie spotkanie. Gleb, Sofia i Romek, cyfrowy druid, widmowa syrena i cybernetyczny szaman, zaj─Öli centralne miejsce, a ich awatary migota┼éy jak upiorne zjawy w cyfrowym eterze. čîÉčĹ╗
Gleb wyczarowa┼é d┼║wi─Ökowy krajobraz za pomoc─ů swoich bleep├│w i powoli tocz─ůcych si─Ö uderze┼ä, a jego cyfrowe zakl─Öcia odbija┼éy si─Ö echem w wirtualnym ┼Ťwiecie. Sofia poprzez sw├│j g┼éos przekazywa┼éa duchy przodk├│w, a jej s┼éowa by┼éy elektronicznie zgniatane i rozci─ůgane, tworz─ůc hipnotyczn─ů, transow─ů atmosfer─Ö. Romek doda┼é do miksu oldschoolowe zniekszta┼écenia gitary elektrycznej, a jego lamenty torturowanych strun tka┼éy zakl─Öcie d┼║wi─Öku. Jego improwizowany poetycki zapa┼é, uk┼éon w stron─Ö dawnych dadaist├│w, wla┼é szampana w g┼é─Öbiny oceanu, wznosz─ůc toast za surrealizm i wznios┼éo┼Ť─ç. čĪ菿
Jednog┼éo┼Ťnie przywo┼éali ducha “Deep Dark Oceans”, hymnu jedynego w swoim rodzaju Chicks on Speed. Teraz jest to ┼Ťwi─Öta pie┼Ť┼ä, kt├│ra zosta┼éa wpleciona w ich cyfrowy rytua┼é. Po┼Ťr├│d tego plemiennego rytua┼éu, widok Ksenii, ksi─Ö┼╝niczki-wandala, z┼éapanej w paj─Öcz─ů sie─ç, doda┼é warstw─Ö napi─Öcia. Czy by┼éa ch─Ötnym uczestnikiem, czy ofiar─ů dla cyfrowych b├│stw?┬á
Nast─Öpnie portal otworzy┼é si─Ö na manifest Przykrow, cyfrow─ů deklaracj─Ö dla ery Internetu. W ┼Ťwiecie, w kt├│rym ta┼äczy┼éy awatary i duchy, og┼éosi┼éa, ┼╝e ludzie nie istniej─ů! Cia┼éa s─ů dokumentowane i zast─Öpowane przefiltrowanymi fasadami. Przemierza┼éa niesamowit─ů dolin─Ö, duch w maszynie, ┼Ťwiadectwo naszej cyfrowej egzystencji. čĹ╗čĺ╗
Gleb przywo┼éa┼é potwory z g┼é─Öbin cyfrowej otch┼éani. U┼╝ywaj─ůc tajnego kodu bleep├│w i s┼é├│w, otworzy┼é portal z piek┼éa rodem, kakofoni─Ö d┼║wi─Ök├│w, kt├│ra przyprawi┼éa publiczno┼Ť─ç o dreszcze. čÄ╣čĹ╣
Na zako┼äczenie Konrad porozmawia┼é z Juli─ů i Kasi─ů Szyma┼äsk─ů, kt├│re zastanawia┼éy si─Ö nad wsp├│lnot─ů w czasach ┬ásamotno┼Ťci, t─Ösknot─ů za wsp├│lnot─ů w dobie izolacji. Kasia opowiedzia┼éa o projekcie s.POKOJE, b─Öd─ůcym ostoj─ů spokoju i wyciszenia w postcyfrowej i postpandemicznej dziczy. čŚú´ŞĆčöŚ
W dudni─ůcych bitach i zniekszta┼éconych pejza┼╝ach d┼║wi─Ökowych publiczno┼Ť─ç znalaz┼éa pocieszenie w chaosie, ukojenie w surrealizmie, poczucie wsp├│lnoty w zgie┼éku cyfrowej fali. Cyfrowy pejza┼╝ sn├│w, d┼║wi─Ökowe sanktuarium, przestrze┼ä, w kt├│rej eteryczne spotka┼éo si─Ö z elektronicznym, gdzie plemienne spotka┼éo si─Ö z technologicznym, neo-techno plemienne spotkanie, taniec duch├│w i awatar├│w, ludzi i potwor├│w, ┼Ťwiadectwo transformacyjnej mocy cyfrowego plemienno┼Ťci. čĬčÄÁčîÉ
UKRAiNATV @ SONAR SPECIAL #EFIR 59 Chants for Sonar’s Digital Grove ┬á[UKR]
đú Đüđ░đ╝đżđ╝Đâ ĐüđÁĐÇĐćĐľ đĹđ░ĐÇĐüđÁđ╗đżđŻđŞ, đ┐Đľđ┤ đ┐Đâđ╗ĐîĐüĐâĐÄĐçđŞđ╣ ĐÇđŞĐéđ╝ ĐäđÁĐüĐéđŞđ▓đ░đ╗ĐÄ Sonar, đ▓Đľđ┤đ║ĐÇđŞđ▓ĐüĐĆ đŻđÁđ▓đÁđ╗đŞđ║đŞđ╣ đ┐đżĐÇĐéđ░đ╗. đŽđŞĐäĐÇđżđ▓đŞđ╣ Đłđ╗ĐÄđĚ, đ║Đľđ▒đÁĐÇđŻđÁĐéđŞĐçđŻđŞđ╣ đ║đ░đŻđ░đ╗, Đëđż đĚ’Đöđ┤đŻĐâĐö đ┤đ░đ╗đÁđ║Đľ đĚđÁđ╝đ╗Đľ Đéđ░ ĐÇđżđĚĐÇĐľđĚđŻđÁđŻĐľ đ┤Đâго. čîŹčöŚ
đŚ ĐćĐîđżđ│đż đ┐đżĐÇĐéđ░đ╗Đâ đĚ’ĐĆđ▓đŞđ▓ĐüĐĆ Lazy Jesus, đĚđ▓Đâđ║đżđ▓đŞđ╣ đ┐đÁĐÇđÁđ▓đÁĐÇĐéđÁđŻĐî đĚ đÜđŞĐöđ▓đ░. đÖđżđ│đż đ╝ĐâđĚđŞđ║đ░, đ┐Đâđ╗ĐîĐüĐâĐÄĐçđÁ ĐüđÁĐÇĐćđÁđ▒đŞĐéĐéĐĆ đĚđÁđ╝đ╗Đľ, đ┐đÁĐÇđÁđ│Đâđ║Đâđ▓đ░đ╗đ░ĐüĐĆ đĚ ĐłđÁđ┐đżĐéđżđ╝ Đâđ║ĐÇđ░ĐŚđŻĐüĐîđ║đżđ│đż Đäđżđ╗Đîđ║đ╗đżĐÇĐâ. đŁđÁđ▓đ░đ│đżđ╝Đľ đŻđżĐéđŞ đ╣đżđ│đż đ║đżđ╝đ┐đżđĚđŞĐćĐľđ╣, đ┐đ╗đÁđ╝ĐľđŻđŻđŞđ╣ Đüđ┐Đľđ▓ đ┤đ╗ĐĆ ĐćđŞĐäĐÇđżđ▓đżĐŚ đÁđ┐đżĐůđŞ, Đéđ░đŻĐćĐÄđ▓đ░đ╗đŞ đ▓ đ┐đżđ▓ĐľĐéĐÇĐľ, đĚđ╗đŞĐéĐéĐĆđ╝ đ┤đ░đ▓đŻĐîđżđ│đż Đéđ░ đ░đ▓đ░đŻđ│đ░ĐÇđ┤đŻđżđ│đż. čÄÁčîî
đÜđżđ╗đŞ đ┐đżĐÇĐéđ░đ╗ đ▓Đľđ┤ĐçđŞđŻđŞđ▓ĐüĐĆ, đ╝đŞ đ┐đżĐÇđŞđŻĐâđ╗đŞ đ▓ đöđĽđŚđćđŁđĄđĽđÜđŽđćđ« đáđ×đŚđúđťđú đôđ╗Đľđ▒đ░, đ┤đÁđĚđżĐÇĐľĐöđŻĐéĐâĐÄĐçĐâ đ┐đżđ┤đżĐÇđżđ đ╗ĐľĐüđżđ╝. đíđżđŻ ĐÇđÁđ╣đ▓đÁĐÇđ░, ĐĆđ║đŞđ╣, đĚđ░đ│Đâđ▒đŞđ▓ĐłđŞĐüĐî Đâ đ╝Đâđ║đ░Đů đ┐đżđ┤đżĐÇđżđÂĐľ, đ┐ĐÇđżđ║đŞđŻĐâđ▓ĐüĐĆ đ▓ ĐćĐîđżđ╝Đâ ĐçĐâđÂđżđ╝Đâ đ╗đ░đŻđ┤Đłđ░ĐäĐéĐľ, đ░ đ╣đżđ│đż đ┐ĐÇđżĐéđŞđ│đ░đĚ – Đöđ┤đŞđŻđÁ, Đëđż đĚđ░đ╗đŞĐłđŞđ╗đżĐüĐĆ đ▓Đľđ┤ đ▓đÁĐçĐľĐÇđ║đŞ. đÜđ░đ╝đÁĐÇđ░ ĐüĐéđÁđÂđŞĐéĐî đĚđ░ đ║đżđÂđŻđŞđ╝ đ╣đżđ│đż ĐÇĐâĐůđżđ╝, đŻđÁđ▓đ▒đ╗đ░đ│đ░đŻđŻđŞđ╣ đ▓Đâđ░đ╣ĐöĐÇđŞĐüĐé Đâ ĐćĐľđ╣ Đüđ┐đżĐéđ▓đżĐÇđÁđŻĐľđ╣ ĐÇđÁđ░đ╗ĐîđŻđżĐüĐéĐľ, ĐĆđ║đ░ đ▒Đâđ╗đ░ đ┐ĐÇđÁđ┐đ░ĐÇđżđ▓đ░đŻđ░ Đľ ĐÇđżđĚđ┤Đľđ╗đÁđŻđ░ đŻđ░ ĐéđżđŻđ║Đľ Đłđ░ĐÇđŞ, đĚĐÇđżđ▒đ╗đÁđŻĐľ đĚ đŻđŞĐéđżđ║ 1 Đľ 0. đôĐâĐçđŻđŞđ╣ đ▒đ░Đü, Đëđż đ║đżđ╗đŞĐüĐî đ▒Đâđ▓ Đüđ░ĐâđŻđ┤ĐéĐÇđÁđ║đżđ╝ đ┤đż đŻĐľĐçđŻđżĐŚ đ│Đâđ╗ĐĆđŻđ║đŞ, đŻđ░ĐüĐéđŞĐÇđ╗đŞđ▓đż đ▓Đľđ┤đ╗ĐâđŻĐÄĐö đ▓ đ┤đÁĐÇđÁđ▓đ░Đů, đ┐đżĐüĐéĐľđ╣đŻđż đŻđ░đ│đ░đ┤ĐâĐÄĐçđŞ đ┐ĐÇđż ĐÇđÁđ╣đ▓, ĐĆđ║đŞđ╣ đ┐đÁĐÇđÁĐéđ▓đżĐÇđŞđ▓ĐüĐĆ đŻđ░ ĐćđÁđ╣ đ║đżĐłđ╝đ░ĐÇ. đčđżĐÇĐéđ░đ╗, Đëđż đ║đżđ╗đŞĐüĐî đ▒Đâđ▓ đ▓đżĐÇđżĐéđ░đ╝đŞ đ┤đż đ┐ĐÇđŞđ│đżđ┤, ĐüĐéđ░đ▓ đ┐đ░ĐüĐéđ║đżĐÄ, đ┤đżĐÇđżđ│đżĐÄ đ▓ đżđ┤đŞđŻ đ║ĐľđŻđÁĐćĐî Đâ Đüđ░đ╝đÁ ĐüđÁĐÇĐćđÁ đÂđ░Đůđ╗đŞđ▓đżđ│đż. čîÇčî▓
đŚ ┬áđ╗ĐľĐüĐâ ĐâĐĆđ▓đŞ đôđ╗Đľđ▒đ░ đ╝đŞ ĐéđÁđ╗đÁđ┐đżĐÇĐéĐâđ▓đ░đ╗đŞĐüĐĆ đ┤đż đ╝đżĐéđżĐÇđżĐłđŻđŞĐů đ╝đÁđ đŻđ░ĐłđżĐŚ đ║Đľđ╝đŻđ░ĐéđŞ Đâ đ▓ĐľĐÇĐéĐâđ░đ╗ĐîđŻĐľđ╣ ĐÇđÁđ░đ╗ĐîđŻđżĐüĐéĐľ, đ┤đÁ đ▓Đľđ┤đ▒Đâđ▓đ░đ╗đżĐüĐĆ đ┐đżĐéđżđ╣đ▒ĐľĐçđŻđÁ đĚĐľđ▒ĐÇđ░đŻđŻĐĆ. đôđ╗Đľđ▒, đíđżĐäĐľĐĆ Đéđ░ đáđżđ╝đÁđ║, ĐćđŞĐäĐÇđżđ▓đŞđ╣ đ┤ĐÇĐâĐŚđ┤, Đüđ┐đÁđ║ĐéĐÇđ░đ╗ĐîđŻđ░ ĐüđŞĐÇđÁđŻđ░ Đéđ░ đ║Đľđ▒đÁĐÇđŻđÁĐéđŞĐçđŻđŞđ╣ Đçđ░đ║đ╗ĐâđŻ, đĚđ░đ╣đ╝đ░đ╗đŞ ĐćđÁđŻĐéĐÇđ░đ╗ĐîđŻđÁ đ╝ĐľĐüĐćđÁ, ĐŚĐůđŻĐľ đ░đ▓đ░Đéđ░ĐÇđŞ đ╝đÁĐÇđÁĐůĐéĐľđ╗đŞ đ▓ ĐćđŞĐäĐÇđżđ▓đżđ╝Đâ đÁĐäĐľĐÇĐľ, đŻđ░ĐçđÁ đ┐ĐÇđŞđ╝đ░ĐÇđŻĐľ đ┐ĐÇđŞđ▓đŞđ┤đŞ. čîÉčĹ╗
đôđ╗Đľđ▒ ĐüĐéđ▓đżĐÇĐÄđ▓đ░đ▓ đĚđ▓Đâđ║đżđ▓đŞđ╣ đ╗đ░đŻđ┤Đłđ░ĐäĐé đĚđ░ đ┤đżđ┐đżđ╝đżđ│đżĐÄ đĚđ▓Đâđ║đżđ▓đŞĐů ĐüđŞđ│đŻđ░đ╗Đľđ▓ Đľ đ┐đżđ▓Đľđ╗ĐîđŻđŞĐů Đâđ┤đ░ĐÇĐľđ▓, đ╣đżđ│đż ĐćđŞĐäĐÇđżđ▓Đľ đĚđ░đ║đ╗đŞđŻđ░đŻđŻĐĆ đ▓Đľđ┤đ╗ĐâđŻĐÄđ▓đ░đ╗đŞ Đâ đ▓ĐľĐÇĐéĐâđ░đ╗ĐîđŻđżđ╝Đâ Đüđ▓ĐľĐéĐľ. đíđżĐäĐľĐĆ đ▓đŞđ║đ╗đŞđ║đ░đ╗đ░ đ┤ĐâĐůĐľđ▓ đ┐ĐÇđÁđ┤đ║Đľđ▓ Đüđ▓đżĐŚđ╝ đ│đżđ╗đżĐüđżđ╝, ĐŚĐŚ Đüđ╗đżđ▓đ░ đ▒Đâđ╗đŞ đÁđ╗đÁđ║ĐéĐÇđżđŻđŻđż ĐÇđżđĚĐçđ░đ▓đ╗đÁđŻĐľ Đľ ĐÇđżđĚĐéĐĆđ│đŻĐâĐéĐľ, Đëđżđ▒ ĐüĐéđ▓đżĐÇđŞĐéđŞ đ│Đľđ┐đŻđżĐéđŞĐçđŻĐâ, đ┐đżđ┤Đľđ▒đŻĐâ đ┤đż ĐéĐÇđ░đŻĐüĐâ đ░Đéđ╝đżĐüĐäđÁĐÇĐâ. đáđżđ╝đÁđ║ đ┤đżđ┤đ░đ▓ đ┤đż đ╝Đľđ║ĐüĐâ đżđ╗đ┤Đüđ║Đâđ╗ĐîđŻĐľ đÁđ╗đÁđ║ĐéĐÇđżđ│ĐľĐéđ░ĐÇđŻĐľ Đüđ┐đżĐéđ▓đżĐÇđÁđŻđŻĐĆ, đ╣đżđ│đż đŻđ░ĐÇĐľđ║đ░đŻđŻĐĆ đŻđ░ đĚđ░đ╝ĐâĐçđÁđŻĐľ ĐüĐéĐÇĐâđŻđŞ Đüđ┐đ╗ĐľĐéđ░đ╗đŞĐüĐĆ đ▓ đĚđ░đ║đ╗đŞđŻđ░đŻđŻĐĆ đĚđ▓Đâđ║Đâ. Iđ╝đ┐ĐÇđżđ▓ĐľđĚđżđ▓đ░đŻđŞđ╣ đ┐đżđÁĐéđŞĐçđŻđŞđ╣ đĚđ░đ┐đ░đ╗, đ║đŞđ▓đżđ║ Đâ đ▒Đľđ║ ĐüĐéđ░ĐÇđŞĐů đ┤đ░đ┤đ░ĐŚĐüĐéĐľđ▓, đ▓đŞđ╗đŞđ▓ Đłđ░đ╝đ┐đ░đŻĐüĐîđ║đÁ đ▓ đ│đ╗đŞđ▒đŞđŻđŞ đżđ║đÁđ░đŻĐâ, ĐéđżĐüĐé đĚđ░ ĐüĐÄĐÇĐÇđÁđ░đ╗ĐľĐüĐéđŞĐçđŻđÁ Đéđ░ đ┐Đľđ┤đŻđÁĐüđÁđŻđÁ. čĪ菿
đĺ ĐâđŻĐľĐüđżđŻ đ▓đżđŻđŞ đĚđ░đ║đ╗đŞđ║đ░đ╗đŞ đ┤ĐâĐů “Deep Dark Oceans”, đ│Đľđ╝đŻĐâ Đöđ┤đŞđŻđŞĐů Đľ đŻđÁđ┐đżđ▓ĐéđżĐÇđŻđŞĐů Chicks on Speed. đóđÁđ┐đÁĐÇ Đüđ▓ĐĆĐëđÁđŻđŻđŞđ╣ Đüđ┐Đľđ▓, đ▓ĐľđŻ đ▒Đâđ▓ đ▓đ┐đ╗đÁĐéđÁđŻđŞđ╣ Đâ Đéđ║đ░đŻđŞđŻĐâ ĐŚĐůđŻĐîđżđ│đż ĐćđŞĐäĐÇđżđ▓đżđ│đż ĐÇđŞĐéĐâđ░đ╗Đâ. đčđżĐüđÁĐÇđÁđ┤ ĐćĐîđżđ│đż đ┐đ╗đÁđ╝ĐľđŻđŻđżđ│đż ĐÇđŞĐéĐâđ░đ╗Đâ đ▓đŞđ┤ đÜĐüđÁđŻĐľĐŚ, đ┐ĐÇđŞđŻĐćđÁĐüđŞ-đ▓đ░đŻđ┤đ░đ╗ĐľĐüĐéđ║đŞ, Đëđż đ┐đżĐéĐÇđ░đ┐đŞđ╗đ░ đ▓ đ┐đ░đ▓ĐâĐéđŞđŻđŻĐĆ, đ┤đżđ┤đ░đ▓đ░đ▓ đŻđ░đ┐ĐÇĐâđÂđÁđŻđŻĐĆ. đžđŞ đ▒Đâđ╗đ░ đ▓đżđŻđ░ đ┤đżđ▒ĐÇđżđ▓Đľđ╗ĐîđŻđżĐÄ ĐâĐçđ░ĐüđŻđŞĐćđÁĐÄ, ĐçđŞ đÂđÁĐÇĐéđ▓đżĐÄ ĐćđŞĐäĐÇđżđ▓đŞĐů đ▒đżđÂđÁĐüĐéđ▓?
đčđżĐéĐľđ╝ đ┐đżĐÇĐéđ░đ╗ đ▓Đľđ┤đ║ĐÇđŞđ▓ĐüĐĆ đ╝đ░đŻĐľĐäđÁĐüĐéđżđ╝ Przykrow, ĐćđŞĐäĐÇđżđ▓đżĐÄ đ┤đÁđ║đ╗đ░ĐÇđ░ĐćĐľĐöĐÄ đÁđ┐đżĐůđŞ đćđŻĐéđÁĐÇđŻđÁĐéĐâ. đú Đüđ▓ĐľĐéĐľ, đ┤đÁ Đéđ░đŻĐćĐÄĐÄĐéĐî đ░đ▓đ░Đéđ░ĐÇđŞ Đľ đ┐ĐÇđŞđ▓đŞđ┤đŞ, đ┐ĐÇđżđ│đżđ╗đżĐłĐâđ▓đ░đ╗đ░ đ▓đżđŻđ░: “đ╗ĐÄđ┤đŞ đŻđÁ ĐľĐüđŻĐâĐÄĐéĐî”! đóĐľđ╗đ░ đĚđ░đ┤đżđ║Đâđ╝đÁđŻĐéđżđ▓đ░đŻĐľ Đľ đĚđ░đ╝ĐľđŻđÁđŻĐľ đ▓Đľđ┤ĐäĐľđ╗ĐîĐéĐÇđżđ▓đ░đŻđŞđ╝đŞ Đäđ░Đüđ░đ┤đ░đ╝đŞ. đĺđżđŻđ░ đ┐đÁĐÇđÁĐéđŻĐâđ╗đ░ đ╝đżĐéđżĐÇđżĐłđŻĐâ đ┤đżđ╗đŞđŻĐâ, đ┐ĐÇđŞđ▓đŞđ┤ Đâ đ╝đ░ĐłđŞđŻĐľ, Đüđ▓Đľđ┤ĐçđÁđŻđŻĐĆ đŻđ░Đłđżđ│đż ĐćđŞĐäĐÇđżđ▓đżđ│đż ĐľĐüđŻĐâđ▓đ░đŻđŻĐĆ. čĹ╗
đôđ╗Đľđ▒ đ▓đŞđ║đ╗đŞđ║đ░đ▓ đ╝đżđŻĐüĐéĐÇĐľđ▓ đĚ đ│đ╗đŞđ▒đŞđŻ ĐćđŞĐäĐÇđżđ▓đżĐŚ đ▒đÁđĚđżđ┤đŻĐľ. đŚđ░ đ┤đżđ┐đżđ╝đżđ│đżĐÄ ĐüđÁđ║ĐÇđÁĐéđŻđżđ│đż đ║đżđ┤Đâ đĚĐľ đĚđ▓Đâđ║Đľđ▓ Đľ Đüđ╗Đľđ▓ đ▓ĐľđŻ đ▓Đľđ┤đ║ĐÇđŞđ▓ đ┐đżĐÇĐéđ░đ╗ đĚ đ┐đÁđ║đ╗đ░, đ║đ░đ║đżĐäđżđŻĐľĐÄ đĚđ▓Đâđ║Đâ, đ▓Đľđ┤ ĐĆđ║đżĐŚ Đâ đ│đ╗ĐĆđ┤đ░ĐçĐľđ▓ đ╝ĐâĐÇđ░Đłđ║đŞ đ┐đż Đłđ║ĐľĐÇĐľ đ▒Đľđ│đ╗đŞ đ┐đż Đüđ┐đŞđŻĐľ. čÄ╣čĹ╣
đŁđ░ đĚđ░đ▓đÁĐÇĐłđÁđŻđŻĐĆ đÜđżđŻĐÇđ░đ┤ đ┐đżĐüđ┐Đľđ╗đ║Đâđ▓đ░đ▓ĐüĐĆ đĚ đ«đ╗ĐľĐöĐÄ Đéđ░ đÜđ░ĐüđÁĐÄ đĘđŞđ╝đ░đŻĐüĐîđ║đżĐÄ, ĐĆđ║Đľ ĐÇđżđĚđ┤Đâđ╝Đâđ▓đ░đ╗đŞ đ┐ĐÇđż Đüđ┐Đľđ╗ĐîđŻĐľĐüĐéĐî Đâ Đçđ░ĐüđŞ Đüđ░đ╝đżĐéđŻđżĐüĐéĐľ, đ┐ĐÇđ░đ│đŻđÁđŻđŻĐĆ đ┤đż Đüđ┐Đľđ╗ĐîđŻđżđ│đż đĚđ▓’ĐĆđĚđ║Đâ đ▓ đÁđ┐đżĐůĐâ ĐľđĚđżđ╗ĐĆĐćоЌ. đÜđ░ĐüĐĆ ĐÇđżđĚđ┐đżđ▓Đľđ╗đ░ đ┐ĐÇđż đ┐ĐÇđżđÁđ║Đé s.POKOJE, ĐĆđ║đŞđ╣ Đö đ╝đ░ĐĆđ║đżđ╝ đ╝đŞĐÇĐâ Đéđ░ Đüđ┐đżđ║đżĐÄ đ▓ đ┐đżĐüĐé-ĐćđŞĐäĐÇđżđ▓Đľđ╣ Đéđ░ đ┐đżĐüĐéđ┐đ░đŻđ┤đÁđ╝ĐľĐçđŻĐľđ╣ đ┐ĐâĐüĐéđÁđ╗Đľ. čŚú´ŞĆčöŚ
đú Đłđ░đ╗đÁđŻđżđ╝Đâ ĐÇđŞĐéđ╝Đľ Đéđ░ Đüđ┐đżĐéđ▓đżĐÇđÁđŻđŞĐů đĚđ▓Đâđ║đżđ▓đŞĐů đ╗đ░đŻđ┤Đłđ░ĐäĐéđ░Đů đ│đ╗ĐĆđ┤đ░ĐçĐľ đĚđŻđ░Đůđżđ┤đŞđ╗đŞ đ║đżđ╝ĐäđżĐÇĐé Đâ Đůđ░đżĐüĐľ, ĐÇđżđĚĐÇđ░đ┤Đâ đ▓ ĐüĐÄĐÇĐÇđÁđ░đ╗ĐľĐüĐéđŞĐçđŻđżđ╝Đâ, đ▓Đľđ┤ĐçĐâĐéĐéĐĆ Đöđ┤đŻđżĐüĐéĐľ đ▓ đ▒ĐâĐÇĐůđ╗đŞđ▓đżđ╝Đâ đ┐đżĐéđżĐćĐľ ĐćđŞĐäĐÇđżđ▓đżĐŚ đÁđ┐đżĐůđŞ. đŽđŞĐäĐÇđżđ▓đŞđ╣ đ╗đ░đŻđ┤Đłđ░ĐäĐé đ╝ĐÇĐľđ╣, đĚđ▓Đâđ║đżđ▓đÁ Đüđ▓ĐĆĐéđŞđ╗đŞĐëđÁ, đ┐ĐÇđżĐüĐéĐľĐÇ, đ┤đÁ đÁĐäĐľĐÇđŻđÁ đĚĐâĐüĐéĐÇĐľđ╗đżĐüĐĆ đĚ đÁđ╗đÁđ║ĐéĐÇđżđŻđŻđŞđ╝, đ┤đÁ đ┐đ╗đÁđ╝ĐľđŻđŻđÁ đĚĐâĐüĐéĐÇĐľđ╗đżĐüĐĆ đĚ ĐéđÁĐůđŻđżđ╗đżđ│ĐľĐçđŻđŞđ╝, đŻđÁđż-ĐéđÁĐůđŻđż-đ┐đ╗đÁđ╝ĐľđŻđŻđÁ đĚĐľđ▒ĐÇđ░đŻđŻĐĆ, Đéđ░đŻđÁĐćĐî đ┐ĐÇđŞđ▓đŞđ┤Đľđ▓ Đľ đ░đ▓đ░Đéđ░ĐÇĐľđ▓, đ╗ĐÄđ┤đÁđ╣ Đľ đ╝đżđŻĐüĐéĐÇĐľđ▓, Đüđ▓Đľđ┤ĐçđÁđŻđŻĐĆ ĐéĐÇđ░đŻĐüĐäđżĐÇđ╝đ░ĐćĐľđ╣đŻđżĐŚ ĐüđŞđ╗đŞ ĐćđŞĐäĐÇđżđ▓đżđ│đż ĐéĐÇđ░đ╣đ▒đ░đ╗ĐľđĚđ╝Đâ. čĬčÄÁčîÉ