The voice of a new generation. Zveri.
So I am writing a new book. Today I`ve started part 2.
Here is a first chapter about a group Zveri.




Russians live in a very ugly towns. There are no individual one-family houses, only ten to sixteen store buildings. In one of them might be hundreds of families. Flats are tiny one or two bedrooms one toilet and kitchen. Two or three generations exist under one “roof”, they share three rooms for examples between two familys, so grown and even married children not only live with parents but grandchildren often was born in grandparents appartments. Appartments of very modest seven hundred square foot, on the eights floor for example.

How russian “suburban” area looks like. It is rectangulars formed by four ten to sixteen store buildings with a communal yard in the middle. Rectangulars that was put up side by side with some plan and in a same time may be marked as “neighborhoods”. If you lucky enough you live in one of these “neighborhood”, but since the soviet union fell apart in rossiiskaya federation new buildings are built without any plan so the towns are begining to looks like cement favelas. So the biggest territory in the world and no place for living for russians.

It may seems so depressed but when you are young your future are felt more auspicious. The group Zveri protray these fellings, they represent new generation, they were a new generation and sang for them. And they staged their song in this urban rectangulars of “sleeping” neighborhoods so unhuman and so native to everybody.

First of all they had radically brought together the imaginative world of art and the earthy world of town`s districts. And this mixed world became pregnant and lopsided toward new world. It rendered the concrete buildings fragile as wind mills.

Second their song`s protagonist was the urban twenty something person. He longed for better living, he fights not sruggles and it make the mundane streets brighter.

Together it is should be understood not as an escapism of some sort or denial, but the living ahead, a real possibility of breaking through the reality, the blowing of world.

It brings a phisically percieved tension to songs. World became resilient to touch, it doesn`t crumbles, you can climb it and run through the jungle. Old town becomes new forest with its new folk. A new insatiable, joyful, happy, deriding crowd. A new generation, an urban youth.

To meet them see and listen the two thousand fourth`s concert of Zveri in Olimpiysky. It`s indispensable listening. The best concert of the time.

“Someone like me, live only an hour, remember me as I am now” that is the line from one song. He was burning. All generation was yearning, it was an honest generation, we were smart, we were good, we lived truthful, and hated false and unfairness. The best generation so far.

And all had been over. And there will be nothing here.

So the current situation is a hibernation. The Zveri`s albums is percieved as of completely different epoch. It isn`t even our past, since it`s unfathomable how we can reach this misery from there. The world is decaying. The generation is catched in four walls of their rented appartments in untidy buildings of ugly russian towns.

That was the bottom. Now is long winter. Nothing even happens. Step from porch, you will lost in woods and die. So stay calm, see in window, every movement or action is mistake, and wait for spring. And in Russia it wouldn`t be an easy lazy spring break, it would be sacre du printemps, the rite of spring. Or may be not. How can you predict the geniuses. You can predict only the next big tide.