D. Nikolaev

The Cherry Orchard (5’46“)

(sound impression after Anton Tschechow’s stage play)
Where once used to be a wood, where once a garden was flourishing in spring and fading away in its most beautiful colours in autumn, the concrete ulcers of our time are proliferating, a time which has lost every respect for the countryside, for nature in general, and which is only dominated by politically motivated greed for money, by the common proletarian hysteria for concrete.
Thomas Bernhard, Lumbering

(Photo: Anatolii Vasilij Voloshin)





		DMITRIY NIKOLAEV
	The Cherry Orchard (5’46“) (sound impression after Anton Tschechow’s stage play) Where once used to be a wood, where once a garden was flourishing in spring and fading away in its most beautiful colours in autumn, the concrete ulcers of our time are proliferating, a time which has lost every respect for the countryside, for nature in general, and which is only dominated by politically motivated greed for money, by the common proletarian hysteria for concrete. Thomas Bernhard, Lumbering (Photo: Anatolii Vasilij Voloshin)