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Let me tell you where I've been. I went to the second volunteer gathering of the Verkh-Isetsky district, which was essentially a kind of pioneer camp, but only for two days and with a slight focus on, uh, volunteering. At first, I was very scared of everything; I'm a sociophobe, after all, but then I started to get into the general atmosphere of relaxation (in a good sense) and friendliness. Most of the people I met were quite nice and kind, and I found a couple of guys with similar personalities, and we got along well. Also, I was lucky that we had the best instructor (according to the others), who pushed us hard enough to make us tired, but not so hard that we started swearing and cursing the camp (:
And separately, I'll talk about the poetry evening - preparations for it took half an hour, some people were writing poems, probably for much longer, and it itself lasted only about 45 minutes, but it was really great :) I'm a romantic and quite sentimental (shocking news, yes, yes), so for me, it was magical :) We arranged candles in the shape of a heart, turned off the lights in the room, and sat next to the candles (although it looked more like a circle, to be honest)). Before that, we were given lists with the order of performances and told that we didn't need to ask "is it my turn now" - just see that the person has finished and start yourself. The audience was also allowed to come, so there were quite a few people. It should be noted that in the pioneer camp, everything happens in an atmosphere of eternal positivity - everyone speaks loudly, jokes, applauds everything that is more or less worthy of applause, and so on. Well, and there, the host of the evening, in a very quiet voice, constantly stumbling, as if for the first time (it didn't look stupid, but very sincere and from the heart), said something like:
"Hello friends, I welcome you to our poetry evening. I would like to tell you about the rules. Well, first, applause. There are... none. It's not customary. Second, during someone's performance, you should try not to walk around, rustle, or make noise. And third, you can't talk on your cell phone or with a friend during the performance. Well, and I would like to start with my poem..."
And after that, the evening began. The candles burned in plastic cups so that a random gust of wind wouldn't blow them out (or maybe not for that reason) and created beautiful highlights and lights in the darkness. And whoever read a poem or sang, playing the guitar in the illuminated circle of faces... Damn, it was just amazing. It was worth going just for that.
Thank you for reading this, username, and even more thanks if you understood me (:
And separately, I'll talk about the poetry evening - preparations for it took half an hour, some people were writing poems, probably for much longer, and it itself lasted only about 45 minutes, but it was really great :) I'm a romantic and quite sentimental (shocking news, yes, yes), so for me, it was magical :) We arranged candles in the shape of a heart, turned off the lights in the room, and sat next to the candles (although it looked more like a circle, to be honest)). Before that, we were given lists with the order of performances and told that we didn't need to ask "is it my turn now" - just see that the person has finished and start yourself. The audience was also allowed to come, so there were quite a few people. It should be noted that in the pioneer camp, everything happens in an atmosphere of eternal positivity - everyone speaks loudly, jokes, applauds everything that is more or less worthy of applause, and so on. Well, and there, the host of the evening, in a very quiet voice, constantly stumbling, as if for the first time (it didn't look stupid, but very sincere and from the heart), said something like:
"Hello friends, I welcome you to our poetry evening. I would like to tell you about the rules. Well, first, applause. There are... none. It's not customary. Second, during someone's performance, you should try not to walk around, rustle, or make noise. And third, you can't talk on your cell phone or with a friend during the performance. Well, and I would like to start with my poem..."
And after that, the evening began. The candles burned in plastic cups so that a random gust of wind wouldn't blow them out (or maybe not for that reason) and created beautiful highlights and lights in the darkness. And whoever read a poem or sang, playing the guitar in the illuminated circle of faces... Damn, it was just amazing. It was worth going just for that.
Thank you for reading this, username, and even more thanks if you understood me (:
Where do we go?
Where do we end up when we save the world?
Where do we end up when we save the world?