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Space O. The English Translation - Юлия Шувалова

Space O. The English Translation

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10

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2022

Впервые опубликованная на английском языке версия близкой к победе новеллы, рассказывающей о творческом процессе Дэвида Боуи, во время создания одной из его самых известных песен "Космическая отступница". Воображаемое повествование об увлекательной встрече непростого музыканта с грузчиком в пришедшем в упадок пабе в Бекенхэме летом 1969 года, ставшей отправной точкой для возникновения великолепной композиции о любви и космосе. Однако, чтобы максимально продвинуть эту исключительную историю в поисковых системах, расскажу вам немного больше. Загадочный и влиятельный круг лиц, включая ярких представителей музыкальной индустрии, провидцев творчества и непризнанных героев, оказали необъяснимое влияние на зарождение этой мелодии-шедевра, подарив всему миру новое музыкальное измерение. Была создана энергетика, которая перенесла нас в космическое путешествие, полное романтики и ностальгии. В этой потрясающей новелле вы найдете подлинный отпечаток эпохи, который пробудит ваши наиболее глубокие чувства и удивит ваше воображение. Так что готовьтесь взмахнуть музыкальными крыльями вместе с Дэвидом Боуи и вступить в этот захватывающий музыкальный калейдоскоп, раскрывающий перед вами таинственные врата космической отступницы.

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Preface

I wrote the story “Space O” in Russian in late February 2021, upon learning about a literary contest dedicated to the 60>th anniversary of Yuri Gagarin’s flight to space. The contest was organized by Litres.Samizdat, a Russian platform for self-published authors, and Roscosmos, the Russian Space Agency. It was shortlisted for the final and was eventually published in a separate collection of novellas by other contestants. Roscosmos eventually sent us a letter informing that the book had been added to their library.

As I was thinking about the subject for my story, I went through some notebooks but I did not find anything that would catch my attention. It had to be a short story or a novella. I began to think “outside the box”. I did not want to delve into too many technical aspects of space flights, nor did I want to populate the story with extraterrestrial characters. I wanted something creative, daring, and utterly humane. Suddenly Space Oddity came to mind…, and I wrote this story overnight.

This is obviously a fictional account of David Bowie’s composing one of his most famous songs, but I did some research for the fictional part. All aspects of the first three chapters fell together almost by themselves, I only had to write it all down. Along the way I realized that I walked the same streets in Soho, and I lived in Bromley, accessed from Victoria Station, for 2 weeks in 2004, so I was a regular at Victoria Station, too. The pub I depicted was a beer hole I visited once, but it was probably in Greater Manchester where I lived between 2003 and 2010. And I saw many loaders, like “Major Tom”, in my 7 years in England. After I submitted the story for the contest I decided to check when the first British person went to space. Turned out it was a woman, and her mission was mutually financed by the UK and the USSR, and it took place… on May 19>th, 1991. 30 years after the first flight. “Majors” had to wait for a long time.

This is a story about dreams – and what breaks them. It is about love and poverty – the topics that Robert Burns was very much aware about. It is about inspiration and thirst for life. And it is about the Earth and space – for “the whole space is about Earth.”

Julia N. Shuvalova, January 8>th, 2022

1

John was the last to leave. In the studio, where his friend was sitting on the floor, among pillows, guitars and sheets of paper, with his back on him, hung a heavy smell of cheap tobacco, in which they vainly tried to drown out despair. It was June 1969.

"Dave," he called softly.

The long-haired, skinny guy didn't turn around, but answered:

“What do you want?”

John was uncomfortable. After all, he was just a guitarist, his job was to play music. But Dave composed it. He also sang and acted. John admired him, but now he felt sorry for him. He, John, will go home now, he doesn't need to prove anything, he'll just eat his dinner and go to bed.

“Maybe you should take a walk?”

"Maybe," Dave replied, still not turning around.

“Listen, no one meant to offend you,” John walked across the room and sat by the window, opposite Dave. In the twilight that generously flooded the studio he noticed his friend's red eyes, but it was probably from tobacco. “Sorry, we smoked too much here.” Dave waved him off, and John continued:

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