Hyperion [moscow]

Hyperion

By Marfa Nekrasova
translated by Nathan Jeffers

The word Hyperion has many possible meanings; it can refer to a book, a poem, a tree, a spaceship, one of the 12 Titans, or even one of Saturn’s moons. However, ask a Muscovite about Hyperion and the reply you will most likely hear will lead you to a bookstore. What you will find is not so much a small back-alley bookshop, stuffed from floor to ceiling with dusty books, but rather a straight up book megastore.

The fact that this bookstore is located in a former house of Culture (a Soviet institution used to host performances and other large gatherings) means it is doomed to have an enduring ‘underground’ vibe. The space of the house of Culture has been used over the past three years in an increasingly strange assortment of ways. Moscow’s creative youth has been opening (and closing) shops, cafés and studios, as well as running workshops for connoisseurs of modern art.

It was with both their own creative ambitions, and a respect for the Soviet past, that Hyperion’s founders set about opening its doors to the public. On the lawn by the entrance they built a sandbox, scattered with toys, so as to allow parents to peruse the store’s shelves freely. Benches have been installed to accommodate browsers who wish to have a smoke break, and above the entrance hangs a realistic raven carved from wood (after the dove, the raven is Moscow’s favorite bird). Two more things that grab one’s attention are the unexpectedly large collection of children’s books and the fact that in every book there is a Hyperion Ex Libris, the design of which every book-lover is invited to submit an entry in an on-going competition.

Inside Hyperion, near the well-chosen and carefully arranged books, are handmade decorations, postcards, and store-branded mugs featuring hidden patterns that only reveal themselves upon coming in contact with hot liquid. From these mugs one can sip tea while sitting and reading on one of the many ottomans.

In the evenings, Hyperion takes on a more social atmosphere offering readings and concerts by talented, though perhaps not well-known, performers. Further included in Hyperion’s evening repertoire are classes on fruit-preserve making, the Japanese art of flower arrangement (Ikebana), and nights for young poets. So if you ever happen to find yourself in Moscow’s Kitai Gorod region, then it would undoubtedly be worth your while to pop in and see for yourself one of the most welcoming and increasingly popular bookstores in Moscow. That, and to drink tea out of a transforming mug, of course.

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Marfa NekrasovaMarfa Nekrasova was born in Moscow. She is an art critic and historian for GITIS, the Academy of Theatrical Arts in Moscow. She has participated in archeological expeditions in the Ukraine, like the Church of the Diezmos in Kiev and Beliaus, the Greek-Scythian settlement in Crimea. She has written for various Moscow media venues and published a guide about secret places in Moscow. Attracted by Latin American cinema, she moved to Buenos Aires to study screenwriting in the Eliseo Subiela film school. She translates contemporary theater plays from Russian and is organizing the Rantes short film festival.
Jeffers photoNathan Jeffers is a 23-year-old who lives in Tashkent (the Paris of Central Asia) and whose paint covered shirts and chalk dusted trousers bear witness to the daily onslaught of wrathful 3-year-olds. He holds degrees from both Sheffield and Cambridge Universities, adores Russia and can never remember his dreams.


Published on November 19th of 2013 in Shelf Love, Tongue Ties.



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張愛玲

這是真的。

有個村莊的小康之家的女孩子,生得美,有許多人來做媒,但都沒有說成。那年她不過十五六歲吧,是春天的晚上,她立在後門口,手扶著桃樹。她記得她穿的是一件月白的衫子。對門住的年輕人同她見過面,可是從來沒有打過招呼的,他走了過來,離得不遠,站定了,輕輕的說了一聲:“噢,你也在這裡嗎?”她沒有說什麼,他也沒有再說什麼,站了一會,各自走開了。

就這樣就完了。

後來這女子被親眷拐子賣到他鄉外縣去作妾,又幾次三番地被轉賣,經過無數的驚險的風波,老了的時候她還記得從前那一回事,常常說起,在那春天的晚上,在後門口的桃樹下,那年輕人。

於千萬人之中遇見你所遇見的人,於千萬年之中,時間的無涯的荒野裡,沒有早一步,也沒有晚一步,剛巧趕上了,那也沒有別的話可說,惟有輕輕的問一聲:“噢,你也在這裡嗎?”

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