★Elara S. Novikova
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I spend a lot of the year on roads that are mostly a suggestion, and one winter on a strip cut into the side of a mountain. At some point it seemed reasonable to turn them into the kind of game I played on a borrowed 386 in a cold room: four colors of horizon and a car that was really just three rectangles.Elara S. Novikova

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МАРШРУТ 01ОБКАТКАBreaking her Нива inOut of Bishkek before the light goes. A red Niva I had owned for a week, a road that is mostly a suggestion, and every intersection wider than it needs to be.LASTneverTOPnothingМАРШРУТ 02ТЯГАThe long pull of ШишигаOver the Pamir on an army truck older than the road. Four thousand meters, gravel, meltwater across the track, and livestock with absolute right of way.LASTneverTOPnothingМАРШРУТ 03КАСАНИЕTouch and go with АннушкаA biplane older than the airfield, a shelf cut into a mountain with room for exactly one runway, and weather that arrives before you do. You climb the whole way or you do not arrive.LASTneverTOPnothingМАРШРУТ 04СПУСКDead stick at BaikonurAn orbiter coming home without a crew, no engines, and one approach. Forty kilometers of steppe with a single runway in it, and the storm the launch rules said was too much.LASTneverTOPnothingМАРШРУТ 05ВЫПИСКАOne night with ИвановThe ward where the novel begins. Moldova, October 1998: find the passages, keep out of the corridors when they are not empty, and be on the first bus.LASTneverTOPnothingМАРШРУТ 06ВСПЛЫТИЕOne night aboard Б-59A diesel boat under a destroyer picket, October 1962. Sixty degrees in the compartments, the batteries going flat, a canyon, a wall of silt, one very large animal, and a torpedo nobody must touch. Come up at dawn with nothing fired.LASTneverTOPnothing
Six of them now, all places this archive is about. Out of Bishkek in the red Niva, over the Pamir in an army truck older than the road, up the winter Caucasus in a borrowed An-2, down onto the steppe at Baikonur with nothing running, one night in a Moldovan ward that is still standing, and one long night under the sea in a diesel boat that history was kind to. Two you drive, two you fly, one you have to walk out of, and one you have to bring up whole. Everything else is weather.Elara S. Novikova