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Sergey Alekseev
Treasures of Valkyrie. bird path
Skolot usually sang in the transition to Pushkinskaya, not far from the exit to Tverskaya. The place in the reinforced concrete pipe was once won from cigarette dealers, staked out, lived in and prayed for, so even in bad weather, when people jumped in wet from the rain or chilled, anyway, the estimated one percent of them lingered, listened and even threw money. This is if you come right after noon and leave already at five o'clock, before the evening pandemonium, and sing without heat.
He did not particularly try to draw a crowd, because the lazy, sluggish movement allowed him to see the eyes of passers-by and catch their open glances. And rarely, according to his mood, out of self-indulgence, he added a subtle color of sound and smell to his voice and guitar, a kind of musky, musk deer stream - and the passage was immediately filled with people, most of all young students, although the songs were harsh, masculine. Skolot gave a short, impetuous concert, at the same time looking for ways to retreat, after which he picked up a case with money, hid the tool on the go and ran up the stairs to freedom, since law enforcement officers more often appeared and caught on the spot. If he managed to sneak away in this way, then he was pursued only by fleeting, random groupies, from whom it was easy to get rid of on a crowded street. The police did not take their eyes off him the next day and at the end of the concert they raked everything to the penny - as punishment.
He hoped the White Lizard would come as promised. Even if the Valkyries committed their own court, deprived her of her hair and memory, she would still respond to songs that she alone understood! At first, Skolot firmly believed in this and patiently waited for the cherished moment, looking for the White Lizard in the crowd, although he had never seen her face. In the texts of all the songs, he certainly wove such words by which, even deprived of memory, the Virgin had to recognize him, remember who rescued her from captivity. Sometimes he shouted, called, like a boy lost in the forest, but for a year and a half of his life in a city of many millions, no one answered the dispossessed. Except for the faithful admirers who were drawn to him, as if they themselves had once been deprived of the Way.
Everyone knew or at least heard about the White Lizard - football fans, skinheads, bikers, yard gangs of hooligans and teenagers and students who did not join the flocks. Someone spoke about her in a whisper, someone, on the contrary, was proud of their acquaintance, but no one really knew where to find her and in general whether she really exists or whether the impudent leader of young and ardent outcasts is just a myth.
One way or another, but in the first months after returning to Moscow, becoming like skinheads, Skolot wandered through groups from the sleeping areas of the capital, participated in actions, dispersing prostitutes from the streets, smashed nightclubs and discos where drug addicts and "gay" gathered, set fire to expensive cars of pedophiles and molesters and personally burned down the country house of the drug lord, using solaris. The fire was unusual: the four-story villa rotted away without visible fire in front of dozens of astonished firefighters with hoses - the water only fanned the invisible flame, evaporated, turning into a rainbow, the brick crumbled into dust. The ignorant considered that some chemicals, raw materials for the manufacture of drugs, which caused such an effect, were stored in the house.
Skolot approached everything inventively and at first came up with not just chasing and intimidating night butterflies on the panels - tearing their wings: cutting off their braids or cutting them completely bald, because many of them wore long, alluring hair. Then, from improvised substances and pharmaceutical drugs, he made a cocktail for gay clubs, causing a persistent conditioned reflex of diarrhea and vomiting, prepared a potion for drug addiction and already then received the nickname - Alchemist. However, he was not attracted by the glory of the hero of street gangs, and he was not going to treat the vices of outcasts; he just tried to get on the trail of the White Lizard in this way and sent signals to her. If she really was free, she should have found out about his exploits and showed up!
And after he turned the lair of the drug lord into a pile of ashes, a flock of bikers arrived, who said that the invisible leader of the informals herself wanted to see him. Everything happened already at the beginning of a snowless winter, at night, secretly and with strict secrecy. First, we rode motorcycles for a long time along the streets and suburban roads, then along some dark and dirty country roads, confusing our tracks, and finally drove into the territory of a former pioneer camp, where a fire was burning. The White Lizard turned out to be a tall blonde in a leather biker outfit, green, emerald eyes glowing familiarly in the glow of the fire, and most impressively, long, loose tresses covered her leather-wrapped shoulders and high chest. Still, Skolot was immediately on guard, not feeling the quivering excitement that had seized him in the wing of the Museum of Forgotten Things when he first touched her hand.
They remained alone by the fire and frankly examined each other - the bikers accompanying him rushed out of the high gate. Skolot was still waiting for some identification mark, a word that would confirm that in front of him was the same prisoner from the museum cellars. And it seemed that now she would shake off her self-confidently majestic mask, maybe even laugh or smile and say: “Well, hello, Skolot! I want to listen to your songs."
The fire burned cheerfully, brightly, the quiet pine forest was golden all around, the silence of the night was filled with the expectation of an imminent winter - everything was conducive to singing around the fire.
“You're a cool guy, Alchemist,” she said in a low, alluring, but completely unfamiliar voice. “Now you will always be by my side. Tomorrow we have another fireworks display.
“I was looking for the White Lizard,” Skolot admitted disappointedly.
“I am the White Lizard,” said the impostor. “Go to my lair and wait for me. You deserve an award! - She pointed to the blue house of the pioneer camp and disappeared behind the nearest pines.
Neither the promised reward, nor even the role of the arsonist attracted him. Skolot jumped over the fence of the pioneer camp and after long wanderings returned to Moscow.
For another two months, he grew his hair and won a point at the Crossroads - in a reinforced concrete pipe.
Among his listeners, like any singer, he also had rabid fans - a woman in a wheelchair, who was accompanied by a graying, imperturbable and deaf-mute person; a thoughtful, introspective guy with a Chinese beard; a lifeless, phlegmatic girl, similar to the fabulous Malvina, and several other people of different ages whom he recognized by their eyes. Except for this little Malvina, probably in love with the singer, the rest did not appear every day and one by one, they came in advance and even greeted Skolot with restrained nods, and then he sang only for them, not hiding his own feelings. They never threw money, but thanked the same way, with nods, and disappeared. And there was another young woman, a music producer, who recorded songs on a dictaphone, pestered with offers to audition in her team and thrust business cards instead of money. Once she brought an advertising poster, where there were photos of the girls from her group - haircut like boys, pierced to the point of impossibility, but with silicone buxom.
“Please come visit us! she pleaded and begged. - I love your songs! Yes, I understand, it's not a format. But we will definitely come up with something. Maybe write a song for us? We will do the arrangement ourselves. Look what girls we have!
He promised and did not come, and he could not write songs, because he did not know how and what they perform.
Skolot deliberately dressed in "concert" costumes, emphasizing the masculine principle, mostly in leather, wore a neat beard, but rarely cut his hair, and had a completely different idea of \u200b\u200bfemale beauty. He liked traditional, long-haired girls, whom he deliberately tried to enchant, tempt with his voice, attract attention with the meaning of the song, beckoned with a look and even made gifts in order to tame, bring closer, lure. And although they listened enthusiastically, they seemed to succumb to the temptation, but the second time they never returned or came, having changed beyond recognition.
After concerts in the passage, Skolot went home if he did not get into the police. Law enforcement officers considered him blessed, because he resignedly gave the papers, but begged not to take a small coin, which was sometimes collected up to two hundred rubles per working day: mostly teenagers, students and poor people listened to his songs - those who carry small change in their pockets. He lived in a rented apartment on the ground floor, behind bars and iron doors, like in a fortress. After the noisy flow of people in the passage, he longed for loneliness, but was not happy with it, for he acutely felt orphanhood.
Skolot knew his fate: over time, he had to quietly go crazy, become a holy fool and, overgrown with hair, resign himself to his fate, so he climbed, held on with his last strength, inventing ways to push the fatal deadline away.
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A long time ago, in the early 1990s, the Swedish-Russian company Valkyrie was searching for mythical treasures in the Urals and went bankrupt. The company's archive, an invaluable source of data on treasure hunting over the past hundred years, was lost. But not lost. Today, the analysts of the Oskolkovo innovation technopark, who came into possession of the archive, have come to the conclusion that some keepers of the Ural treasures are involved in the creation of a new, mysterious and powerful source of energy called Solaris. Presidential elections are coming, the oligarchs are fighting for spheres of influence - "Solaris" would come in handy for everyone. And the son of Mammoth, who tasted the salt of knowledge on the Three Tarigas, knows his secret...
Last impression of the book- Northcraft Oratory:
- 16-02-2019, 07:29
I have already read these books. I accidentally remembered them in a conversation, I really wanted to re-read them. One of the best books I've ever read, even though I don't read science fiction.
One can feel the great work of the author, some of the legends mentioned in the book, I heard from older people. I advise you to read, there is something to think about.A long time ago, in the early 1990s, the Swedish-Russian company Valkyrie was searching for mythical treasures in the Urals and went bankrupt. The company's archive, an invaluable source of data on treasure hunting over the past hundred years, was lost. But not lost. Today, the analysts of the Oskolkovo innovation technopark, who came into possession of the archive, have come to the conclusion that some keepers of the Ural treasures are involved in the creation of a new, mysterious and powerful source of energy called Solaris. Presidential elections are coming, the oligarchs are fighting for spheres of influence - "Solaris" would come in handy for everyone. And the son of Mammoth, who tasted the salt of knowledge on the Three Tarigas, knows his secret...
Sergey Alekseev
Treasures of Valkyrie. bird path
1
Skolot usually sang in the transition to Pushkinskaya, not far from the exit to Tverskaya. The place in the reinforced concrete pipe was once won from cigarette dealers, staked out, lived in and prayed for, so even in bad weather, when people jumped in wet from the rain or chilled, anyway, the estimated one percent of them lingered, listened and even threw money. This is if you come right after noon and leave already at five o'clock, before the evening pandemonium, and sing without heat.
He did not particularly try to draw a crowd, because the lazy, sluggish movement allowed him to see the eyes of passers-by and catch their open glances. And rarely, according to his mood, out of self-indulgence, he added a subtle color of sound and smell to his voice and guitar, a kind of musky, musk deer stream - and the passage was immediately filled with people, most of all young students, although the songs were harsh, masculine. Skolot gave a short, impetuous concert, at the same time looking for ways to retreat, after which he picked up a case with money, hid the tool on the go and ran up the stairs to freedom, since law enforcement officers more often appeared and caught on the spot. If he managed to sneak away in this way, then he was pursued only by fleeting, random groupies, from whom it was easy to get rid of on a crowded street. The police did not take their eyes off him the next day and at the end of the concert they raked everything to the penny - as punishment.
He hoped the White Lizard would come as promised. Even if the Valkyries committed their own court, deprived her of her hair and memory, she would still respond to songs that she alone understood! At first, Skolot firmly believed in this and patiently waited for the cherished moment, looking for the White Lizard in the crowd, although he had never seen her face. In the texts of all the songs, he certainly wove such words by which, even deprived of memory, the Virgin had to recognize him, remember who rescued her from captivity. Sometimes he shouted, called, like a boy lost in the forest, but for a year and a half of his life in a city of many millions, no one answered the dispossessed. Except for the faithful admirers who were drawn to him, as if they themselves had once been deprived of the Way.
Everyone knew or at least heard about the White Lizard - football fans, skinheads, bikers, yard gangs of hooligans and teenagers and students who did not join the flocks. Someone spoke about her in a whisper, someone, on the contrary, was proud of their acquaintance, but no one really knew where to find her and in general whether she really exists or whether the impudent leader of young and ardent outcasts is just a myth.
One way or another, but in the first months after returning to Moscow, becoming like skinheads, Skolot wandered through groups from the sleeping areas of the capital, participated in actions, dispersing prostitutes from the streets, smashed nightclubs and discos where drug addicts and "gay" gathered, set fire to expensive cars of pedophiles and molesters and personally burned down the country house of the drug lord, using solaris. The fire was unusual: the four-story villa rotted away without visible fire in front of dozens of astonished firefighters with hoses - the water only fanned the invisible flame, evaporated, turning into a rainbow, the brick crumbled into dust. The ignorant considered that some chemicals, raw materials for the manufacture of drugs, which caused such an effect, were stored in the house.
Skolot approached everything inventively and at first came up with not just chasing and intimidating night butterflies on the panels - tearing their wings: cutting off their braids or cutting them completely bald, because many of them wore long, alluring hair. Then, from improvised substances and pharmaceutical drugs, he made a cocktail for gay clubs, causing a persistent conditioned reflex of diarrhea and vomiting, prepared a potion for drug addiction and already then received the nickname - Alchemist. However, he was not attracted by the glory of the hero of street gangs, and he was not going to treat the vices of outcasts; he just tried to get on the trail of the White Lizard in this way and sent signals to her. If she really was free, she should have found out about his exploits and showed up!
And after he turned the lair of the drug lord into a pile of ashes, a flock of bikers arrived, who said that the invisible leader of the informals herself wanted to see him. Everything happened already at the beginning of a snowless winter, at night, secretly and with strict secrecy. First, we rode motorcycles for a long time along the streets and suburban roads, then along some dark and dirty country roads, confusing our tracks, and finally drove into the territory of a former pioneer camp, where a fire was burning. The White Lizard turned out to be a tall blonde in a leather biker outfit, green, emerald eyes glowing familiarly in the glow of the fire, and most impressively, long, loose tresses covered her leather-wrapped shoulders and high chest. Still, Skolot was immediately on guard, not feeling the quivering excitement that had seized him in the wing of the Museum of Forgotten Things when he first touched her hand.
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Commentsigor1456
Gaborone wrote:
Thank you all for your attention.
oldbaker
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I hope igor1456 will someday explain the meaning of the word KUMARNO. It's probably something terrible.
Since I also listened to only one chapter from the middle, I did not find anything suspicious.
And now about my own impression. If this is the first book voiced, then the rating is 5.
Pleasant voice, all words with correct accents (Now this is a rarity), a little voice acting, but without busting, tactful unobtrusive musical accompaniment, technically clean recording.
In general, Dmitry Savchenko should be a good reader.
In order not to be completely sweet, there is a remark. Lack of fluidity of speech. Somehow you cut phrases into pieces. This slightly spoils the impression of quite decent work.
Gaborone
Kemuriel wrote:
60168117 An interesting book, wonderful voice acting. Thank you very much!
Can you tell me what musical compositions were used as soundtracks? Liked it very much.
Thanks for the feedback. There is an incentive to say something else. Music by Albert Artemiev was used for voice acting. It's on the tracker.
golovnia
Gaborone wrote:
Thank you! Good luck!
Gaborone
golovnia wrote:
Gaborone wrote:
60037926This is not my first dubbing. The first work (and it can be seen from it) was "Sedition 2. Share" by Sergei Alekseev, as well as parts 5 and 6 of the Treasures of the Valkyrie. Based on this experience, I am trying to analyze how useful such amateurish work is, because I understand that I am very far from the readers-actors. It was not the desire to become famous on the Internet that prompted such experiments (but the fact that such a strong work as "Sedition" was only half-voiced, and there were no plans to continue the voice acting. The book shocked me so much that I risked re-voicing it in order to more With the Valkyrie, the same motives, plus the interest that arose in the process and an attempt to improve.When working with the last book, I realized that I could hardly voice it better, and therefore I wondered how much people need it.
Dmitry, it seems to me that you have become a professional reader. You can see how you developed and tried to improve your reading skills. Yes, there are rare reservations in Kramol 2 Share. And in Truth and Fiction and the Bird's Way, everything is great. Rating 5 plus.
If you continue to engage in voice acting (I would very much like to!), then please voice the Word (Alekseev's first novel) and Outcast the Great.
Thank you! Good luck!
Thanks for the kind words. Perhaps, indeed, in the near future I will begin to voice the Word, and then we'll see.
Gaborone
ARTALEX888 wrote:
60300592 Hello Reader! Reading books is good. Thanks for the hard work! Listen to the masters and learn their techniques. Someone takes the timbre, the manner of reading, and someone just gained experience. When you read, I hear what you read. Try to add a personal experience of what is happening. Good luck to you!
Thank you for your opinion. I will definitely take it into account in my future work. Unfortunately, it is not so easy to restructure speech, especially when you have to read for a long time. But I will try
Gaborone
tigrinus wrote:
60311645 Gaborone
Don't be seduced by the sweet talk of people of unassuming taste. The best test is to offer to listen to a fragment of the best work of a company engaged in voiceovers of books. It is clear that they will not offer a contract (not every actor gets there), but in a mild form you will hear an assessment of your work. You can also launch your own website, where you will gather admirers of your work and really be able to assess your popularity. There you will definitely swim in positive reviews. And so here you will hear a subjective and far from authoritative opinion. And if you want to give up so easily, deciding that it won’t work out better, then don’t waste your time. Masters of theater and cinema have been polishing their talent for decades. For years they fought for recognition, contrary to the opinion of critics. The best actors in the world in rehearsals spend a lot of time staging the performance, not to mention the path done to a professional level, and after the performance they continue to work on the perfection of the image. Do you want to effortlessly read a book, like in a reading lesson, convey all the images without having lived their lives and collect compliments?! Father! You remind me of a child who has climbed onto a stool, read a verse he likes and rejoices at the cheering applause of adults. It makes no sense to write an objective assessment of your specific work. I am most outraged by your attitude to the chosen case, which becomes a serious obstacle to success. You don't need to think about an opinion, but about how to immerse the listener in an extraordinary world, where the listener no longer hears a voice, but lives in this world. And when a person in the process of listening begins to evaluate the voice, phonogram, etc., then the work is already at the level of amateur performance. If I managed to ignite your emotions (anger or disagreement, it doesn’t matter what, the main desire is to prove the opposite), then I didn’t waste my time on you and perhaps this ardor, which you lack so much in voice acting, will do a good service. And remember - not these sweet speeches of the "siren" in the discussion will help you in your work, but self-criticism and the desire to polish a diamond to the level of a worthy diamond.
Thank you for your opinion. I agree with many. In response, I will only say that I do what I can. Of course, I understand the shortcomings of my work and try to do better. I'm not going to make a career on this - it's purely a hobby. Therefore, I asked for opinions in order to know whether it is listenable at all and whether it is necessary for someone other than me. Professional readers do not have time to voice what is worthy of attention. And therefore I think that non-professional voice acting also has the right to exist.
gashisan
Sanyo"k wrote:
60478532I was glad to meet a novelty, but this book "didn't hook me". Maybe the author has exhausted the topic, or maybe the reader did not inform.
Alekseev's books all stand out against the background of modern literature.. This world in the Cycle created by the author is inexhaustible, and it is multidimensional only limited by the reader's imagination.
It’s just a pity that young writers don’t pick up and expand this topic .. For that, there are too many stalkers who got lost in the subway ((....
Gaborone wrote:
60027220I present to you my own voice acting of the last (7) book by Sergey Alekseev from the series "Treasures of the Valkyrie" called "Bird's Way". A big request to caring audiobookfilam to give a review of the voice acting, because. I want to understand for myself - is it worth doing voice acting further, or is it a waste of time and someone else's attention.
Thank you all for your attention.
Dmitry is not a bad job, you are growing up .. I have already listened to many books in your performance. But you have to tune in to your tone.
Have you tried running the mixer with high and low frequencies over the monologues of the characters to enhance the perception?
You write down the frequency of the hero (in a table for convenience) and reduce all his monologues according to the template, you will see the effect itself.
You can also do special effects with a beam, echo, and distortion (for example, talking on a walkie-talkie phone).
Experiment with the mixing console in the editor, there are many possibilities along the tracks. The background music is loud, in my opinion, blurs and eats up the endings of your words, the frequency of your voice coincides with some kind of instrument. Without the background it would be better.. The music is good at the beginning and end of the chapters with fading out with a partial overlay over the voice. There are libraries of sounds, it is better to select sounds in the semantic load of the text (the sounds of steps, the creak of a door, shots, etc.), just do not overdo it with the volume .. Work with channels, you can achieve the effect of full presence. It comes with experience.
P.S. Listen to Eraclius Andronnikov, he is a great reader. Everyone uses his techniques without even suspecting that they are making a copy of a copy.
skiba1309
Gaborone wrote:
60027220I present to you my own voice acting of the last (7) book by Sergey Alekseev from the series "Treasures of the Valkyrie" called "Bird's Way". A big request to caring audiobookfilam to give a review of the voice acting, because. I want to understand for myself - is it worth doing voice acting further, or is it a waste of time and someone else's attention.
Thank you all for your attention.
Definitely worth it, your voice acting is better than all the others
Gaborone wrote:
60037926This is not my first dubbing. The first work (and it can be seen from it) was "Sedition 2. Share" by Sergei Alekseev, as well as parts 5 and 6 of the Treasures of the Valkyrie. Based on this experience, I am trying to analyze how useful such amateurish work is, because I understand that I am very far from the readers-actors. It was not the desire to become famous on the Internet that prompted such experiments (but the fact that such a strong work as "Sedition" was only half-voiced, and there were no plans to continue the voice acting. The book shocked me so much that I risked re-voicing it in order to more With the Valkyrie, the same motives, plus the interest that arose in the process and an attempt to improve.When working with the last book, I realized that I could hardly voice it better, and therefore I wondered how much people need it.
Music strongly sets the mood from the narrative (boring to listen to) and should only place accents or create a background
Reading is interesting for oneself, but "timbres in faces" get carried away from the state of mind. Musical inserts are sometimes good in emotional moments, but the bitrate undercuts the quality. You can also raise the bitrate for clarity of voice timbres. Continue unequivocally and "fill your hand"! If it’s difficult without music, you can positify the tone with smooth jazz inserts.
The 5th part sounded more cheerful, but the intelligibility (diction) was weaker. There are examples for listening - thinking - evaluating - taking into account.
