Maxim Dranco Biography

I once again tell this story, answering a question from a colleague from our training group. It's time to write down the answer to the question: “Dranco, why are you walking in different colored socks? And throw the asking link to this post. Showing the story there are three answers. Once, during the collaboration of Tanya Muzhitskaya and Anton Nefedov, we made chess training. And a lot and tightly communicated in the essence of the exercises and the meanings of motor fields.

And at some point Anton comes up to me and asks a strange question. And to understand the portrait of Anton, a little details as I see them. Tosha is a wonderful tricster, a kind of bully of this reality. The eyes of that time saw a very strange dude, in some shocking clothes, with absolutely alien thinking. And it seems interesting to communicate with him, but somehow annoyed internally.

Sude later, I discovered my envy for his inner freedom, which allows us to manifest in public. And now Tosha looks closely at me and asks the question: “Dranco, here I look at you and I don’t understand everything. Why do your socks are always black? My first reaction: "Nefedov, go to the ass with your jokes." Well, in fact, what, damn it, the difference. And in the evening, the question catches up with me and somehow straightens out with thoughts.

But in fact, why? I have long been not in the army where socks can be of any color if it is black. No one has been determining my dress code - I have not go to the office for a couple of years. And then why? And somehow from these thoughts it becomes closely inside those rules that continue to imperceptibly control my life. A response to internal work after the question was a purchase of a dozen pairs of colored socks in Unique at once.

They are pleasant by touch, live for a long time, and also allow you to go beyond army rules. And every time I get a couple of socks, I rejoice at this reminder: my sock life exactly belongs to me. Lazy energy -saving.

Why are they different? Well, everything is simple here. Each time after washing, I mate them randomly, since I am too lazy to look for every toe of his twin. Let them be friends with each other, not paying attention to the color. Give the equality of colors of socks, skin, flags. Although with the last point at some point, socks became for me a marker of my unconscious. Since the year, my position is still “between”.

And it was the socks that showed that this is a very difficult position. When for the third time I discover that a pair of socks in the hands is yellow and blue, wondered: “Who is inside me and what does it want to say? With the surname Dranco and half in the blood of Ukraine, the answer is obvious: my attention is focused on news reports from the Sumy region.

There are my relatives. And in Belgorod my relatives. So I am standing in the middle, and I can’t choose now socks of yellow-cord or white-red. And from this tightness of these rules of current life is very sad. Poluninsky answer. In St. Petersburg, in the first minutes of the training “Mirror”, one participant in the first minutes throws a presentation as a question: “Comrade Trener, why do you have such socks?

Mow under Polunina? As a coach, at first I, of course, notice the intonations of the issue and set myself a note to return my observation to the group on the topic of the hierarchy. In the meantime, I clarify the puzzled: “In the sense? It turns out that Vyacheslav Polunin loves colored socks, and Anton, who asked the question, worked in the team. I will see the colored socks of Polunin a few years later and I will remember this story with a smile.

And yes, I am pleased with such a consonance of personal fucking with a vision of the Wikhesty Vyacheslav. It is freedom that is felt in his creative works, the very space of the “yellow mill” and his conversations. And at the same time, this freedom has very clear, strong and at the same time permeable boundaries. But this is already a topic for another conversation. And the main question: “And what is this post actually about?

Another recuming of one maxim: "The choice is a resource." Can I go to color? As you can see. And what rails of habits do you find at yourself? Suddenly the time came for a new path.