
I have a conflict of identities because of this article ( investigation of RBC: what the Church lives on )-a journalist and scientist.
The journalist won.
Mitrokhin is outraged. Say, he talked with a journalist for two hours, but she did not use anything. Always so, I remember by myself. You get ready for half a day, get an hour, communicate for an hour, then, depending on the complexity of the topic, you kill from hours to the day of your young life on the text.
You will write, but they won’t say thanks to you, here is criticism is holy: for some reason I didn’t write, but this, and I also talked about it.
At a certain moment in the journalistic career, I removed the heroes of my articles from the pedestal. My author’s position and the decision of the editorial office are the main thing. True, the reader is not interesting about the spiritual searches of the actor, his well -deserved and not very rewards that he dreams of Hamlet to play.
You can’t please everyone, and a journalist is often worse than an artist whom everyone can offend. We are laborer. And everyone should always. And to own a speedy letter, and remember without a recorder, and to be a linguist, and a doctor of philology, and to understand all topics without exception.
You write, they are indignant: why? Pushing, you see, your nose, where it is not necessary. Do not write: where were you journalists? Where did you look?
And yet. In scientific journals, there are often so primitive texts that, in terms of labor expended, did not stand nearby with what RBC journalists did. And below the link - to a grant loot.
It is necessary to oblige these dinosaurs of Russian science to indicate the amount of the grant so that the world knows where the money goes at the time when the starving in Africa, well, you understand ...