
“No, you are wrong, I'm not the smartest. I just think quickly. And you, beloved, are lazy and unfamiliar. ”
I was not lazy or unsociable, I was a frightened newcomer, and the word "Internet" for me then meant almost nothing, like your surname. But we were both right: you always thought very quickly, and thought the best.
Then you will be called the sun of the Russian Internet and the founding father. How was it? 18 hours, 20 hours of work, sleep behind the keyboard, food on the run, and again work, work, work. It was impossible to keep up with you, you demanded that you scored the editorial office, you shouted and found fault, reproached and insisted, rules and redo it for us, you managed more than we, your employees, by ten. You were in a hurry.
You gave me a profession, a matter of life, a way of interacting with the world, you said: "I am not interested in the scenario of war, let's come up with a peaceful one."
It was completely indifferent to you what they thought of you. You taught me not to be afraid, including responsibility: “Beloved, no skill, to be a boss, is not required. Just once you take the courage to make a decision and bear responsibility for it, and rushed. ”
You easily parted with ideas, money, work. Never - with people. How I was angry with your friendship with everyone in a row, on your endless tolerance. You were unfair and merciful. You were a tough polemic and charming talker, you were not at all afraid of this new transparency, about your travels, acquaintances, and food habits knew all hundreds of thousands of your subscribers in social networks.
You dragged with you ligaments of the keys and at least five gadgets spread through all pockets. You could call at any time. You managed to work, engage in a charitable foundation, give lectures, travel, consult, go to concerts, raise your son.
You were in a hurry.
You made a “newspaper”, “tape”, “News”, you helped create Newsru.com, BFM, you worked for Rambler, Living Journal, Maidportal and dozens of other publications, you organized the “Help. Org”, you opened the Internet for us. You managed everything. Thank you, beloved.
The Medusa editors expresses sincere and deep condolences to the relatives and friends of Anton Nosik - and all people who do not imagine the Russian Internet without a nose. We are with you.
Galina Timchenko