The editor -in -chief of the one in three persons is a newborn, a woman in labor and obstetrician

Exactly a year ago

March 13, 1996 fell on Wednesday. There were two days left before the deadline, for thoughts about his own birthday - not a minute. "Results" were born. Debt, coupled with a feeling, commanded the newborn to forget about his own birth. Instead of accepting congratulations, it was necessary to take birth with yourself - to appear in the image of a woman in labor and obstetrician. Instead of summing up the results of his own life committed over thirty -two years, it was from scratch - there was not even an editor’s office - to invent “results” for everyone.

In the next 48 hours, a demiurgic effort was to be from a stack of texts, a mountain of photographs and a combination of human forces to glue eighty pages fastened by three paper clips. Magazine.

Dmitry Sokolov was also in full Favor, and if he drank, then for proper health, although his health was already shaken.

Still barrier did not work out three and two times minted four times, but spread into amorphous seven without rhythm and shape.

Instead of abundant readership, there was a specifying sealing message to the future audience, they say, write to us, please, be sure to write, and whoever decides too long or aggressively, that fool himself.

There were still concerns that Ros-Siysky politicians would not put the nonsense on the whole page of the interjections, and they were driven by one turn with the conversationalists simply, limiting the creative freedom of the latter.

There were still three more months before the presidential election. Nobody knew that the Russian president, completely old, sick, would be reborn, like a Phoenix bird, he would picked up and cry, turn out to be a good fellow and a step guard in Korzhag, will completely get sick and grow old - but then, in March, for the former about a personal festival, the editor -in -chief, having gained air in the chest, resolutely proclaimed Yeltsin in the Russian president. However, just in case, he ordered an optimistic political forecast

subject to a certificate from the encyclopedia about coronary disease.

In those naive times, the appeal to the medical encyclopedia seemed a new word in political journalism. It remained six months before the shunts, coronarography, angioplasty and the ejection faction entered every house, and with a light hand the birth of “results”, every respectful political journalist started his own cardiology library.

There was still enough analytical enthusiasm for two “results” and two “special opinions”, but the decisor was missing the fantasy of signatures for illustrations. The first difficulties have already arisen with the receipt of photographs from Newsus-Ka, and instead of the father of Singapore, Lee Kuan Yu almost slipped through the Chinese unknown to Russia, from which there was not even a name.

And finally, instead of a feast, I had to limit ourselves to a conversation about the fault and women with Judge Tumanov, and no one yet knew that every conversation in this genre would fatally get down on these two topics.

And even when the work, it seemed, was approaching to an end, still could not remember his own anniversary. The time has come to write the very first words of the very first “results”. The Newsyusikovsky Parker slopped and sent only two columns, and our birthday, having fun threatening his finger, turned into a whole strip, solemnly announced the creation of the magazine of our dreams, promising to make it for a long time and great, boasted a great team and a good company and stuck a long way and a brutal struggle.

On March on March 1996, there was not a minute to celebrate his birthday. And only after more than a day, when, no matter how incredibly, everything was completed, the box of French wine appeared and the celebration of the newborn began. The chief editor got the glory of the woman in labor and obstetrician, but he was still not his newborn that day.

It was the fifteenth of March. Two months remained before the first issue.

Until the thirty -three years - a year. This year has passed. Now - let's start with the birth of the editor -in -chief, and the anniversary of the magazine will be later.

Happy birthday, Seryozha!