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Did you ever work in a regional newspaper? How does a journalist feel when he has to pass 250 lines of text to the next issue, having previously visited the site of the event, return, clarify something, write - and all for one day, because tomorrow is the next issue?

I think he feels sorry. a working horse, over which the whip editor has brought, and if you do not hand over the material in time to the newspaper, it must fall on you. But you do not take offense, because the editor does not work any less, and there's not a seven-pieced stick over it.

My happiness is that people gathered in the editorial office, even without journalistic education, but they are talented, energetic, able to work as much as they need. Raisa Aleksandrovna Nepomnyashchaya worked as a responsible secretary. It's like the chief of staff with the commander. In the hands of the responsible secretary planning, organization of work with the printing house, accounting.

Everything must be done on time, the materials are read, the pictures are ready, the correction is made ... Whatever happens, the newspaper must go on schedule. If you, the editor, on a business trip, and on the newspaper Raisa Aleksandrovna, do not worry, everything will be done on time and in the best possible way.

When Raisa Alexandrovna went to Tomsk for her daughter, she went to work in school, taught history. After a while we get the newspapers, if I'm not mistaken, the regional and Komsomolskaya Pravda, and they say that our Raisa Aleksandrovna is one of the best teachers, and her photo is placed.

Such a person, for whatever it takes, does always perfectly. Galina Petrovna Lazarenko worked with letters from readers. Each journalist had his own public correspondents. We did not forget to congratulate them on their birthday, on a holiday, just to chat.

Sometimes our assistants became our friends, such as Galina Petrovna and Valentina Bakulina, a worker from Nibega. Galina Petrovna has worked in the department for several years. And suddenly the announcement: a two-year department at the Faculty of Journalism was opened at the Moscow University for correspondents with higher education who work in newspapers, but not journalists.

I immediately thought about Galina Petrovna. The matter was complicated by the fact that the salary should be paid, that is, nobody can be taken for replacement. Nothing, we will tolerate. We were happy for Galina Petrovna and were waiting for her to work.

And in the life of Galina Petrovna's family a miracle happened: a son was born, Sasha. Now he is already an adult, he has his own children. Galina Petrovna is not only the only one in the region with the formation of Moscow University, but also the author of the literary work. Anatoly Ivanovich Chashchin was the head of the industrial department.

The homeland needed a forest, and we monitored the work of the forestry enterprises, conducted a competition between teams, held meetings with loggers in the editorial office. Raids, workers' speeches, interviews with specialists - all this was in the department of Anatoly Ivanovich.

I hope, in Strezhevoy, where he was sent as an editor, Anatoly Ivanovich managed to organize a successful work. Nellie Grock is the mother of three children. I was simply amazed at how much strength she had. The family, got a cow, a garden ... At the same time, she always had thoughts, how and what to do, what topic to raise, what people to collect for the "round" table.

Recently, about five years ago, I was invited to the library for a meeting of a club of truck farmers and gardeners. Nelly started working with them. We then gave a message to the newspaper. So, at that time the club was 20 years old. The longevity. Hence, hit the mark. The newspaper is the latest news, so frequent business trips were regular. The time, which was so lacking, we took great care. At six in the morning they got into the car - and forward. The driver Victor Vorobyev was a mechanic by training, he kept the car in perfect order, and although we do not have roads, but directions, we were never late. What happiness, that these people were in my life!