Pcholkin Paul

I adore my work. Always think that something is not finish. In DIPe even joke that my name really suits me. But the journalist did not want to be never. Father - an officer, mother - an artist. The house has always been a lot of their friends. The journalist was among them only one. He always smelled of vodka. I do not like. In five years I have firmly decided to become a janitor. Uncle Nail. He treated us in the yard candy. Later, a long time to choose between his father's career and the desire to paint professionally, as a mother. He taught English and drew. Chose. Painting abandoned. But in this case was needed service in the Army. And better than the USSR. It was a 85 year. So I did.
After a year and seven months in the hospital learned that the military career I no longer shines. Could not walk and boredom began to write for the divisional malotirazhki. Then there were all sorts of "Engines", "Horns", radio AZLK and, finally, "Literary". At MSU journalism such as myself, then taken immediately. As the coffin life thanks to Professor Georgy Kuznetsov and Alexander Yurovsky. They were for me like a hammer and the anvil. Almost literally. Those who have studied them, know what I mean.

Going to shoot films and taught languages. In the Ostankino hit, when the bloom was the famous TSN. To be honest, was very disappointed. But understand this simple truth about the gods and the pots. Studied burn those same pots, mainly from colleagues who never personally knew - Reuters, SEA-CNN - engaged mezhdunarodkoy. In 95 пЁпЎпЄя? pots in my life were added - my son was born, and born ORT. Today, despite the fact that from fellow journalists sometimes still smell of vodka, a janitor would be only if it were not for television journalism.