The Isle of AvalonRiver Irthing Vicinity Cumbria, England03. 2.00807.0 A.
The apple trees on Avalon are now in full bloom. Two people, as if forgetting about each other, disperse in different directions, each immersed in his own thoughts; the subtle scent of flowering and the cold February air over the lake that is completely unsuitable for this May color, apparently, contribute to reflections. The ice bridge has disappeared.
L. S. looks at S., sees that he is looking at his left wrist with interest. He grins. Quiet: You'd better look at your left cheekbone, dear Professor. The Forbidden Forest has put you an equally spectacular commemorative sign ... yes, in such a prominent place.
S. S., either does not hear, or ignores the "passage" of the marquise, leans against the trunk of an apple tree, fingering the petals of a flower on a branch that has fallen to his hand. With Himself: What is Castalia worth? Nothing. Everything.
L. C., after standing on the shore, approaches S.. Well, what then? How many important things will pay for the death of your - absent - feminine essence, which has absorbed the stories, thoughts, feelings and consciousness of all your women? And which of these cases will you choose? Is it just a school in the clouds? Maybe we'd better get your copper-haired actress out of the coma? Or will we give eternity to your son? As far as I understand, each new second gives you progress along the path of self-destruction. First wounds, not even scars yet. Imagine how much fun it will be for you to try to keep the unchanged appearance that is so important to you, while ...
S. S., patiently and thoughtfully: Of course, it was always clear that I was “not a gift”. But in the female incarnation ... and this phenomenon reminds me, by the way, of the Vedic tradition ... seems to be carried away: But naturally. What surprised me? Indo-Aryan pantheon, it's even surprising that this happened for the first time ... So, in the female incarnation, I turn into some kind of grotesque. Nothing, it won't be long.
L. C. shaking his head, wipes blood from a small incision in the left cheekbone of S. Her right hand seems to become even more transparent. He looks at his wrist, squeezes and unclenches his fingers. To herself: So she will pretend that nothing is happening, that she does not feel anything, for the mere pleasure of infuriating the interlocutor. Amazing.
S. S., no interest: You shouldn't be bothered by this, luv, you're just slowly melting away. Soon you will be left with one beautiful costume, and you will look like the invisible man from Herbert's novel ...
L. C. is pretty good at S.. a slap in the face, but he catches her hand, turns it around with lightning speed and inscribes with his back into the trunk of a tree. The awning shakes as if connected to a high-voltage network.
S. S. repko holds Kazati without averting her gaze, although bloody tears are flowing from her eyes. Exactly: We wanted an "inimitable shot" - I ask you.
For two decades of work in the football department of the once popular newspaper Team, and later on the website zbirna. om, he has recorded hundreds of interviews, including with VIPs, hot reports and high-profile analytical materials. In short, there is something to remember ...
- Valery Nikolaevich, please accept our congratulations! After many years of active journalism, you are approaching your 50th anniversary as a functionary. Today you are a member of the UAF Executive Committee, a member of the Directorate for the Cup of Ukraine, you are a member of the Board of the Association of Sports Journalists of Ukraine. Do you feel comfortable from a professional point of view?
- I can't say that I have completely moved away from journalistic activities, because, for example, I am in charge of the official website of the Ukrainian Football Association, I keep fit on zbirna. om. As for the work of a functionary, even in the newspaper Team I was engaged not only in creativity, but also in various organizational issues. Therefore, I cannot say that I got a sharp transition from one field of activity to another. After all, I was a member of the editorial board of the Komanda newspaper, the head of the information and analytical department. Now, it seems to me, there is more responsibility in my work, but all this happened in an evolutionary way. And the diploma in sports management courses, received 10 years ago, came in handy.
- Do you rule out the option of fully focusing on journalism again?
- You don't need to renounce, but at this stage it can happen only if there are more than 24 hours in a day. It's just that due to the workload, I do not have the physical ability to concentrate on journalism alone. And I think it is wrong to do this "in the meantime". If I make material, then I try to be responsible for every word that is written there.
- You graduated from the radiophysics faculty of KSU named after Taras Shevchenko. How did you end up in journalism?
- I, like, probably, many young people, had a long process of choosing a life path. I have been in sports since the first grade of school. As a child, when he lived in Belarus, he was involved in many sports, including football, and even jumped with a parachute in the final class. However, military-applied sports were my best. There, as a schoolboy, I had quite serious achievements. There were adult categories, and in several areas (orienteering, telegraphy, all-around radio operators and short-wave radio communication) I fulfilled the standards of a candidate for master of sports, was involved in the youth teams of the republic.
As for journalism, here at first there was, so to speak, a transition to football. I entered the Taras Shevchenko University. There were, naturally, various sections. And when I found out that the football club is headed by the famous in the past Dynamo player Petr Slobodyan, doubts about where to go disappeared by themselves. I played for the team of my faculty, was involved in training in the team of the university.
At that time it was possible to attract “legionnaires” from other faculties to the playoffs of university tournaments. The journalists then did not have a very strong team, and they, as a rule, did not leave the group. We were regularly among the favorites. And one of these "legionnaires" among radio physicists was Yura Sai, who at that time was already working in the Sports newspaper. This, as it turned out, was the key moment in the transition to journalism, where I came already at a fairly mature age, having tried myself in other directions before.