anything, he could come to the editorial office on 1905 street in moskovsko-komsomolets there to bring shavyrenes and or a bottle of scarce whiskey and get this desired line, no, he had to be more or less somehow known, there were some so-called magnetic albums, but in principle it was sold , there was an attitude towards this that now seems completely impossible to me, that is, very condescending, that is , well, it was considered, well, yes, well, well, you want to eat, there the salary is 65 rubles, here it’s like that it would still be eaten and then drunk by the entire editorial staff, that is, we were all , in some way, accomplices, as they say in... criminal slang, so now it’s even strange for me to remember that, on the one hand, there was the code of the builder of communism, in general the concepts, it seems to me, of soviet people were much brighter, i don’t want to offend today’s youth, but there were some ideas about good and evil, about mutual assistance, so it was difficult to imagine a drunk man... lying on the street and they stepped over him, no one there shook him off on a be