You know, there is such an inconvenience - a comrade begins to tell a story that happened to him "nearly", and you understand that you read the same story on the Internet... My dad once caught me - he began to tell about some snack seller Suslyatina G.K., with whom he spoke yesterday on the track in the neighboring region. After my confidence, he confessed that it was Koresh who told him, but the story was so good that he decided to assign it to himself. I had to admit that for the first time I met Ms. Sullyatina on the Internet pages in 2004, and since then she has surely traveled everywhere and gained a bunch of followers who also sell crackers. Dad was a little embarrassed.
However, one of my colleagues found a good way to curb such disclosures as me". When I noticed that I had already read about it, he nodded contemptuously: "Of course, I read it. That’s what I wrote everywhere."