The benchmark of the journalistic fiasco in the era of publicity was an article re-printed in all little-known publications, the essence of which is an adapted report on the self-made.
There it becomes known that the mining engineer, finds a selfie weighing three kilograms three hundred grams, well, in his absence, the spouse gives an interview with ambiguous answers, and the selfie is a newborn baby.
But there is another example from the same time, from a very youthful newspaper, which has not renounced its name now.
The editorial office received an anonymous signal that in a new building in a well-off family, the child walks around the neighbors in search of food. The correspondent comes at the specified address, only the grandmother at home, parents at work, the child at school. Indeed, the family lives in wealth, this can be seen immediately from the front door and from the environment in the apartment.
Behind a cup of tea, a journalist asks the grandmother suggestive questions, where they came from, how long ago, what are the rules of conduct in the family. The grandmother who has found grateful ears, tells everything in detail and in depth, the main question is not reached.
Here comes the grandson, returning from school and right from the threshold:
Grandma, where is my spoon? I eat lunch today at Ershov, I go to Demidov for half a day, and in the evening my birthday is at Ostrovsky.
The grandmother gets a box with a spoon, the grandson has time to change clothes.
Serena, can you try it at home?
No, my grandmother is waiting for me.
He runs away, and the grandmother explains:
- Even from the kindergarten, the reputation of a boy who eats very aptly has been established behind Sereshka. Whosoever of the little ones was near Sereshka, even the unwilling ones, as soon as he took a spoonful and began to eat, five minutes later joined him.
In the kindergarten he was grown up with babysitters, breakfast in the younger group, lunch in his own, and half a day in the older.
They moved here, and fame came after his first birthday to which he was invited by new friends. Now he is walking on schedule, himself is watching, and embarrassed to refuse. In the courtyard it is so called - "Sierra with a spoon"...