My Day
For me, this is a newspaper with a manly character, the newspaper I buy first, when I leave my home in the morning, in order to read about what is really going on. Only then do I look over others to see how all this is being interpreted, rejected, and justified. In other words, I read it, as my son's peers say, for kicks.
This is a newspaper to which I can also contribute in no uncertain terms, without fearing that I might hurt those in this country who are not allowed to be hurt (of course, I do not mean the people).
This is a newspaper that watches the king's clothes, and I think a wise king should only be grateful to it for this. It is this kind of a newspaper that helps keep him in shape, not the bunch of yellow mealy-mouthed sycophants who will be the first to walk out on the king if he falls ill, for they only extol him for pay, for the opportunity to eat and drink well.
The Day is the people's informant in the camp of power.
After all, only here you can read a true writer, our own philosopher, or a skilled historian. To paraphrase a well-known Ukrainian saying, good people naturally “choose depth,” they know the ropes.
Another point. If you read scathing criticism of yourself in The Day
, you always know it was not done to order. It is a sincere critical assessment which wishes good to you and the people for whom you work. The Day employs people whom you would like to challenge in stature and strength, so that you don't become professionally conceited. After all, I like this Day . It's true. And I wish you all... Love, Olia.







