A bit of history

A diary on April 4.

When I was admitted to the hospital, they told me that I would be here for 16 days. Today is the sixteenth. But the doctor will be only at three o'clock in the afternoon, then everything will clear up. We have a new one in our ward. Elderly woman.

Strangely enough, she, by the way, is called Vera Ivanovna, as my attending physician, knows not only me, but, which is especially pleasant, my mother. He remembers and respects her. My mother worked in the store "Fish-meat" as a seller, many knew her.

The work in this outlet is very difficult. The products are all cold, the hands are cold, there were no refrigerators. Only due to frost in the street the products did not spoil, it was stored in a storage room. The trading room was a small heated firewood.

But it was difficult to heat the stove - the door kept opening. Mom is not nearly 30 years old, and people remember her kindly. She deserved it. Vera Ivanovna - a patient in her youth worked in a drugstore. Many medicines were made by themselves.

The building in which the medical facility was located was very cold. They will come to work, they need water, and instead of it - ice. Old-timers remember that the pharmacy was next to the old school number 1, next to it - a bookstore.

On the contrary - a paradise. The sellers were young and beautiful. Tasia and Galya. The new patient had the flu, she had a complication, she could not breathe. She was given a dropper, used different medications, said she was feeling better.

Lyudmila, my neighbor next to her bed, will go to X-ray today, cry, afraid that she will not be able to get into the car. But she was told that there would be an attendant, and she calmed down a little. I was dressed, taken another treatment, I'm waiting for the doctor in charge. We already had doctors, all other work is done.

Conversations, conversations ... One woman talks about her family life. Her first husband was a pervert, he loved to hurt and his wife was humiliating. Once, when he insulted her and caused severe pain, she became furious and nearly killed him.

It's good that people use not only the worker-peasant, sorry, way, but in any case the pleasure should be received by both partners. But this is not the whole story of a man. After the divorce, he raped an eight-year-old girl and took her scarf with her.

Some time passed and the girl, seeing her uncle, recognized her scarf. - Mom, look. On my uncle's my blue scarf! The police arrived in time, and my uncle sat down for 20 years. Meanwhile, Vera Ivanovna, the doctor, called Asino. Negotiations will continue. We'll let you know about the end of the matter later.

Photo by Sergey Podolenko