In the spring I had a hand. Six months ago, while on a business trip in Moscow, I fell. As a result, the fracture of the wrist joint, gypsum, where I worked for two months of travel. The fracture has healed perfectly, not sick, not bothered, and that's on you! On any thumb - painful clicking, should stretch awake - infernal pain. To print text on the touch screen phone has become impossible. And so two weeks. And this damned day I woke up in pain and realized that my great foolishness, and cannot go back. Have to go to the chiropractor.
Being a bit of hangover, I left the car in the Parking lot and drove by bus. Taking the card, I looked at a number of the Cabinet. Yeah, five hundred seventh, then the fifth floor.
I got on the Elevator. The doors opened on the fifth floor, gave my eyes nailed two boards blocking the exit. Materialise on stupid gamsatov, I ducked under the boards and looked around. The door opposite the embossed, open gape empty frames on the floor, the wind plays with the leaves, although the spring. Long ago I was in our local hospital, ten years, if not longer. Fracture and was treated in Moscow. In severe nineties here was fun. Apparently, the repair took place with the use of nanotechnology. Although, I may on another floor? There, lying on the door is written "540"...
On the floor ran a rat, and I'm squeamish went to the Elevator. "Maybe to send everything to hell, I thought, is this your free medicine?".
Where would be the Elevator call button, a thick layer was applied the coating. Hell with it, I decided that I would go down on foot, but first look for trauma, and then immediately to the physician. Such lawlessness in the hospital - the mind boggles.
Standing in the corridor smell Tualatin, rotten leaves and rotten mattresses. And not a single person. Some classrooms were open, others tightly shut. Here are the thieves! But the first floor is shiny plastic - white ceilings, new Windows, one manicured Registrar sparkles porcelain smile... Oh, pokatushki. Made for commissions and above are not allowed in the sauna. I evil spat on lying under the feet of the door with the inscription 512. So, logically, my office is near.
Around the bend I saw people. Well, finally! All quietly sat on shitty shops of leather and gloomily staring at the wall. A dozen, it seems.
- Who to extreme trauma?
Bearded guy with a huge bushy eyebrows said hollow smoky voice:
All to the pathologist.
He turned his head and looked at me with empty eye socket with disgusting oozing blood. Blood oozed from numerous burns and cuts through the holes in the clothes. From my side, hidden by the hair, hung polyterpene ear. Yes its on a gurney in the intensive care unit is necessary, and it sits in the queue. Here and free medicine. Sunk. Restraining gag gusts, I muttered:
"Yes, little brother, a pathologist to you at the time.
I again visited the place. Someone rugged, someone burned a woman stumps instead of legs, of which gushing blood. Grandma next carefully holds guts hanging out... Yeah so not live, and they sit there as if nothing had happened, only what ailments do not discuss.
I asked:
- Five hundred seventh is who?
Silence. It is logical. I would with such sores is not talking.
Intending to obliterate lazy doctor, I pulled the door and froze. The man in the white suit dangling on the rope, fun bulging his eyes and sticking out his tongue. "Khodyakov Ignat'evich," said the badge. My card was listed the same last name.
- Healed hand, called, my voice from fear and anger gave rooster. - A fucking mess!
Need to find somebody to help those dohodyaga that took the doctor called the police... but at least something to do!
Slamming the door behind her, I realized that the one I have will not go anywhere. I started something close to stupor and hysterical at the same time. I visited again a crowd of cripples on my side with the edge of saw a beautiful brunette in a dark red dress and with kind eyes. In appearance she was whole. And this is a plus. I plopped down next to her.
"Listen, girl, what's your name? my voice trembled.
- Alevtina.
- Me, Alex, and then I broke through. - Alya, I go crazy, I need at least one normal person, doctor or nurse, or, at worst, fucking the cleaning lady Baba Claves, grumpy, full, who knows everything, and that it is not held intestine and not dangling in the loop under the ceiling! I'm afraid of. Come with me!
"I can't. My feet do not go. Since morning I sat in the taxi, and now do not go. And, besides, " she nodded at all, soon our doctors will come.
- Yes, until they come here all break! I calmed down and leaned against the wall. Al, do you smoke?
- Smoke.
Deciding that from cigarettes, the situation will not be worse, I pulled open the pack and handed it to her.
All perked up:
"Young man, can I?
- And me.
- I would also not given...
After the hands, empty pack flew into the corner.
Yes, we need to decide something, I thought, sipping the bitter smoke.
Around the corner came two big men with the stretcher, scalpels, knives and other tools. Both in the light green costumes. Turn wearily and vainly looking at them continued to pull on the cigarette.
- Alex, the girl nervously put out the cigarette, " I'm scared, I don't want to see it.
- Why be afraid? Now all will help, and then we will tell you the answer, I began to calm down and stopped. One-eyed bearded, former first in line, undressed and lay down on the stretcher: eyes closed, hands at the seams. And doctors busily began to open it. Already opened the chest, hand sorted inside the basins...
And I realized: it's not just doctors. This pathologists. Crazy pathologists, revealing the living.
I whispered:
- Ala, alecca, bring down from here before it's too late...
"I'm not, I'm there, " she pointed to maniacs. - Stay with me, you are alive, you are not touched. And that scares me.
It is "you're alive" I finally angry: - Your mother! - Sarychev, I took a girl on the shoulder. Back immediately stained with something sticky, percolating through red dress at the chest. Trying not to think of it, I took off down the corridor away from this hell.
The door was closed. All sailed.
He heard a creak from the nearest Cabinet looked meter tall man, not another husband. All the body is covered with fur, horns on his head, and instead of the nose Piglet. "Interesting costume, I thought detachedly.
"Hey, coach! - damn it looked. Help the door open.
- Tell you, you don't belong here, and the girl leave.
"Not in joke, and then parakrama, I don't know why I remembered this phrase. Whether Gogol read, whether Vysotsky was pereslushal, but the horned shrugged his shoulders and one hand tore the barn castle.
- And the girl leave, sorry. Her boiler time.
- Alex, " came a plaintive voice. "Nonsense, you must live...
The stairs went up two more. Realizing that this shit is not maskers, I most natural way obgadilca, and to hell with the ladder said:
- We will not harm you, but Alevtina leave.
- Fuck you under the collar, angrily growled and I pulled back.
The pathologist was dressed grandmother, and next turned the hanged man in a white coat and cancel:
Guys, I am, in fact, out of the queue it, I'm a health care worker.
Saw him just walking around with a rope around his neck, I just re not shit in my pants.
We ran to five hundred seventh, I rushed to open the window. And there, on the street, freedom, ended in the autumn and there came the smell of decay. I didn't really know how it smells. Now, the smell of decay rotten leaves, earth and spirit. And the faint smell of rotten. On bare trees sat a crow. And what happened to spring, delighted me literally an hour ago?
I took Alevtina from his shoulder, pulled his Trouser belt and the belt of her dress, wet with blood. I decided not to give her to the monsters, to save whatever it was, albeit at the cost of his life. I never was a hero, fled even from street fights in my childhood, but today I realized that for her is to die.
Tying the girl to his so that she was ahead of me, with her back to me, I limped to the window.
- Alex, leave me, do not...
"Shut up and listen, " I was tired and angry, my voice trembling with fear. - Now we will go in flight. And don't you move, would kill both. And you don't belong here. Your eyes are beautiful.
With a load on his chest I climbed up on the window, stood up at full height, facing the door, and jumped back down. I have no chance to survive, but my body will cushion the fall girl, and maybe it comes down then to my funeral. The main thing is to fall back.
Long seconds I saw a pale sky and the white guy with a huge fluffy wings. He grabbed us by the belt, then flew second, then a third, and I felt that we fly up and to the right. If there is a hell, then why not be angels, I thought.
Self - sacrifice is the highest manifestation of love, I heard an incredibly good soft voice. "You saved...
Then I passed out.
Woke up in the hospital, this time in normal. Looking around myself, I found that bandaged almost all of the body. On the leg plaster, hand tied, Breasts something squeezes.
Where Alevtina?
I was inclined face mask:
What Alevtina? You need to rest.
Back came a second voice:
- Mash, what's his name?
I answered myself:
- Sobolev Alexei Petrovich.
- In the second box your Alevtina. Also the boy asked. You, I guess.
- Live? "I asked the stupid question.
Alive, alive, barely pulled out, relax, we'll talk later.
With me cognac, I was relieved leaned back on the pillow.
Two weeks later I was able to move on crutches, some places have begun to take burns. And although doctors grumbled, all the time I spent at the bedside Alevtina. A month later she came to my house in a wheelchair.
Friends brought me a laptop, and I read about the accident that landed our minibus. Drunk driver of KAMAZ has smeared us on asphalt. Something caught fire, the fire broke out. Of the nine passengers of the minibus only two survived - I and Alevtina. Both drivers were killed. I skimmed through a photo from the scene and knew the people sitting in the queue. Breasty the vulture was the culprit, grandmother threw on the pavement, on the way Razborov her belly. By the way, Khodyakov hanged that morning from unrequited love, though not in the office and at home. I learned about it from talking to the medical staff.
I was discharged four months later. Alevtina went through six months in a wheelchair. It is my future wife moved to the Registrar.
Somehow after several operations, strolling through the Park on his own feet, Alevtina told me about what happened with her. Her memories completely coincided with mine, except for one moment. She and the rest of the queue, I was sent to the morgue. "You know, we you were jealous, " she sighed. "You was alive...
Being a bit of hangover, I left the car in the Parking lot and drove by bus. Taking the card, I looked at a number of the Cabinet. Yeah, five hundred seventh, then the fifth floor.
I got on the Elevator. The doors opened on the fifth floor, gave my eyes nailed two boards blocking the exit. Materialise on stupid gamsatov, I ducked under the boards and looked around. The door opposite the embossed, open gape empty frames on the floor, the wind plays with the leaves, although the spring. Long ago I was in our local hospital, ten years, if not longer. Fracture and was treated in Moscow. In severe nineties here was fun. Apparently, the repair took place with the use of nanotechnology. Although, I may on another floor? There, lying on the door is written "540"...
On the floor ran a rat, and I'm squeamish went to the Elevator. "Maybe to send everything to hell, I thought, is this your free medicine?".
Where would be the Elevator call button, a thick layer was applied the coating. Hell with it, I decided that I would go down on foot, but first look for trauma, and then immediately to the physician. Such lawlessness in the hospital - the mind boggles.
Standing in the corridor smell Tualatin, rotten leaves and rotten mattresses. And not a single person. Some classrooms were open, others tightly shut. Here are the thieves! But the first floor is shiny plastic - white ceilings, new Windows, one manicured Registrar sparkles porcelain smile... Oh, pokatushki. Made for commissions and above are not allowed in the sauna. I evil spat on lying under the feet of the door with the inscription 512. So, logically, my office is near.
Around the bend I saw people. Well, finally! All quietly sat on shitty shops of leather and gloomily staring at the wall. A dozen, it seems.
- Who to extreme trauma?
Bearded guy with a huge bushy eyebrows said hollow smoky voice:
All to the pathologist.
He turned his head and looked at me with empty eye socket with disgusting oozing blood. Blood oozed from numerous burns and cuts through the holes in the clothes. From my side, hidden by the hair, hung polyterpene ear. Yes its on a gurney in the intensive care unit is necessary, and it sits in the queue. Here and free medicine. Sunk. Restraining gag gusts, I muttered:
"Yes, little brother, a pathologist to you at the time.
I again visited the place. Someone rugged, someone burned a woman stumps instead of legs, of which gushing blood. Grandma next carefully holds guts hanging out... Yeah so not live, and they sit there as if nothing had happened, only what ailments do not discuss.
I asked:
- Five hundred seventh is who?
Silence. It is logical. I would with such sores is not talking.
Intending to obliterate lazy doctor, I pulled the door and froze. The man in the white suit dangling on the rope, fun bulging his eyes and sticking out his tongue. "Khodyakov Ignat'evich," said the badge. My card was listed the same last name.
- Healed hand, called, my voice from fear and anger gave rooster. - A fucking mess!
Need to find somebody to help those dohodyaga that took the doctor called the police... but at least something to do!
Slamming the door behind her, I realized that the one I have will not go anywhere. I started something close to stupor and hysterical at the same time. I visited again a crowd of cripples on my side with the edge of saw a beautiful brunette in a dark red dress and with kind eyes. In appearance she was whole. And this is a plus. I plopped down next to her.
"Listen, girl, what's your name? my voice trembled.
- Alevtina.
- Me, Alex, and then I broke through. - Alya, I go crazy, I need at least one normal person, doctor or nurse, or, at worst, fucking the cleaning lady Baba Claves, grumpy, full, who knows everything, and that it is not held intestine and not dangling in the loop under the ceiling! I'm afraid of. Come with me!
"I can't. My feet do not go. Since morning I sat in the taxi, and now do not go. And, besides, " she nodded at all, soon our doctors will come.
- Yes, until they come here all break! I calmed down and leaned against the wall. Al, do you smoke?
- Smoke.
Deciding that from cigarettes, the situation will not be worse, I pulled open the pack and handed it to her.
All perked up:
"Young man, can I?
- And me.
- I would also not given...
After the hands, empty pack flew into the corner.
Yes, we need to decide something, I thought, sipping the bitter smoke.
Around the corner came two big men with the stretcher, scalpels, knives and other tools. Both in the light green costumes. Turn wearily and vainly looking at them continued to pull on the cigarette.
- Alex, the girl nervously put out the cigarette, " I'm scared, I don't want to see it.
- Why be afraid? Now all will help, and then we will tell you the answer, I began to calm down and stopped. One-eyed bearded, former first in line, undressed and lay down on the stretcher: eyes closed, hands at the seams. And doctors busily began to open it. Already opened the chest, hand sorted inside the basins...
And I realized: it's not just doctors. This pathologists. Crazy pathologists, revealing the living.
I whispered:
- Ala, alecca, bring down from here before it's too late...
"I'm not, I'm there, " she pointed to maniacs. - Stay with me, you are alive, you are not touched. And that scares me.
It is "you're alive" I finally angry: - Your mother! - Sarychev, I took a girl on the shoulder. Back immediately stained with something sticky, percolating through red dress at the chest. Trying not to think of it, I took off down the corridor away from this hell.
The door was closed. All sailed.
He heard a creak from the nearest Cabinet looked meter tall man, not another husband. All the body is covered with fur, horns on his head, and instead of the nose Piglet. "Interesting costume, I thought detachedly.
"Hey, coach! - damn it looked. Help the door open.
- Tell you, you don't belong here, and the girl leave.
"Not in joke, and then parakrama, I don't know why I remembered this phrase. Whether Gogol read, whether Vysotsky was pereslushal, but the horned shrugged his shoulders and one hand tore the barn castle.
- And the girl leave, sorry. Her boiler time.
- Alex, " came a plaintive voice. "Nonsense, you must live...
The stairs went up two more. Realizing that this shit is not maskers, I most natural way obgadilca, and to hell with the ladder said:
- We will not harm you, but Alevtina leave.
- Fuck you under the collar, angrily growled and I pulled back.
The pathologist was dressed grandmother, and next turned the hanged man in a white coat and cancel:
Guys, I am, in fact, out of the queue it, I'm a health care worker.
Saw him just walking around with a rope around his neck, I just re not shit in my pants.
We ran to five hundred seventh, I rushed to open the window. And there, on the street, freedom, ended in the autumn and there came the smell of decay. I didn't really know how it smells. Now, the smell of decay rotten leaves, earth and spirit. And the faint smell of rotten. On bare trees sat a crow. And what happened to spring, delighted me literally an hour ago?
I took Alevtina from his shoulder, pulled his Trouser belt and the belt of her dress, wet with blood. I decided not to give her to the monsters, to save whatever it was, albeit at the cost of his life. I never was a hero, fled even from street fights in my childhood, but today I realized that for her is to die.
Tying the girl to his so that she was ahead of me, with her back to me, I limped to the window.
- Alex, leave me, do not...
"Shut up and listen, " I was tired and angry, my voice trembling with fear. - Now we will go in flight. And don't you move, would kill both. And you don't belong here. Your eyes are beautiful.
With a load on his chest I climbed up on the window, stood up at full height, facing the door, and jumped back down. I have no chance to survive, but my body will cushion the fall girl, and maybe it comes down then to my funeral. The main thing is to fall back.
Long seconds I saw a pale sky and the white guy with a huge fluffy wings. He grabbed us by the belt, then flew second, then a third, and I felt that we fly up and to the right. If there is a hell, then why not be angels, I thought.
Self - sacrifice is the highest manifestation of love, I heard an incredibly good soft voice. "You saved...
Then I passed out.
Woke up in the hospital, this time in normal. Looking around myself, I found that bandaged almost all of the body. On the leg plaster, hand tied, Breasts something squeezes.
Where Alevtina?
I was inclined face mask:
What Alevtina? You need to rest.
Back came a second voice:
- Mash, what's his name?
I answered myself:
- Sobolev Alexei Petrovich.
- In the second box your Alevtina. Also the boy asked. You, I guess.
- Live? "I asked the stupid question.
Alive, alive, barely pulled out, relax, we'll talk later.
With me cognac, I was relieved leaned back on the pillow.
Two weeks later I was able to move on crutches, some places have begun to take burns. And although doctors grumbled, all the time I spent at the bedside Alevtina. A month later she came to my house in a wheelchair.
Friends brought me a laptop, and I read about the accident that landed our minibus. Drunk driver of KAMAZ has smeared us on asphalt. Something caught fire, the fire broke out. Of the nine passengers of the minibus only two survived - I and Alevtina. Both drivers were killed. I skimmed through a photo from the scene and knew the people sitting in the queue. Breasty the vulture was the culprit, grandmother threw on the pavement, on the way Razborov her belly. By the way, Khodyakov hanged that morning from unrequited love, though not in the office and at home. I learned about it from talking to the medical staff.
I was discharged four months later. Alevtina went through six months in a wheelchair. It is my future wife moved to the Registrar.
Somehow after several operations, strolling through the Park on his own feet, Alevtina told me about what happened with her. Her memories completely coincided with mine, except for one moment. She and the rest of the queue, I was sent to the morgue. "You know, we you were jealous, " she sighed. "You was alive...
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