Контент 18+ Having altered my geographical location for about the 100th time in my life (Moscow was the best among all ports of call), I have been doing a lot of thinking lately about the nature of "change" itself. Some of it is inevitable of course: the trumpets of spring when all the king's men ride out upon their warhorses, the rich and multi-various orchestra of summer among shadows of … Read the rest
On the day before my first nightduty our only anesthetist-resuscitator Elena had given me her own personal phone number.
— Don’t hesitate to disturb me in any case of emergency, — she said. She was an amiable old doctor who could have retired ages ago, but she loved her job and, moreover, there was no other resuscitator in the hospital. I gave her thanks but hoped that … Read the rest
An insight into what makes a 41-year-old mother of 1 son tick.
Jump on, climb inside. Laugh at the humiliations that I have suffered and learn from my mistakes. Cry with me, tears of sorrow or laughter! Celebrate my mistakes and embrace what makes me human. Form an opinion. Share your views if you feel compelled to, be they negative or positive. It’s okay, that’s the point to … Read the rest
My first days in the hospital I worked only during daylight hours to meet the local orders. The hospital needed a doctor so desperately that I was pressed into action even before all the formalities were finished. On my very first day I was invited by a chief security officer into a rather stark and bleak furnished office where he probed me for details about my life, … Read the rest
We were sitting and smoking on the windowsill in a bare examination room inside a hospital. There were out-dated but clean furnishings around us, with patches on the upholstery and traces of multiple repairs on wooden parts. Clearly, someone had at least cared enough to make the room presentable to staff workers. Unlikely somebody could try for the sake of patients here. The doctor next to me was
Контент 18+ (лексика, описание сцен насилия)
In difficult periods of my life I have always relied on my friends and my hobby to give me focus and direction. So it happened again. A weak wind of change blew when a local TV showed a clip about my amateur music band, where I was honing my skill of playing bass-guitar. I thought that their visit was premature because we didn’t perform … Read the rest
In the time of Stalin in our country you wouldn’t have found a family in which no one was in prison. This was the epoch of awful repression, poverty and crime. In one prison cell you could find a murderer and a scientist, a journalist and a robber, someone who had returned from captivity after a war only to be denounced as a spy sitting next to one who