Doctors

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You meet such people in large hospitals. Tired, quiet men, from 40 about years and older.
Their work makes them wise some almost inhuman or overhole wisdom. Every day they deal with death.

I thought and understood, no, it is not a matter of death. The executioners and coffiners are also with her on "you".

They deal with life, but what a life! The one that finds a thousand thousand ways to prove to a person that he is no one, so, a breakdown of the flesh wringing from pain.

And after that, they continue to remain people. This is difficult.

There are probably such among the military, but they still have very conquered, and these, since they didn’t leave, remained at their work (you can call it so, is it work, or something else? It somehow presses this word, like boots of 39 sizes, on the 46th paw), but since they remained, then they have survived, only they became so quiet and always tired eyes.
I think there are such doctors only in Russia. I talked with doctors in the West. They are superprofessions, but very fingered. Big money makes it possible to recover and have a loud voice. This is neither good nor bad, just another. The type is different.
And our broken and wise, with big hands and some incredible experience.
And I don't want to know what.