Citizens, listen to me

Director of the famous Moscow school "Class-Center" Sergey Kazarnovsky dictates from the Chamber of the Covid branch of one of the Moscow hospitals

At night, the neighbor frantically hissed through an oxygen apparatus: "Help!" I jumped up by pressing the call button, and just in case I jumped into the corridor. Towards - a girl, straightens the hood, a mask and protective glasses. For the first time in a week I caught a glimpse of her face. Cute, quite a girl. In the reception department, when I was brought, there are such, in white overalls, white masks and greenish shoe covers, there were several at once. Complete silence, hour of the night and these ... angels. And also plastic glasses ... Such surprised trembling creatures.

A neighbor, a strong forty -year -old man, for the first time in a few days deeply fell asleep on his stomach (in this position the maximum time must be covid patients), suddenly waking up in the pillow, frightened ... and screamed. And these angels are not afraid.

Last night he was very scared and insisted that the doctor on duty came. The doctor asked a couple of questions and said that he would go a little later - there are a lot of severe patients.

Came.

He listened.

Without a mask, the neighbor immediately begins to choke, coughs as if he wants to take out his entire inside out.

And to the toilet? But there is simply not enough tubes to the toilet. The doctor asked the angel to lengthen the tubes. But the main question was the main question.

- When I can just breathe, without a mask?

- Not soon. This is a long process. Everyone has different. With vaccination, everything would be easier. And you have 50% lung damage.

Coaked.

There are four of us in the ward. I am the sixth day, the rest are already all new and all the younger than me. One 60. He all the time curses with his wife on the phone - it was necessary to vaccinate or not. She is also with Covid, but at home. On the third day, they also put on an oxygen mask. Low saturation - saturation of blood oxygen. He also has diabetes. And the “stupid” and oncology forgotten four years ago surfaced. And every day with his wife finds out who infected him.

Another forty -year -old handsome man. Very intelligible, fitness -oriented in figure. Appeared the day before yesterday. Soon, a food gear in a wheelchair arrived after him. The angel-nun grumbled that if not for a stroller, she would never have taken anything.

He speaks insinuatingly on the phone, without emotion: “... Sobyanin’s decree does not bother me. This is contrary to federal law! And don't bother me anymore! I am in the hospital ... ”He puts the phone.

Our chamber has a three -digit number. And it could well have been No. 6.

A few years ago, my sister was sick, and I often had to go to the Kashirka in the oncocenter. I remember once I go from the metro, and a woman in the shoe covers towards it.

“You forgot to take off the shoe covers,” I say with understanding, I see where it comes from. I didn’t really like it. Further towards the same path of a burden man with a large portfolio, also in shoe covers. With understanding I repeat my text.

- ( A man, without stopping. ) I still go to another corps.

Also from the chamber No. 6. I also lost meanings.

In April he buried his second cousin. Covid. 81 years old. Immediately a cousin and nephew ran a vaccine. A week later, father -in -law left. Same. 92. There are many people at the wake, mostly elderly. Everyone asked, but really, Covid? Well, time has come, we will all be there !!! Nonsense! Doctors in the hospital said at the first examination - live 120 years. He was sick in life, like all men, only in the morning. The nurse fell ill.

Ten days later, he buried his friend. The most famous theater decorator. 60. In parting - the entire production theater Moscow. Directors of theaters, overalls, artists. Can't be. Healthy man. Everything is in shock. Not vaccinated? And it began. Retelling of social networks, discontent by the state-assembly ...

What are you guys good, my dear one -fellers!

You were not told other fairy tales, except about Koshchei Immortal? So this is a fairy tale. This is a war!

Moreover, the enemy, bitch, does not go to hand -to -hand. Mimic. Easily flew from the continent to the continent. You were not taught that the most terrible diseases are internal, and the most terrible civil wars are not obvious.

Here without a trend, you need to decide. Not used to yourself! When not everything is unambiguous? And when is the decision of his fate turn out to be a decision of the fate of a huge number of people around? And any solution is ambiguous. And you need to accept. My dear, there is life, and you need to take a step towards. Whatever the doctor I came across: the district, chief, on duty, treating ... Everyone said that my post -delicious antibodies stood up for me. 167 combat units stood up for my life.

And if not for them, it was not yet known what would be ... The unknown needs to be stopped! There is such a person - Nikolai Nikulin. He wrote a book, no, he simply recorded his memories of the war in order to "free himself from the past." And his “chef”, the director of the Hermitage, academician Piotrovsky Mikhail Borisovich, helped to release these memories as a book. "Memories of the war." There is a scene, as they explain to the very young conscripts on the “training” in Leningrad that the war began.

“... One fine day, the division was built on the parade ground in front of the barracks, and we were ordered to build nearby. We joked, chatted, wondered what would happen. They ordered "quietly" and brought two, without belts. Then the captain began to read the paper: these two for desertion were sentenced to death. And then, right away - we still did not have time to understand anything - the machine gunners shot both. Simply, without ceremonies ... The figures twitched and froze. The doctor stated death. The bodies were buried at the edge of the parade ground, giving and drowning the ground. In dead silence, we parted. Shot, as it turned out, just left without permission to the city - to see relatives ... "

“Citizens, listen to me. GOP with a sense - I will ... ”I knew this song from the pioneer camps. Much later, I learned about the poem by Yevgeny Yevtushenko.

It seems to me that now it is important to read it.

Citizens, listen to me

I am on the steamer "Friedrich Engels",

Well, in my head - such heresy,

Thoughts of stingy crush.

I do not understand - I can hear

or something, complete confusion and pain:

"Citizens, listen to me ..."

The deck is bent and groans,

under the accordion of the deck Charlestonite,

And on the tank, thinly pray

Trying to break into a feral

Songs overturning the beginning:

"Citizens, listen to me ..."

There sits a soldier on a barrel.

He leaned on a forelock to the guitar,

fingers bewildered by wise.

He is a guitar and he is pushing himself,

And from the lips painfully emanates:

"Citizens, listen to me ..."

Citizens do not want to listen to him.

Citizens would drink and bite off

And dance, and other things - Mura!

However, no, it is also important for them to sleep.

That he was inevitably treated to them:

"Citizens, listen to me ..."?

Someone tomato loudly louds,

Someone chain cards,

Someone with boots Paul Mozolit

Someone at the accordion tears the fur.

But how many times did it shout in any

And the same beginning whispered:

"Citizens, listen to me ..."

Someone sometimes did not listen to them either.

Pouring the ribs and Korozha,

The essence could not speak out.

And now, with a soul driven inside,

They do not want to hear someone else's:

"Citizens, listen to me ..."

Eh, soldiers against the backdrop of the boots,

I am the same - only without a guitar ...

Through rivers, mountains and seas

I wander and stretch my hands

And, already hoarse, I repeat:

"Citizens, listen to me ..."

It's scary if they don’t want to listen.

It’s scary if they start listening.

Suddenly the whole song is generally small,

Suddenly everything will be negligible in it, except

this painful with blood:

"Citizens, listen to me ..."?!