He was rescued and his mother rescued. Then two nurses and Egorych, barefoot on their left leg, finally freed from the hated splinter, transferred the nursery to the hospital on bearings.
When she, already quiet and pale, was lying, covered with tiles, when the baby sat in the wardrobe next door and everything went well, I asked her:
Why, mother, have you found no better place to give birth than on the bridge? Why didn’t he come on a horse?
She answered:
The father did not give the horse. Five verses, he said, all you will come. Grandma is healthy. No horse to hunt.
“Your fool and your pig,” I replied.
“Oh, what a dark people,” Pelageya Ivanovna sadly added, and then somewhat sneered.
(C) Bulgakov "Notes of a Young Doctor"