Democracy is the power of a crying minority over a law-abiding majority.

case of operation. The Surgeon's Story

"At 12 a.m., a phone call: "Please come to the gynecological department of the municipal hospital. The woman’s stomach opened and we don’t know what to do next.”

I go to the operating room. Immediately I learn that the head of this department, an experienced head, is on leave. The students are operating. The abdominal cavity is covered with a small cross section. A young woman, a cosmetic cut, when they made this cut, thought they would meet a small ovarian cyst, and found a large peritoneal tumor that goes deep into the small pelvis. And here they stand over their open stomachs. Shear - conscience does not allow, to isolate the tumor - are also afraid: the area is very dangerous and completely unfamiliar to them. Neither there nor here. and stupid. This story has been going on for 3 hours!

Everyone is looking at me, waiting for an exit. I have to calm them and encourage them with my appearance, so I smile and talk very easily and relaxedly. I open my peritoneum over the tumor and enter the abdominal area. The tumor is ugly, dense, almost immobile, goes deep into the pelvis, where the eye can not penetrate, but only to the touch. You can or can not remove this tumor - you will not immediately say, you need to start, and there will be visible. Very deep, very tight and very dark. There are vital organs and major blood vessels. Separate the upper pole from the general artery.

The easiest part of the operation, not very deep, and the wall of the artery is dense, it is not easy to hurt it. It even turns out to be beautiful, elegant, a little “for the public.” The result is unexpected. From the sight of a pulsing artery in my assistants begins hysteria. It seems to them that we have entered some terrible hole from which there is no way out. It affects three hours of previous tension. The gynecologist stands opposite, her eyes are enlarged. She cried out, “Enough! Stop to! There will be bleeding!” She grabs me by the hand, pushing me out of the wound. He is screaming all the time. Her hysteria is contagious. There are a lot of people in the operation. Doctors and nurses are here, even the nurses are here. And from her cries they begin to boil. Everything is collapsing.

I am covered by anger. “Silence,” I say to her, “Close your mouth! Tra-to to to to!“She is really silent. An elderly surgeon suddenly grumbled with a quick speech: “Thank God! Thanks to God! The man smells, the man smells. I heard such words, such words... Everything is well, Everything is well! It is OK!” And they calmed down. have believed.

Go further and deeper. I need long scissors, but they don’t exist, and with the scissors I’ve been given, you can’t work in depth. His own hands hide the field of sight, nothing is visible. In addition, the branches of these scissors differ, the tips do not connect. You can’t make a delicate movement (and it’s here, in such a narrow space). There is no blood supply either. The assistants are falling from their feet and do not understand anything. And again they say supplicantly, overwhelmingly, but without hysteria, convincingly: take a piece and go. There is no blood, no tools, we are bad assistants to you, you see where you got. What if he bleeds if he dies?

At this time, I am just separating the urethra, which is tightly attached to the lower surface of the tumor. A millimeter, a centimeter, in the dark. Sweat on the forehead, on the back, on the legs, tension hell. The ureter is separated. Even deeper the tumor attached to the extra-abdominal part of the rectum. There is only a feeling. I need normal knives. I cut bad slices. I force one assistant to put on a rubber gloves and push the patient’s finger into the rectum. My finger touches her finger from the side of the stomach and cuts her finger. And all the time at the base of the scissors - a wide, ugly and dangerous movement.

The tumor from the rectum is still separated. Only the patient is worse, almost five hours on the table with an open stomach. The pressure drops, the pulse divides. There is no blood at the transfusion station. Why is there no blood at the blood transfusion station? I scream somewhere in space to be brought immediately, to open their veins and to have the blood be this moment, immediately! “We have already gone,” they say.

So far there is nothing to move. You cannot allow bleeding, in no case: we will lose the patient. And the place is damned, bleeding - a small pelvis. All that has been so far is not the most difficult. Now I have come to the terrible. The tumor was infiltrated into the lower wall of the internal pelvic vein. The vein lies in the bone marrow, and if its wall explodes - the gap will easily go into the depth of the marrow, you will not sew there. However, I do not have to think about it. The tumor is almost in my hands, the assistants calmed down, the worst they can’t see. A heavy rough stone hangs on a thin venous wall. Now the rock is freed from above, and from below, and from the side. With one accidental movement of his, he can pull and blow the vein.

But the main danger is me and my bad scissors. I slide my finger in front of the rock - into the bottom, in the dark, to somehow highlight the dull front pole and slightly pull the tumor onto yourself - from the dark to the light. Yes is. It seems to be moving, moving. Something is already seen. And in this moment - a terrible whispering sound: blood shed from the depths of the small pelvis. The bleeding!! to

The assistants shout desperately, and I grab the towel and squeeze it into the depths from where it flows. I push my finger! I stop, but this is temporary - while I give, while the towel is there. There is no blood to replace it. You need to think about what to do, evaluate the situation, find a way out, some solution.

Then I realize that I am in a trap. There is no exit. To stop the bleeding, you need to remove the tumor, nothing is visible behind it. Where does it flow? It is impossible to remove it. I don’t see the boundary between the wall of the vein and the damned stone. Something else can be seen above. Deeper in the dark? Sweatshirts and brands do not fit together. There will be no gentle, tiny cut. Crash, a woman will die.

A whirlwind and war runs in my head: “Why did I do this? Where did you go? Asked not to go. He was wise and wise.” And the blood, though not fragile, flows from under the tight wipes. Instead of anything else, a beautiful young woman dies. You need to quickly find the trap, quickly - time goes away. Where is the trap? What is Chess? The surgical solution is quick, clear, risky, any! And he is not! No is!

And then a hot heavy wave hits the head from the inside; the beard throws, the head hits through the ceiling – up, up, and strange, unknown words rise out of the afflicted soul: “Lord, strengthen my hand! Give me reason! Give me!” Something came from there. The second breath? The body is dry and cheerful, the thought is fresh, sharp and the eyes on the tip of the fingers. And the absolute certainty that I will do everything right now, I don’t know how, but I’m the master of the situation, it’s clear. It went quickly, easily. I remove the vein from the tumor. It just goes! Smooth and clean, as in medicine. All of. I have a tumor on my hand. The bleeding stopped.

Blood was brought here. Absolutely well. I said to them, “What are you moaning about? You see, everything ended well.” And they worship. Tatsat alcohol (I fought a lot, such and drink great). Only I do not drink. They are happy again.

The patient woke up. I bow to her and drop tears on her face."

by Emil Eisenstein. Dispenser: Passions and Repentance of the Chief Doctor (1997)

During the negotiations on Nord Stream 2, Merkel and Putin divided Poland as usual.

As a child I went to kindergarten. Before the New Year, the teacher told us to bring myshures for the new year, decorate the tree.

So, at home, I demanded that I be taken with me to the FARS garden, because I forgot the word myshur and I was sure that it was the farch that was needed, and not what kind of myshur there is.

Today I suddenly remember how I liked the series "Brigade" when I was a teenager. The last series could not be seen and I gave the cassette (for sight) to a friend, asked her to record this series for me. I remember watching, crying, experiencing, killed my favorite hero (Cosmos). The titles passed and I am all in trouble, all in sadness... And then the wedding of my parents begins to show. Somewhere in the middle. Your own mother! All my sorrow was removed with my hand. I was cold of horror. What have I done? How could I give the wrong recording?  Fuck, Fuck, Fuck... I’ve kept this secret for 17 years.  It’s good that no one has sights anymore.  And it seems that the wedding video is being filmed so that the video operator can make money (joke).  My parents never wanted to watch the recording. Now we live in different cities and I very hopefully that my cottage will remain a secret.

We had a cat and a small dog 17 years ago. They were violet on each other, they did not interact at all. Both animals are not noisy, the dog is silent, but hyperactive.

And then one day we began to notice how they were together (!) They sit on the floor next door and look at the same spot on an empty wall. They sit for a few minutes during the day and break up. This was especially unusual for the pessimist, who could not sit still for a minute. At such moments, I approached the wall, studied it for bushes/spades/powders/shadows/blinkings that could attract the attention of the animals, tried to move their attention to myself, shrugged my hands and covered the wall with myself – all at zero, they didn’t even blinking looking “through me.” (It happened in the apartment, the walls were concrete, there could not be mice.)

Soon the matter took a new turn: after a couple of usual silent minutes of contemplation of the wall, the dog suddenly began to make a very long, quiet, thin whisper, which became louder and louder, until it moved into a natural hellish whisper with a twist, and all this time the beasts continued to watch the wall, to the same point. I was so upset at that moment! She grabbed the animals into a bite and took them to another room, where they began to behave like nothing happened. In the evening, my mom came from work, and we, as before atheists, walked around the apartment with a candle and read some questionable prayer))) But, strangely enough, the animals stopped behaving strangely (or thought that it was time for the owners to get rid of it, and they stopped trolling us).

A similar incident occurred in isolation with the same cat and another dog 10 years later, but then they “watched” something from the entrance door to the distant room.

I wonder what they have seen so far. Per we also have some “Lohah Plyp”

Xxx: Generally speaking, if your life is dull and sad and you work in open offices, go for a "big dragon dildo buy" from a dozen colleagues on the compass.

Yyy: Ooooh thank you! Now I will know how to teach colleagues to block comps!!! to

Zxx: a more interesting version of "The male ass imitator price", "swing party for same-sex love", "how to join a united Russia"

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX We are all people!

Xxx: But did you know that if you want to fold all people into a large titanium cube and bury it in the ocean, then you will need a cube with a side of 1135m. Taking the dimensions of each of the 6.5 billion people 1.8x0,5x0.25m.

If you use the press, the side of the titanium cube can be reduced to 770m. Humanity is compact. There is enough space on the planet for everyone.

Yyy: Ocean level will rise - coastal life will drown

Xxx: A titanium cube with a side of 770 meters will repel 456 533 000 m³ of water. Yandex says the area of the world’s oceans is 361.3 million km. The water will rise by 0.0000000013 meters, or 1.26 nanometers. The size of the bacteria starts from 500 nanometers. So even the false legs of amebe will not wet.

I sit at the computer and work.

My daughter, 5 years old:

D: Paaap, can I watch the cartoon on the computer when you finish?

I: No, watch your eyes, you’ve already seen two cartoons today.

Q: Can I paint on the computer? (My daughter likes to paint in painting)

I: (I think, okay, let it still paint for 10 minutes): Yes, of course you can.

D: So it’s still a computer, which means the same thing for the eyes! So why can’t a cartoon and can’t paint?

I: I told you not to paint then either.

D: Well paaaap!! to

The xxx:

I will uncover the secret. There are such parents: Five got - and why did not teach? Why is it not cleaned in the room? Closed – why do you shut up? If you read the book, you should go for a walk. Walking, I’d better read the book. I walked, I read, I did all the lessons, I didn’t have anything to do in the room, I grew old and hanged up, I prepared clothes for tomorrow – I was in your years at three circles, and you were lazy. Seriously, the best way to kill a child’s motivation is to meet any of his achievements with criticism and blasphemy. Whatever you do, you are not good, you should have done three more. Believe me, I met you. Consequences are sad.



YYYY :

How many are you now, 12? I was 14 at your age!”

As a child, he lived in a village, his father worked as a car engineer, he went to work on foot, 20 minutes to go.



He went in on the way to work to the store, and I stood there, looking at the vitrine with cookies.

He comes and asks:

Hi, what are you doing here?

Nothing, I just look.

Maybe you want something?

- Cooked cakes, but they are expensive, at 22 cents

My father came to the box and bought me a pack of these cakes. I went out of the store and he said to me:



- Go home, son, and don't just go to the store, not the eyes. What you want, tell me. have agreed?



Okay daddy



I went home and my father went to work.



We just went to the store constantly disadvantaged kids ran, bought nothing, just watched who would eat anything, they were happy. My father came in, and I went in there.

I visited my father recently, and I remembered his case. He smiled and said:

- I bought you these cakes for 5 rubles, and I did not go to the dining week).

- Fuck, daddy... well, I would buy a couple, I would have enough, why so much?

- No, son, you looked at the window so carefully, my heart was stuck. You never asked for anything, there was a little money in the family, my mom after surgery at home for almost a year, lived on my salary, you four. Meat, potatoes, milk, everything was, but I did not pay attention to sweets, sausage is enough. Since then, I have always bought these cakes for your salary. Do you remember?

I remember Dad, thank you.