I want to officially apologize to the creators of the pornography industry. From childhood, he considered this "scientifically popular art" documentary and boring. And, if “the most important of all the arts of cinema,” pornography, to this day, is “the most important of the cinema!” In which there are no bloody scenes of violence, no lies and no scattered political propaganda.
Thank you Uncle Vassula!
It was a recent story of news on the 1st channel about new standards in the reception of patients at the Sklifosovsky Hospital. It was said and shown there that when receiving injured patients, X-rays are now made straight at the entrance by such a device on wheels. Oh a miracle! It is :)
In the summer of 1981 I was 11 years old. Mining village in the Far East. We spent the holidays and as much as we could. That day we climbed the trees and roofs. A branch broke under me and I climbed on the fence from 2 meters. I was fortunate that the fence was low and the area of the district hospital was across the road. So I first got off the fence, clogged a hole in my right side with my hand and drowned into the hospital. Tired, he just started to breathe slowly after a painful shock, the bloodshed chopsticks, sat down on the wreck of the laboratory and here a good aunt goes. She saw me in the blood and said in a good voice, “boy! You have to go to the hospital and go on. The Pilates! Where am I going?
Arrived at the ambulance, there the man is pulled out of the eye. Sitting on the couch to wait. Here they saw me and led me to the surgical department. To the middle of the staircase to the 2nd floor reached himself, then cut off.
I was lucky for the second time. Surgeon from God Uncle Vasya Cherepanov!
On the couch, at the entrance to the department, I was taken a X-ray just by a wheeled device, put a catheter for future droplets, and since then I know my blood group. The hospital was repaired, so I was operated in the "dirty" operating room. Not many people know how protective birds sing in the summer outside the window after getting out of anesthesia. I was already discharged from the local gynecology (repair however!!!) is
On the other hand, Uncle Vasy’s one eye had a glass prothesis.
A lot of people have been saved by Uncle Vasya!
Low tribute to you Uncle Vasya Cherepanov for my salvation, long years if alive and thank you for the new standards in the reception of patients in the hospital named Sklifosovsky, established in that far away 1981 in the simple, Soviet, district hospital of the mining village in the Far East!