About extravagants, witches and healers.

This is a two-digit number years ago. in the Ural area. Tormented by the most severe catchy syndrome caused by the three-day communication with the general from the State Gortechnadzor, I listened to the advice of my own driver:

“The boss,” he says, “there is a grandmother in the village, who removes all sicknesses by imposing her hands. Nearly 50 kilometers. You and I are not a hood. And the grandmother is a celebrity in the whole Ural. They even go to her from abroad to be treated, from the village where Vanga lived.

I agreed to hopelessness. There is a shop in the village.

My grandmother’s house was strange. That is, not a peasant cottage, but a house in the village. The old. A hundred and a half years. Whether the hospital was before, or the school, or just a factory spokesperson lived. The door was opened by the same grandmother.

Precisely not a grandmother at all - a grandmother will not turn the tongue, but a tall and slim old lady with a hooked nose, all in a black dress to her feet. With a black collar and manches. As a child, I was represented by the old lady of the Bronze Bird. And this was also called Martha Akinfievna, which in Demidovsky places sounds appealing after sunset. invited into the house. I watched. Without asking, she poured water into a glass and gave it. It became easier.

And minutes after fifteen, under the shocked breath of the driver, told the whole history of the illness. My heart begins to joke. the pressure. And so on, and so on, quite detailed and correct. Herbs were cooked with different, well water, the decoction was cooled, powders of some were poured into the same glass. I didn’t drink immediately, I didn’t bother much. Do you not admire the use of mite of flying mice with twisted frog heads? We promised only by placing hands... But here, the driver just asked where she knew everything about us.

What do you know about Alcatraz? I also think of Newton. I have been in the district hospital for fifty years, of whom thirty are managers. Now health is not enough for work, I sit at home, sometimes help people. And all kinds of idiots like you, - then she nodded on the driver, - rumors spread about the healer's grandmother. Drink, don’t be afraid, it’s already me, there’s aspirin with ascorbic and soothing herbs.

I drank, yes

What about name paternity? When I drank, I asked a question.

You should have felt it somehow. Yeeh, an intelligent man, and you drink vodka in such amounts. Must be more restrained. And so I am Maria Afanasievna Nikitina. Without miracles and miracles.

I still stuck here. A good aunt. I could even offer a bowl. Three seas with a glove.