Ha, don’t believe that the doctor can be frightened by the road to the morgue...for them this is quite an ordinary place of lectures, classes, work, and no dark thoughts, like a homeric hoax, does not cause...but here my husband has been travelling, probably, since the year when he came before me and saw a note on the table – “I’m in the morgue.” Then I learned to call there without trembling in the voice. Then he went in. Well, I worked there to do something.