Accidentally, at night, I read out to everyone a memorable verse about Barmalay, from Korney of our Chukovsky.
Well, everyone probably remembers – small children... for nothing in the world...

The first part is banal - Daddy and Mommy fell asleep at night, and Tanetchka and Vanetch - to Africa running
In short, the usual children's chaos, exacerbated by the barbed grass of Cornea Ivanich.
However, for our investigation, it is not so important how Tanetchka and Vanetchka were captured by Barmaley.

Begin immediately with the second part, when the children fit Abolit with the words "Switch, let go of these little children."
Continue reading carefully.

But the evil of Ibbolit is enough.
And in the fire of Ibbolita throws.
And it burns, and Ibolit shouts:
“Oh it hurts! Oh it hurts! It hurts!”

That is, Ibolit was physically placed in the fire, and, judging by "Hey, it hurts" - the fire burned.

Next is the "Gorilla Goes, the Crocodile Leads" and Aybolit's prayer for death:

So please, sooner
swallow the barley,
The greedy barbarians
would be missing,
would not swallow
These little kids!

and all. These are Ibsen’s last words. The last force, so to say.

Then begins the Thrash and Ugar:

I am glad, I am glad, I am happy, I am happy, I am happy, I am happy, I am happy, I am happy, I am happy, I am happy.
Then he went to the fire, where he was burning, and the fire was burning. The edition]
You are us, you are us.
He saved from death.
You have released us.
You are in a good hour.
He saw us,
Oh good crocodile!

The remains of Aybolit not only did no one think of pulling out of the fire, but he is not even on the list of children's liberators!
They just forgot about him.
Then everyone switched to Barmalay, who suddenly loved the children and was very happy to go to Leningrad. Then everyone started to have fun and dance, laugh and eat mint spices.
There is no mention anywhere that at least after all these dances and cranes, the children extinguished the fire, took the burnt body of Aybolit from there to betray the Earth. He was either burned to the ground and his ashes were scattered by the wind, according to African customs.

The life of a good doctor turned out to be the price that disobedient children paid for a careless walk through Africa in spite of the parents' ban.