Discussion of the impressions of one girl from passing the medical commission to a medical school.
"But imagine the condition of a 15-year-old girl, whom a 2-meter-old uncle-surgeon holds with two hands over her chest (he is touching the subject of the tumor), looks into her eyes and asks with a penetrated voice: "Do you have a flat foot?"
XXX: I’m all over.
xxx: now it's clear that it's not just over us in the military commission that they are bullying))
xxx: No, shake up, the surgeon in the military chamber touches the eggs and asks, “Is there a peel?”
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YYY: * is dead
XXX is AHA. Fear in the eyes of the perceived and silent question: "Where?"