I read it on one of the popular alchemy websites.

English for Euro. of Donetsk.
Reanimation doctors from the Kalinin Hospital told a story, I reproduce by memory.
In the hospital, an ambulance received a patient - a young Englishman with a wild poisoning. The thirsty young man was trying to go into a deep coma all the time, but our doctors did not let compatriot John Youse die from eating in the city created directly by Youse. Returned the guy to the quarter-finals literally three steps to the light at the end of the tunnel. The Englishman came to himself, looked around and, not noticing St. Peter, was dirty.
The boy went to the supermarket and said shit!! and Ochrenel. He has never seen such an abundance of alcohol at the price of 5-10 euros. He has also never seen such a quantity of red caviar, which is prohibited as food in the Kingdom. Go here, there would be money.
And he had – 70 pounds in hryvnia equivalent. He went on. Buying 5 bottles of "white" and 1 kg of red caviar, the Englishman arranged a holiday in honor of English football. And he ate in English too: he drank a glass of vodka and... drank it with a glass of red caviar. Then the cycle repeated.
On the fifth bottle and the fourth bowl of caviar, his gastrointestinal tract leaked. Donetsk doctors in the image of Archangel Gabriel returned the poor to the sinful land.
not for long.
The day after, the ambulance returned the man. With the same signs and watermelon smell everywhere. Losing consciousness, the Englishman politely greeted the already familiar resuscitationists and went to the nirvana. He was hardly drawn from there, he had already seen the Buddha and his singing elephants. Influencing in the English cane enema, doctors advised to switch to at least a separate diet - not to interfere with a kilogram of protein with liters of alcohol.
The Anglo-Saxons understood it. I realized.
A day later, he returned to the hospital as a prince in an ambulance car, surrounded by a white-colored paja. According to him, before the beginning of a new life he decided to mark the end of the old.
The resuscitation brigade roared in the whole voice. Especially when the Englishman said to the doctor, “Hello, Sasha!” and whispered. On the anniversary, the third in a week, the washing of the stomach ran to watch even from the morgue.
Especially rejoiced everyone the desire of the awakened Englishman to learn how to transfer the money for treatment to the hospital. Having learned that we had free medicine, the Englishman tried for the fourth time to fall into a coma.
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