The case happened in the hospital 6 years ago, I was lying in the intensive care unit, with me in the chamber were 4 women of very old age. But, to my surprise, the stereotypes about grandmothers did not spread to them. We could talk about everything, they were fun, funny, and to one of them came a husband-grandfather from another chamber and every evening read to us all the poems of Yesenin, Brodsky and Blok. by Naughty!) But history is not about that.

With feeding in the state hospitals was always bad, that year was no exception. But every night after work, my mother came to me and brought me some delicious food. No, I could have done it myself, but the hospital was not full-time. Every night, at the same time, I went out to meet my mother. And one evening she called and warned that she would not come, was delayed at work. The salt was that she called at 18:20, and dinner in the dining room started at 18:00. When I came there, there was nothing left, and Aunt Luda just shrugged her hands.

Nothing to do, I went to the room. Fortunately, an hour after dinner, the kefir was spread.

The grandmothers began to ask me heartbrokenly what I was doing in the chamber, because by 19:00 I was stable with my mom. I told the truth and I was just called for an injection.

When I arrived, there was a bunch of varied food on my table: apples, breasts, juice, a piece of cooked chicken, cabbage in a thermos and biscuits. At the same time, all the grandmothers were sitting with poker faces and pretending that Santa was just here.

My gratitude has no limits. I still remember that with great warmth. Per the oldest of them is no longer alive (as sad as it is), but I always wish them health, long years and the same kindness around. I sincerely try to comply.