Ho-ho, your mother is your mother! and.

Now I'll tell you a colotamp vanilla story with a hatchback. As the hellish work of the district pediatrician and the common trends in healthcare brought happiness to two individuals separately.

I give a tooth to reality. My own, not a cat.

I rarely cross with municipal medicine. But it happens. 31 December 2017. Everyone is ready to cut the olive.

The daughter gives a temperature in the morning with a rednessing throat and cough, complains of pain in the ear.

We call the clinic - you can come, but you will wait a long time and hz when you come to the reception.

And our clinic, which I went to as a child, is a horror, in which only a movie about post-apocalypse to shoot. In the corridors it is cold in winter. We decide to call home. Calling private clinics - refusal everywhere. There are too many challenges, we don’t accept them anymore. No reception, everything is filled. Well, what to do, we call our clinic again. We call home, wait during the day.

I have a rookie friend. Let him be Dima (the name changed). 1.80 height, under a hundred weight, the voice of a bubble like a barrel, a beard with a spade. Funny and generally a good man. Not married, it didn’t work out. My friend is used by all of us and two other children’s families from our company as Santa Claus. Here he arrived, according to the last plan, at two o’clock in the day. Despite the slight illness, she was waiting for Santa and was happy. In general, while they were communicating with "grandpa", he recorded a homeophone. The doctor called?

The doctor comes, of course, Tosya from the "Girls". Small, thin but very serious. Anna Victoria (the name was changed) Healthy pants, ski trousers, walnuts and snow covered. They laughed that Santa Claus and the doctor were there. Op-pa, while she laid out her bag and washed her hands, I ask - and you are not carried, are you right in the snow? He says, it’s all on foot. Well, we woke up, snow, heavy walking, and the new year again. She looked at the small, diagnosed the meeting, while writing appointments, her phone ringed. Cable to ear, some replicas there. Then she put the phone, wrote on a sheet, and then flashed. We are all – what happened? She - and nothing, and then threw the pen, as the girl closed her eyes with her palms and cried. Through tears he speaks quickly, I don't have time for anything at all, two sites were thrown, the neighbor's pediatrician resigned, no one is there, and new and new challenges are given when I get around them all. But quickly dealt with myself, forgive me, says that I am here, but do not write complaints, please. Yes, we were not going... Here comes Dimka, who has remained silent until now, in Santa Claus costume. Grohochet with his bass: gather, Anna Victoria, I have no more business today, go, I will take you to all the addresses. It is not at first, not in any. But Dimon will not move if he is stiffened. In general, they plunged into his Galoperidol (this is how we call his horrifying hunda galoper) and carried Santa Claus the doctor by addresses, and then brought home to her parents in the evening.

In short, Dimon invited her to a date. They began to live together after 3 months, Anna Victoria moved to Dimon. They married six months later. Now (at the time of the first publication, April 2019) the boy is waiting.

c) Mythology