Doctor from San Diego

An excerpt from a conversation between two old ladies listened to in an electric car near the Arsk station.

The evening.
In the semi-empty car, it was pretty blind, and the grandmothers sat on the shop behind my back. I don’t even know what they looked like:

We ate a snack, a week, a week. A month ago they left.
Did Ramsey come to you with your child? How is it called?
His name is Chris. He is eight years old and I have never seen him before.
Is Chris like a rat? What kind of man was he called?
"Ramil's wife beat, and I'm used to it, and there, in Diego, there are a lot of Criss, no pain and irritation.
To whom is it similar?
- A copy of grandfather, the same eyebrows, nose, from the hand would not drop, but painfully already heavy, as Ramil in childhood. Good - there is no strength, but you can still see that the Negriton...
Do you miss?
And then not. But they left me a talk, Chris tried to buy. Now I can talk and watch as much as I want.
The phone is? And to look?
What kind of phone is that? Not a phone, but a box like a chess board. How are computers? It’s the same, but not the computer. You open - on the top cover the TV, and the printing machine at the bottom.
When I want to call them, I take a notebook, Chris painted everything for me – what to press first, what to follow. A very wise machine. From her still on the wire goes such, like a pudrenice. At first, I played for hours, the evil was lacking. You pull it on the table until you get where it should be. And all, the television says Chris. He sees and hears me there too. We talk so at night.
What at night? Sleep a servant.
And they’re there in Diego, it’s the very day at night.
Is it expensive to negotiate?
They say cheap, I don’t know, they pay cold themselves.
Is it good to see and hear? You are as deaf as a thief.
As in a movie, Chris showed me their house, palm trees and even reached the sea. Good house, beautiful, like a supermarket in Kazan.
Hearing is normal.
At first, when I bought the device, I could not understand that it was there. To whisper like a mosquito, and words do not understand, do not hear.
Crisic thought to buy me screams, wooden such, as if the youth listen to music. It hurt, very loudly.
I was drumming here the other day and the elbow was heavily swaddled, the wood rubbed. At first nothing, and by night it broke so that the hand doesn't shake.
I don’t sleep, I start my bucket.
Crisic looked at me and said, “What’s so sad, grandmother?”
I told him how the wood rubbed and stinked, he says, - and you blow on the wound, it will not hurt.
I say, “Someone, I live alone, so how can I swallow my elbow? Think for yourself.
Chris pulled his eyebrows and said, “Let me blow you. Remove the clutches from the screamer and spin the biggest sound.
I removed the net, turned around, and asked:
What next?
“And then, grandmother, bring the folded elbow as close as possible to the scream, but don’t touch it.
I did so, and he started to blow out loudly – “P.R.R.R.R.” And I felt the wind from the scream with my elbow...He really did! And you know, the hand immediately became easier...
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So you are? Good news, they will come again. Take your bags and go out.