at you like that??
– — Are you stupid?? When do you sleep, what do you control yourself?? Go, do not bother to work. The whole client was scared, his stupid question, and also an intellectual?! Wah wah, come from here … – Givi, who was in a hurry to the retreating retreating to me, continued in pursuit.
I go further: the second Georgian stands, sells the apricot. No one else, everyone has already curled up.
– — How much apricot? I ask.
– — Fif ten rubles, a kilogram! he answered.
– — Listen, are you new? I have not seen you before. I asked.
– — I’m Givi brother, moved yesterday.
– — And I’m a doctor, see, you see the hospital? I work there. Near the market.
– — I see.
– — Listen, I only have twenty rubles. Weigh twenty, please.
– — Hey, you shit, you don’t see, one kilogram is left. Take it all.
– — Yes, I’m in a hurry to work with my cohabitant in a hurry from work, if I run home, I’ll be late for the visit. Sell at twenty?! You are welcome. Help me out, and I will somehow help you out later.
– — Nat!! – cut off the second Georgian. – What do I weigh twenty tebe, and where the rest where? A kilogram is taken, and half a kilogram is net. A bunch of… what, will I eat myself? What am I, donkey? Go brain do not fuck. Go, do not bother… Uryuk, Uryuk! Fresh fat apricot!!! – Not noticing the doctor, he started yelling Georgians at an empty market. The doctor stood and said before leaving.
– -Okay. You will come to my hospital. “And I, the sad doctor, walked away, remembering everything.” – Seize yourself, stingy…
And for sure. The next day, this second Georgian, not having sold the last kilogram of apricots, ate him unwashed and was poisoned. He came to me – a doctor with no fixed abode, renting a room in this town, and I acquired a doctor’s diploma in the Moscow passage under the name “Okhotny Ryad”. But the fact that we are homeless doctors is true. Where there is an epidemic, we live there, where war is also even where I want to work there, because I am a seasoned offspring of worldly life! So I got here in the province for a meager salary. And certification was not checked. Who will come here, and knowledge on the Internet of rowing, just do not be lazy, especially the principle of consultation helps. Everywhere there is a subordinate who ate this dog and prepares for retirement. They then decide the main thing… In general, this second Georgian pinned me and woke me with a knock on the door, after a stormy homeless weekend.
– — Come in, sit down!! – without raising my eyes, I suggested. – What are you complaining about?
– — er, Doctor, the stomach is swollen, it hurts. Yeah?!
– — Strip to the waist. – I understood and found out who came to me, but did not give a view. He approached him as a stranger and listened to his hairy belly.
Something gurgled and hummed inside the highlander.
– — Mdaaaa … – I pulled, thought, writhing face and said. – Hey, honey, what did you eat?
– — Uryuk. Probably forgot to wash. – the Georgians cried out in pain.
– — You know, apricot is basically nothing to do with. You have diathesis.
– -What?
– — In general, you are pregnant.
– — YOU what?? he exploded. – What is so pregnant???? Hey, ty doctor aunt, yesterday, I know you!! You are taking revenge!!!
– — No, what are you. All symptoms converge to a single diagnosis, to pregnancy.
– — What is another symptom, pregnancy?! Hey wah wah, you go. I’ll go another doctor. You are taking revenge on me for apricot. – and, jumping up proudly, walked away. I giggled, and giggled maliciously at myself and picked up the phone, dialed the number of the second clinic.
– — Alle, Seryoga. Yellow Snow? – he is also a Bum, but he studied at the St. Petersburg Public Library and knew more than I did, the more he, unlike me, lived in the operating room, in addition to the “night shelter” and cellars, where he liked to ask stupid questions. Chukchi, after all, in Africa, Chukchi. And therefore, he occupies the post of head of the therapeutic department and, like me, a therapist. – Hey, Seryoga, Gomiashvili will come to you now, with intestinal poisoning. Tell him that he is pregnant.
– -Are you sure?
– — What difference does it make to you, say that!
– -Okay.
– — Help out, otherwise these apricots got caught in our Russia, we are not considered doctors at all for people…
– — Hey, I’ll do it, bro. – And did.
There is a second Georgian in the market sad-sad and crying. A third Georgian comes up to him, small and shuffles a deck of cards stumbling his nose.
– — Hey Givi, what is so sad?? Let’s go to the point (ass) with play?!
– — Hey wah wah, leave me alone, yeah!! See stomach? Enough already played out. Father you will be soon.
– — Eeeeeee?! – the third Georgian stumbled and, stopping, looked at his uncle…
13 Note
Sorry, please file on b-b-bread…
And it was that frosty winter, before the anniversary of St. Petersburg, on the eve of the feast of St. Nicholas the Wonderworker, the keeper of all the tramps and the homeless, and it was so that all the Orthodox were preparing for the church, and what thoughts they carried with them was their own business. I couldn’t wean myself from the goddess of Lenin, whom the ruling party had been struggling with all my childhood and youth, and then I finished school, so perestroika, and what kind, And the gods were rebuilt from Lenin to Jesus, you want Jehovah, and you want Allah, Krsna, I will, I won’t… To choose which one you like or like?! And even the Communists, who have the truth that there is no God, began to believe each in their own. Fashionable, and voters like. Ends of the world parallel to the world, aliens, in short, powder and powder the brain of the people, so as not to rage and not ask for food. Changeling everything. And Faith is doubt and knowledge, and fanaticism is a pont before each other. As one Orthodox said: the Orthodox are not Christians, but the Alahakbar need to kill everyone. In short, God’s work, this is a personal matter. We sat in the Lavra Forest, in the winter I was scared and tried to melt a bonfire from frozen logs stocked by monks for critical days, and they have urban heating. And why drown? And then, to taste the hot. In a homeless life, a hot meal is sorely lacking, especially in winter. Sausages, convenience foods and other fast foods have long become boring. But the main thing was ahead. Later Lech came up, nicknamed the Humanoid. The district police officer allowed him to smoke when he was twelve years old, as his mother had gone mad from binges.
– — Growth did not come out, so smoke. he said to the Humanoid, who was proud of it as a communist order in Soviet times. He was kicked out of a boarding school for morons because he raped a teacher, and she quit. Just said:
– — I will kill if you do not give!! – he gave in fear for her life. Although she was two more tall, her teeth were three smaller than his horse tusks.
– — Well, did you get alcohol? I asked.
– — Yeah. he answered and sat down at the fire, which was barely burning, but. Tarzan once again proved his nickname. Still, I kindled these frozen logs. He’s an experienced prisoner, nineteen years of imprisonment behind him, left in Sovdep, and went into democracy, they wrote him out of the hut and helped his mother