My city: the tragedy of one family

Боррони Людмила Григорьевна

Novel.

Nadezhda Roman's letter.

The novel, you are mistaken. The belief wanted children too, otherwise it would not be treated.

Mother.

Vera Roman's letter and Nadezhda.

Hello!

The morning sun never lasts a day. Here and I come back home soon. Took a walk and will be enough. My train will arrive to the Leningrad station of the thirteenth at 17:10. This fast, Sapsan.

I will wait, Vera.

Exactly at seventeen hours ten minutes Moscow time number … arrived to a way the white high-speed train Sapsan. Having gone out of the train, the young woman went according to the platform to an exit. Having passed through the metaldetector, it passed further and entered the station, passed it all and came to Three Station Square. This was Vera. It just arrived from St. Petersburg where spent the vacation.

Nobody met her though it also sent the letter to Roman and Nadezhda that they met her if they want. But nobody met her. She faced doors to the station from where now it left, and thought that Roman nevertheless returned to Larisa, and his mother? Obviously, she could not abandon Roman. Though Roman was her son, he, but not it, solved how to him to live.

The belief thought that obviously Larisa achieved the, and … this minute its cellular rang out. The belief pulled out phone from the handbag, looked who called. It was number of the Novel.

– Hallo. Novel, it you?

– Yes, – she heard in reply, is I.

Its voice was excited. Obviously, something happened.

– you where? – hasty she asked. – Something happened?

– Da! – he exclaimed so that it "yes!" Looked rather as "Yes – and-and!". it did not constrain itself(himself) from the problems and with them of emotions which pulled hard on it. – To mother it is bad! Come soon in hospital!

The belief for a second became puzzled: she could not understand how in general it is possible? When she left, everything was normal, and now? Really something occurred? Something that she did not know yet? And what it costs here? It has to be with the husband now, support him in a difficult situation. And it? Why it not there? Why here, at Three Station Square?

She hasty asked.

– you now in what hospital?

– I in Burdenko. Chamber number thirteen.

The belief immediately caught the taxi and, continuing to speak by phone, went to institute of Burdenko.

From Vera's memoirs

Today I was at institute of Burdenko. Visited Nadezhda, Roman's mother. Show. The hope lay in chamber of resuscitation, she could not move hands and legs. Full paralysis. Roman sat in a corridor on a bench. Now expression "on it was appropriate there is no person". Yes, wished nobody it. I asked it how his mother. On what he heaved a deep sigh, and I understood that his mother is bad.

The doctor told that she is paralyzed, and added that she, perhaps, had some stress. Also he added that it is possible it will be forever chained to a bed or to a wheelchair and that it after an extract from hospital will need leaving. Also he suggested to send in this case her to a nursing home or a hospice, but Roman told that to it not to happen. He is still able to take care of the mother.

I asked Roman that I happened? What he answered that "last night Larisa came to them, and imposed requirement that I married her. She was not concerned by such concepts as morals or any other concept, she wanted that I married it, motivating it with the fact that I with it spent that ill-fated night, and she is pregnant". What Roman objected to and, having shown it results of analyses, told that he just purely physically could not conceive it the child, and the fact that it carries in the belly, cannot even be its work remotely. But Larisa claimed that it not so that she did not deceive him that it is his child, but not any other man. But Roman did not trust it and as it is possible to trust that person who insolently deceives you - in any way differently it will not call. Deception and only what else to tell?

His mother was though the tolerant woman, but also she could not stand aside. She squoze the word and did not restrain. It could be heard anywhere, and at first heart, then nerves did not sustain all this horror. To it it became bad, and then paralysis. It confined her to the bed, now she could not move even a finger. And fed her through a tube.

The novel exposed Larisa from the apartment, but it, leaving, told the following: that it is a pity to it, and she will make everything that his mother recovered. What Roman just on it bellowed so at that she was frightened of his furious and mad look.

– Went!!! Bough!

Larisa left, having left Roman of one with the paralyzed mother. The ambulance arrived quickly. Doctors took away the patient and brought to institute of Burdenko. "Here and all history", - the Novel finished the story.

I as could, consoled the husband. I knew, what does it mean - to see how someone needs the help and it is impossible to make anything. Yes, I knew it. Having worked all adult life in hospital, I saw repeatedly as relatives of patients look at the mothers and fathers, grandfathers and grandmothers and cannot do anything with the fact that there will be inevitable soon. This word can be interpreted differently: death, operation and so on, but an essence from it does not change. All know that late or early death will overtake them. We try to delay it, but it is impossible: the sentence will be carried out in the appointed hour and day.

Now, seeing as his mother suffers and knowing who the matter is that, he damned himself, for the fact that he contacted this Larisa. "Better I then would be late for this train", – he abused himself.

I considered that it is destiny, it just tested the highest strength, checked his love for durability. That or whom he loved more and this test it with a crash failed. Though, I considered, in it there is also my fault. Both of us, but who is more than another are guilty? There is a question?

The doctor told us that a condition of the patient steadily heavy, and she will hardly recover today. He advised us to go home, to have a rest. Also he assured us that if that, he will report.

The novel did not want to go home, it wanted to remain here, at institute, near this chamber. To enter to it and to ask for it for all forgiveness. But it was absolutely impossible. I said to him that now it all the same will help nothing to it. He has to go home and have a rest.

Roman looked with an imploring look at the doctor and asked so that it seemed to the doctor that Roman not in. He could not reconcile with a thought that his mother can not live till the morning. She will die, and everything will be over.