One Real day
Alexandr Smetanin
Early in the morning he is lost in thought on his way to work as if for the last time
However, it is more that just a job.
He is often said “You are a talented therapist!
You can't be replaced!”
He comes here every day! He is strained enough.
Elderly woman is cleaning the floors. He thinks to himself: Why am I here? Why don't you tell me?
Small talks – strange, different in a small still ward.
The walls smell like medicine. He is dead tired but nobody cares – he is a doctor.
It's way after eight o'clock!
Two men are playing cards,
the third friend was taken by the ambulance in the morning
Nobody knew it could happen so soon. He seemed to be fine.
And there he is lying on the clean bed with flowers by his side.
A woman with teary eyes is looking at her son -
“I am doing great, mother!” - he says being in pain.
No hands can take away his sufferings, the doctors try in vain.
He knows the worse is ahead of him...
Mother says: Oh, God in Heaven, please help!
Holding him tenderly, giving him tea but deep inside she knows....
Time seemed to stop.
He has fallen asleep. The doctor touches her softly.
Which words to find? - I'm sorry. Be strong!
- It was impossible to save him.
- Be prepared for the worse.
- If you had earlier arrived...
He turned and walked away so fast
Fresh air is just what he needs
He can't help smoking for a while thinking....
He is in his early age, open to life and inspiration to come his way
However no joy so far, his body is stiff.
Well, this job is not for me, I guess.
It's five o'clock. The shift is over.
One week seems to last a day. He is concentrated.
He is brave, reasonable but nevertheless it kills him.
People understand why stays away from hard work.
In hospice.