'HOSPITAL NO. 2'
The visitors didn’t take long to wait themselves.Prologue
December 1, 2023 at 8:34 AM
Emil woke up cheerful as always even without any alarm clocks. The summer sun gently shone bright and baking rays through the bedroom window. Waking up from a pleasant dream, he quickly did morning exercises, and only then went to eat breakfast. And Emil had to do all these things very quickly, because he had an important event planned. So he packed up, locked the empty apartment and left the house.
On the street, Emil was immediately blinded by the reflection of a shining luminary, which ran like a sunbeam over the roofs and canopies of the buildings of the Moscow Presidential Cadet Academy named after Sholokhov. But most of all he liked to look at the monuments of historical figures placed on its territory. They were mostly military figures. Contemplating these pedestals, Emil admired the unique history of great state of Russia. However, he didn’t have time right now, so Emil hurried by a quick and short way straight through the park.
He knew this path ’cause walking along it frequently. Passing a bushy and green small alleys at the shore of the Pike Pond, Emil went out to the front part of the manor estate, where the museum of manor culture is now located. Beyond the majestic cast iron gates on the ancient bridge, which was decorated with chandeliers in the shape of griffins, the former seigniorial house of the Golitsyn estate perched in a forest belt. He walked along the shore of the Upper Pond, which is located opposite the magnificent Riding Court with the 'Horse Tamers' figures. These sculptures exactly repeated similar creations on the Anichkov Bridge in Petersburg. After a twenty-minute walk through the forest, Emil came out to the Father Frost Moscow Estate and already from it he headed in the direction of the north past the wooden towers in Old Rus style. Coming out of the forest, surrounded by garages on the left and a hospital on the right, Emil approached the tall seventeen-story residential house, where he sat down at the empty bus stop with the warped inscription: