It ' is my life. That are our life.

Part one. Holidays with a demon... (Chronicles of a poltergeist and a poltergeister)... He was terribly pale and thin... M. Yu. Lermontov. "Mtsyri". Instead of an epigraph... So they came, now the hot summer days have arrived, and all the schoolchildren have the usual summer holidays... My nephew asked me to take a swim. He whined and cried, he asked for a pool... I thought and remembered! Next to us, in the city center, there was a small swimming pool. All paved with multi - colored tiles, with dolphins and multi -colored starfish on the bottom, waist - deep for every short child, I remembered the pool as warm and cozy, warmed by the hot June sun and very cute! For the entire summer holiday season, almost the entire summer, I received a nephew, and I was rather happy about him than outraged or upset. His parents received their holidays, rights and complete freedom. The boy's parents could be going on vacation or a cruise. I don’t leave the city in the summer and very rarely leave the house. I think it’s stupid to stomp on the trams of your own city, stand with the trams at all stops, and spend hours getting to the beach. And there you boil in the sun, sometimes rinsing yourself in warm or muddy river water. My nephew had a different, his own, opinion. He loved to swim. And he bathed himself in a small city swimming pool located in the central square of the city. My nephew immediately caught a cold, which I did not immediately notice, and a disease about which I understood nothing, unaccustomed to the constant care of “small” children. So, just recently, I received a healthy boy from my parents. I received it in the summer from my parents, I received it temporarily, for the entire season of their parental vacation, the first and only one after the birth of a child, for the entire season of summer vacation begged for at work. And suddenly I acquired, it turns out, a sick child who fell ill, incomprehensibly and rapidly. Yesterday, a boy was running along the street near the house, rushing around the yard and around the house, and inside the house, from room to room, he moved so quickly that he slightly interfered with my work. But I humbled myself and endured. In the summer, there is relief in my work, those long-awaited vacations, a much-needed or forced break - stagnation. My clients, who so often in all other seasons of the year need a specialist in exorcism and exorcism (also exorcism of spirits!), run away on vacation, fly to Cyprus, Crete, Egypt or the south. My clients take a break from their problems and force me to take a break too. I find the city a great place to relax in the summer. The old house, which was left to me as an inheritance from my father, and to him, my father, inherited from my grandfather, perfectly filters out excess solar heat and allows into the rooms only warmth and fresh air that are pleasant to the whole body and body... I must tell a story, I can lead a story , adhering to the sequence and order of events. So, for almost the entire summer of this year, I received a nephew to raise. During the long summer holidays. His parents were going on vacation. I stayed because I always worked without vacation. I can say that I think it’s stupid to travel long distances and vacation in other countries too. My permanent secretary and assistant, Ekaterina, is going on vacation, resting. I’m sitting in a chair, without air conditioning, in the coolness of an old house, whose constant comfort becomes clearer (or more necessary) to me as soon as things stop bothering me. Few clients come in summer. It’s not that unnatural events suddenly stop happening, no. There are as many of them as in all other seasons. But people stop noticing unpleasant events in the summer. Or they try not to pay attention to them. The city is emptying, the beaches are filling up. I consider slowly roasting one's own body not stupid, but selfish. I don’t understand or don’t approve of such a vacation, maybe I’m just lazy... My nephew didn't bother me. Then he got sick. I still didn’t understand why this sudden summer illness started, so I called a doctor to my house. And then everything went right or well. The doctor came at a convenient time for a visit, changed medications, prescribed new pills, approved and stroked my nephew, encouraged and reassured me... Days passed after days. I learned some non - essential things about how difficult it can be as a parent. My boy didn’t complain or be capricious. He became very weak, did not wake up at night and no longer cried at night, and by the morning he was covered in wet sweat. And then he sweated little by little and lightly all day. I began to think about an incomprehensible and strange inflammation that had started inside, in the child’s body... The very essence of my work forced me to suspect such events. Find an unknown and harmful entity - a poltergeist, suspect it, remove it from people's lives! Therefore, I went with my nephew to an appointment with the Head of the Children's Clinic. The Head of the Precinct persuaded me and calmed me down with a pleasant conversation. On Friday evening, I left her office calm and lulled by the trusting, bossy simplicity, walked towards the exit, turned accidentally and, accidentally finding myself in the children's pre - medical examination room, asked, remembering episodes of my own painful childhood, for a referral form for a blood test. And I received a referral form for a General Blood Test! Feeling like a vampire - a loser or a vampire - a beginner, he wrote the magic word “cito!” into the research form, which meant the doctor’s order to do a blood test without a queue and very quickly! And, having thus forged a doctor’s referral, holding his nephew under his arm, he went into a nearby laboratory and took the necessary blood tests from his nephew’s finger there. The misfortune began on Saturday morning. I would have to thank that elderly nurse who wrote me constant referrals for tests on my initiative or personal request, and also, as it became clear now, in the absence of correct or any treatment at all from our common distinguished and very friendly doctor. And donating blood remained our only treatment... So I grumbled, but went on Friday evening, obediently giving up my little child’s finger for a painful injection. The boy shuddered and did not cry. Recently, in our common life with him, so many common impossibilities or unnecessary things have appeared, uniting us under a common “no”... With the child, we didn’t worry together, we just lost our appetite. Everything was explained by doctors simply, the usual summer heat, not illness. We drank water, we didn’t eat any more food, we trusted OUR DOCTOR, so we didn’t worry. And we were never nervous. On City Day, on Saturday morning, at about nine in the morning, a nurse knocked sharply and rudely on our door, until that time unknown to me, but tightly put together with her entire body, if not a curvy, then middle-aged nurse. She said: “According to the results of the last blood test, which was accidentally given to her by the head of the department, a blood test, the baby, it turns out, was very ill, needed immediate hospitalization to exclude an advanced case of childhood cancer, pneumonia, or severe and very advanced sinusitis.” in the baby's nasal sinuses... I received a referral for hospitalization at the Children's Regional Hospital, and I could not be distracted for a long time. This morning I conducted an extensive Extraction. And if you have ever attempted research, you know how careful and attentive a student of the Parallel World must be, which, by definition, simply does not exist for our world... Therefore, I absentmindedly followed that elderly nurse who had been knocked on our door, showed directions for hospitalization at the hospital in Our City. Under my gaze, without embarrassment, the medical worker left the yard and got into the ambulance. The nurse left and stopped caring for me. While the baby was sleeping, work awaited me. Forty minutes later, finishing the Responsible Study, without being distracted by either sight or hearing, only by a feeling incomprehensible to me, following intuition, a feeling previously unfamiliar to me and following the human feeling - the sixth or seventh, I felt that my nephew woke up, and he was very Badly. The boy's health condition deteriorated, the baby was very sick. I also had to hurry if I could or wanted to help him get better. And I couldn’t tear myself away from the Experiment either. The experiment, my research, took place and little by little today it turned out well. Therefore, I knocked on the door of a neighbor, aroused her sympathy with my detailed story and, for a reasonable fee, asked me to go with my nephew to the hospital, finding out the need or possibility of immediate hospitalization for treatment. The elderly woman looked at me strangely, but agreed. The doors closed loosely, as if inviting me to go to the hospital too, not as usual with two, three or more locks and turns in the key locks... And I hurried, returning to work. I didn't tell anyone. And I won’t say anything to you either. I myself know a lot, but always not enough, about the destructive force with which individual spontaneous - unorganized demons, spirits, ghosts strive to break into our world. My accidental failure in the experiment is certain death for me and others. The recoil could destroy half the city. And I was glad that my nephew, together with his neighbor, the only surviving resident of our house, in the middle of the general holiday season, would be away for a while. As far as I could send them both. So, I did the necessary research. Not really looking up from his thoughts about his research, he nodded affably to his neighbor, meeting her gaze with my nephew and escorting them to the taxi that had already arrived. I plunged back into work. Then, and very unexpectedly for me, the work suddenly ended. I wrote down the data I received and hid it in the closet. For all its current unappreciation, I believe that my work is so important that it can and should be done. Then, my work could wait for its recognition by all people and the whole world. I remember from those times, when I still read a lot of books by the writer Mikhail Bulgakov, his famous phrase: “Manuscripts don’t burn.” I believe in the Prediction of the Great Master and hide my notes, keeping them securely in a special safe, a fire - and water - proof metal cabinet. So I freed myself from thoughts about work, thought about it, calculated the time - forty to fifty minutes passed. I should have already known about my nephew’s health, so I was going to find out their whereabouts, together with my neighbor, and then call. And at that time my cell phone buzzed. My phone was calling me, calling me with the hope of immediate salvation. Not yet separated from the Power and overwhelmed with irrational possibilities and only part of my enormous powers, I created my own virtual double with the desire to recognize, understand, hear. And he sent him on an ethereal journey, a teletransportation route, instant penetration through space and time... ...Two women stood opposite each other, ready for a decisive battle. And the boy lay next to them, the soft leather chair did not sag under the exhausted, low weight of my nephew, could not hug him, only greeted him with a crunching sound. Through the perception of my etheric double, I powerlessly watched as my neighbor, who had raised several children herself, tried to arrange for my nephew to undergo medical treatment at the best regional hospital in the city. And the nurse in the hospital’s Reception Room did not allow anyone to undergo this treatment in their hospital. And the doctor, who arrived to help, insisted and demanded that my nephew leave the walls of their precious hospital and go for treatment in a regular infectious diseases hospital, which was recently renamed by the Governor’s Decree into the Infectious Diseases Hospital... And at that moment, I realized that I had to curse ALL HEALTHCARE. So that it burns to ashes and crumbles. And it never again poisoned or took the lives of any patients, through a series of accidents, mistakes, actions, negligence or inaction. I had so much power in my hands and so much knowledge and spells. But I was silent. Observed. And l did not give the command to his ethereal - virtual double to act... After all, the nurse of the regional hospital remained only a link in the general administrative, managerial and non - medical chain, and she was not the only one to blame for everything. And I restrained myself. And listened to the recommendations. And he saw the nurse off. And I returned to my nephew, who could die in my absence. We were going to the hospital, my nephew was sitting (or hanging?) in my arms... And I no longer knew whether my baby would live or whether he was now slowly dying... ...Sometimes I forget myself. I look in the mirror long and hard. And I see the mirror surface parting, the glass letting me inside. Through a series of glass corridors - kaleidoscopes. It is not the fear of getting lost in the middle of a glass void that torments me. I look, I check to what extent I am still human, and not a function of a poltergeist or a derivative of a poltergeist, not a regular exorcist of harmful spirits... I prove to my own soul that there is no foreign entity inside me. And again I am convinced: - Yes, I am a person. I know - this is my only confidence and true truth. With a part of my doubting soul I just can’t decide whether this makes me sad or makes me happy... Near our house, I let my elderly neighbor, exhausted from her visit to the administrated regional hospital, out of the taxi. He himself drove on, with the child in his arms, to the infectious diseases hospital, the former infectious diseases hospital, as a former hospital for the general dumping of all the sick and patients who were no longer needed by anyone. Only the name of the hospital was changed. The meaning of the “infectious disease” and its essence remained the same... And I must tell you, my reader, in order and everything, because I think it is important and necessary. People can know the whole truth about healthcare, protecting themselves or loved ones. I didn’t know how to take advantage of the strange situation that had developed in the lobby of the Admissions Department of the Infectious Diseases Hospital. I looked at the woman who again did not accept me and my child into this hospital either. And I didn’t see her through her secrecy and isolation. Suddenly I realized that she was taller than me not in her height, but in her importance and position. The doctors had no time for me either. They studied a completely different child behind the glass partition. A little man about a year old, previously and more than once, healed by the doctors of this infectious diseases hospital, did not move in the skillful hands of the doctors, like a living child, and did not even waddle as an inanimate doll does. The still living child shimmered in the doctors’ hands as if he were a bubble filled to the brim with liquid. There are terrible moments of touching the Living One, which is now, before our eyes, already becoming lifeless. And the brain, having seen this situation through the eyes, pronounces its verdict: - Not a survivor... And it can be scary to look and see a dying child, this picture indescribable in its horror! “Let’s send him now to the regional children’s hospital,” the doctors of the infectious diseases hospital were no longer embarrassed by the mother and discussed the fate of the child right in front of her. “He’s so healed that we can’t do anything.” Let the ambulance take him to the regional hospital... And I looked and didn’t believe, hugging my still living nephew to me. This happens rarely. Usually people are smaller than me. And I never hurt anyone’s high spiritual essence. It does not often match any other person's height and weight. I was confused as soon as she, a nurse in the emergency room of the infectious diseases hospital, rushed towards me, grabbed my hand, and was about to take my mobile phone from me. Obviously, the nurse was afraid that I had filmed a scene not of dying, but of a transfusion from life to death, of someone else's sick child... Such a case had never happened in my life. Women do not seek to attack a man using their height or weight as mass! “She wasn’t twisting my hand now,” I was stunned, I couldn’t believe what was happening to me in the hospital, “she wasn’t trying to take away my own cell phone from me.” It wasn’t me who repeated in confusion: “My phone... What are you doing?... But this is my cell phone!” The nurse twisted my arm, no joke, not at all lovingly. When was the last time a woman attacked me?... And, by the way, I understood, all this happened, as if, not to me! And I was confused at that moment, only because I caught an ALIEN PRESENCE, spying and eavesdropping on me... I remember now, and my nephew, who recovered with such difficulty, is playing next to me, which means that the events saved me, all the worst things passed by, passed by. And, choosing the main thing for my story, I understand now that I must tell you that I value any life, perhaps because in my work I often encounter death. Ordinary people don't understand this. They are simple, ordinary people. I see a bright, living light go out. And I know where and how life goes. Therefore, if I can, I always take care of any life that is foreign to me, even from my own interference. But people grow into parts of initially dead not state, but administrative systems. And they are valued and cherished more than living things. But living people are not noticed or thrown out as unnecessary... I don’t understand. That's why I'm talking about healthcare. There are several hospitals in the City. An unspoken table of ranks divides them into bad, worst and the worst possible. Most people want to be sick at home these days. And they often die at home, too, hospitals become so scary for them. I would bypass the efforts of the city and regional administration to “optimize healthcare.” The administration diligently intervenes, but all attempts at “optimization” only make things worse. Believe me, that's not what I'm talking about. I remember now, and very well, how I suddenly saw, and just as accidentally, among the spaces of infinity of human souls, a mysterious entity - the Demon. And I understood that I needed to curse, like a new and previously unknown demon, everything that had developed around me and my dying nephew at that moment, a great and alien to me HEALTH CARE!...