In the Hospital

| 11 Ноя 2012

They entered in the district village at dawn. Volodya saw a milky moonlight dawn with purple solar sphere when sleds stopped at large two-story log house. Here was the district hospital. They woke up a chief physician who was the only one surgeon there. Tall lean man with red stained mustache left on the porch. It was a surgeon Kaminsky, Pole, exiled here after the war for the reason that he was captured by Germans (Soviet power did not trust to the former captives), he looked at the skinny starved-looking little boy on the sleigh, wrapped in a sheepskin coat, like a cocoon of a butterfly, and saw his pale […]