Chapter 19 19 country doctor

Zemstvo Hospital.morning. Since the doctor was away, he went out hunting with the police officer, and the hospital was staffed by two doctors, Kuzma.Yegorov and Gleb.Glebech saw patients, about thirty of them.While the patients are registering, Kuzma.Yegorov sat in the consulting room, waiting, drinking coffee with chicory [note: chicory powder was added to add flavor and save coffee. 】.Gleb.Glebbage, who had never washed his face or combed his hair in his life, leaned his chest and stomach against the table; and, furious, registered the patients.Registering patients is for statistical purposes.He had to fill in the patient's real name, father's name, surname, social status, address, education level, age, and then, after seeing the doctor, he had to fill in the type of disease and the medicines issued.

Who knows what kind of pen this is!Gleb.said Glebech angrily, and scribbled strangely large letters on a large booklet and some small scraps of paper. What kind of ink is this?This is coal tar, not ink!How strange this Zemstvo is to me!It registers patients, and yet it pays only two kopeks of ink money a year!you come here!he cried. A peasant with a bandaged face and a bass singer. ] Mihailo walked over together. May I have your name? Ivan.Mikulov. ah?What?Speak Russian! Ivan.Mikulov. Ivan.Mikulov!I'm not asking you!go away!you!May I have your name? Mihailo smiled. Could it be that you don't know me?he asks.

why are you laughing?The devil knows what's going on with these people!It's too busy here, and time is precious, but they are laughing and joking!May I have your name? Could it be that you don't know me?Are you poisoned by gas and lost your mind? I know you, but I still have to ask, because it's business I don't get gas poisoned, I don't get lost, and I'm not a drunk like your lord.I'm not going to drink like hell, what's your name, what's your surname? Since you know me, why should I tell you this?You have known me for five years, do you forget me by the sixth year?

I haven't forgotten all, but this is business!Understand?Don't you know Russian?Business! Well, since it's official business, it's up to you!you write!Mihailo.Fedotich.Izmuchenko Not Izmuchenko, but Izmuchenkov. Even Izmuchenkov. [Note: In Russia, there are many Ukrainians whose surnames end with Ke, not because he mispronounced his own surname. 】You can write whatever you like, as long as you can see a doctor for me, even if you write the clown Ivanych [Note: Russian swear words, similar to our country's stupid second child. ] It doesn't matter, it's all the same anyway

What identity? Bass singer. How old are you? Who knows!I'm not baptized, I don't know. Are you forty? Maybe, maybe not.Write however you like. Gleb.Grebech looked at Mihailo for a while, thought for a while, and wrote thirty-seven.Then, after thinking about it again, he crossed out thirty-seven and wrote forty-one. Can you read? Can a singer be illiterate?What a brain! In front of everyone, you have to address me by address, so don't yell like that.Next!who are you?What is your name? Mickey Foll.Pugolowa, a person from Haplowa Village. People from Haplowa Village are not here to treat illnesses!Next!

Have God's mercy, my lord.I walked twenty versts step by step People from Haplowa Village are not here to treat illnesses!Next!go away!Don't smoke here! I don't smoke, Gleb.Glebbage! What are you holding in your hand? This is my finger bandaged, Gleb.Glebbage! Isn't that a cigarette?People from Haplowa Village are not here to treat illnesses!Next!Gleb.Glebeck is registered.Kuzma.Yegorov also drank enough coffee and began to consult.Gleb.Glebech took up the job of pharmacist and went to the pharmacy at this moment.Kuzma.Yegorov took over the duties of the physician and put on his oilcloth apron.

Maria.Zappraxina!Kuzma.cried Yegorov, looking at the booklet. Here we come, sir! A little old woman came into the sick-room, small and wrinkled, as if she had been crushed by bad luck.She made the sign of the cross on her chest and bowed respectfully to the examiner. Mmm close the door!Where does it hurt? My head hurts, sir. Oh, does the whole head hurt, or just one side? It hurts all over, master's whole head hurts everywhere There's no need to cover your head, you take that rag off!Your head should be cold, your legs should be warm, and your body should be neither hot nor cold. Don't you feel uncomfortable in your stomach?

not good sir Oh, then you pull your lower eyelid down with your hands!OK, that's it.If you are anemic, I will give you some liquid medicine to drink, ten drops in the morning, and the same at noon and evening. Kuzma sat down and wrote a prescription: Prescription: Liquorferri [Note: Latin; iron solution. 】.Take out three jelly from the bottle on the window sill [Note: One gram is equal to 15.432 jelly] But the bottle on the shelf, Ivan.Yakavrich ordered that in his absence he would not be allowed to open the seal and pay ten drops three times a day to Maria.Zapraxina. The old woman asked how to drink the potion, so she bowed and walked out.Kuzma.Yegorov threw the prescription into the pharmacy through a small window dug into the wall, and called the next patient.

Timofey.Sturkoty! coming! Stukotei walked into the consultation room. He was tall and thin, with a big head. From a distance, he looked like a ball-topped walking stick. Where does it hurt? Heartache, Kuzma.Yegorech. Where? Stuketei pointed to his heart. Oh long time? I was on my way a few days before Easter, rested a dozen times along the way and sometimes felt cold, Kuzma.Yegolych sometimes has a fever all over, and Kuzma.Yegorech. Oh where does it hurt? Honestly, Kuzma.Yegolych, it hurts everywhere.But, you just need to cure your heartache, you don’t need to worry about it anywhere else, let those girls treat it, you can give me some alcohol or something, so that I won’t feel depressed anymore.Otherwise, the heart is always so stuffy, stuffy, and then, suddenly, it hurts a little, well, this is the place, so my back is sore, it seems like there is a stone in my head, and I still cough.

How's your appetite? so bad Kuzma.Yegorov went up to Stukotei, bent over him, and pressed his fist on his heart. Does it hurt like this? Ouch, it hurts! So does it hurt like this? Oh yo it hurts like hell! ! Kuzma.Yegorov asked him a few more questions, thought about it, and asked Gleb.Grebbage called for help.The consultation has begun. Stick out your tongue!Gleb.Glebech said to the patient. The patient opened his mouth wide and stuck out his tongue. Extend it! You can't do it any longer, Gleb.Glebbage! Anything is possible in this world. Gleb.Glebech looked at the patient for a while, thought hard for a while, then shrugged his shoulders and walked out of the consulting room without saying a word.

It must be inflammation!he yelled in the pharmacy. You give him oleiricini [Note: Latin; castor oil (laxative). ] and ammoniicaustici [Note: Latin: Amonia water (sedative). 】Bar!Kuzma.Yegorov yelled to rub his belly in the morning and evening.Next! The patient went out of the sick-room to the little window of the pharmacy in the corridor.Gleb.Grebech poured a third of castor oil into the teacup and handed it to Sturkotey.Stukotei drank it slowly, licked his lips, closed his eyes, and rubbed one finger with the other, that is, asked for something to relieve the smell of the antidote. This is the alcohol you want!Gleb.Glebech handed him a small bottle of amonia water, and shouted, dip a piece of baize in it in the morning and evening, rub the stomach, and return the bottle!Don't put your elbows on the windowsill!go away! At that moment Pelageya, the cook of Father Grigory's, came up to the little window, put her scarf to her mouth, and laughed. What can I do for you.Gleb.Grebbage asked her. Lizaveda.Grigoryevna [Note: She is Father Grigory's daughter, since her father's name was Grigoryevna. ] Greetings, Gleb.Glebbage, and I want some peppermint tablets from you. Obedience to beautiful women, I will go through fire and water! Gleb.Grebage took a tin of peppermint tablets from the shelf and poured half of it on Pelagea's handkerchief. Please tell her, he said, just Gleb.Grebets smiled from emotion as he poured out the pills.Have you received my letter? Got it and tore it up.Lizaveda.Grigoryevna was not interested in courtship. What a naughty girl she is!Please tell her that she is a naughty girl! Mihailo.Izmuchenkov!Kuzma.cried Yegorov. Bass singer Mihailo entered the consulting room. Mihailo.Fedotitch!My deepest respect to you!Where do you hurt? Sore throat, Kuzma.Yegolych!I came to you, to be honest, I hope you, if you don’t mind being offended, my throat is not too painful for my health, but it makes me suffer and get sick, so I can’t sing .Forty kopecks were deducted from me by the head-choir if I missed one Mass.Twenty-five kopecks were deducted for one omission of vespers.Nowadays, when the gentlemen hold a funeral at home, the singers get three rubles, but I don't get a single piece of money because of my illness.In case you will be offended, I might as well make the following guess for you about my throat: it hurts and is hoarse.It's as if there is a cat in my throat, sticking out its paws and coughing So, this is because of drinking hard liquor? Seriously speaking, I can't tell how I got this disease.But I can assure you that, to tell you the truth, spirits only affect the tenor, not even the bass.Bass drank strong alcohol, Kuzma.Yegolych, on the contrary, had a deeper and more dignified voice, but the cold affected the bass much more. Gleb.Grebage stuck his head out of the little window. What medicine should be given to the old woman?Gleb.Grebech asked. The bottle of iron solution on the window sill had been used up.I'll open that bottle on the shelf. No, no!Ivan.No Kavrich!He will be angry. What medicine should I give her? Give me anything! In Greb.In Glebbage's language, giving anything is equivalent to giving soda. Spirits should not be drunk. I haven't had a drink in three days. I'm sick because of a cold. It's true that liquor can make a bass husky, but Kuzma.You know, Yegolych, the voice is hoarse, and the octave sounds better. What kind of singers are we, if we don't drink liquor?Then it's not a singer, and if you say something, it's just a satire!If I hadn't been in this business, I wouldn't be pouring the damn thing into my mouth.Baijiu is Satan's blood Then do this, I will give you some powder, you put it in a bottle, put it in water, dissolve it, and then you rinse your throat with it morning and night. Can you swallow it? Can. Very good, if I can't swallow it, I always feel unhappy.After rinsing and rinsing, I spit it out in one gulp, what a pity!And, well, seriously, I have something to ask you. Besides, because I have a weak stomach, and because of that, I don't want you to be offended, I bleed a little from my body every month. If I want to drink soup and medicine, then can I get married and solve the marriage problem? Kuzma.Yegorov thought for a while and said: No, I don't advocate it! I thank you with all my heart. You are our doctor, Kuzma.Yegolych!Smarter than any doctor!real!How many people are praying to God for you!hey-hey!There are many! Kuzma.Yegorov lowered his eyes modestly, boldly wrote natribicarbonici, that is, soda, on the prescription.