Gnawed - silently and terribly.
Lariska has got exhausted with it - he did not wish to go to the doctor, did not wish to call the doctor, he all hoped that
somehow will manage. However - did not manage in any way.
For the eighth day the Viscount, without asking anybody and with anybody without agreeing, has resulted the familiar doctor
from Military-medical, the colonel, pink, devilishly intelligent, covered on all visible places golden rare down. The colonel
surveyed krasnogorovsky a stomach cool soft fingers and has told: "your illness, Stanislav Zinovevich, unfortunately, passed
the therapeutic stage... From therapeutic it has passed now in a stage surgical." Also it has been told so that Stanislav there
and then and has surrendered. Yes however, at it already and forces any more were not to resist: for this week it so was
exhausted that was already ready on all.
In its hospital bystrenko (on protection, certainly) have prepared and, without losing seconds, have carried in the operational.
It lay in a wheelchair on a back, soft matte plafonds floated over it, and he thought that, quite probably here that these
plafonds - the last that he sees.
Over a table furiously shone surgical a floodlight, in the operational it was cold, doctors exchanged words quietly and not
clearly, then (he did not begin to look) something has seized to it a wrist, it seemed to it - any iron claws, but it have simply
sent on errands to it in a vein (as it has been declared) a certain "kurare-containing" preparation, about anaesthesia. Voices
have suddenly kept away and have turned to a vague background, for some reason light, instead of sound, and then it has
failed in anything, has come up, anything any more without hearing, and seeing only one prozhektornyj light, then has again
failed and has again come up - already last time.
Dazzling light became darkness, at the same time remaining light. It was so strange... So it is painfully strange... But same
also has brought simplification. Anything else did not become - only darkness, darkness of dazzling light, and long-awaited
However, there was still a voice, it has arisen suddenly and anywhere - disgustingly loud, booming any, with reverberations,
energetic and constant.
"... Krasnogorov..., a bough the damned! Open a mouth!... A mouth open, Krasnogorov, e... j you on a head! A mouth!!!" But
was late: already all died around, even dazzling light, darkness of light, black darkness... And the voice too died, there was
no place it to disappear in this general dying, he died... He has died... "Krasnogorov! A mouth!... Kurva zasr... I, a mouth
open!!!." And all has disappeared.
He has regained consciousness not that at night, not that early in the morning, was sumerechno and even is dark, any white
high beds were seen in this dense twilight, for some reason the throat as at the height of quinsy, the mouth, appear, was full
of blood strongly was ill, and madly it would be desirable to drink." To drink ", - has told, and it has turned out that it has
moaned. The voice at it has appeared hoarse and silent, anybody has not heard it, and has appeared nobody nearby. He
has again called, and again uselessly. It moved thick rough language, trying though to lick lips, and has suddenly found out,
more truly, it seemed to it that he has found out that it does not have foreteeth. It was as in a heavy nightmare. He stupidly
and inertly rummaged language, trying to understand, seems to it or not, and it turned out that does not seem: a forward
upper teeth was not. Where a teeth?. He could recollect nothing and nothing understood. The Teeth where mine?. There
was suddenly near to it and over it a white silent figure, and he has felt a cool porcelain nouse of any medical vessel at the
lips - and there there was a water! It has made some greedy drinks, overcoming a sore throat, and has again asked:" Where
my teeth?" The figure has answered nothing, most likely has not understood, has decided that he raves, and the porcelain
nouse has again appeared about his lips. Never earlier simple cool water brought to it of such pleasure!. And he has again
fallen asleep - as if in a precipice has failed.
He has regained consciousness definitively in the afternoon. It lay in reanimatsionnoj on the high wheelchair, one, anybody
nearby was not. The throat was ill. On the right side of a transparent flexible tube the heavy bottle with a dense cerise foamy
liquid inside has been attached to its side. A teeth and really was not - two lobbies top, - and it seemed amazing and painfully
not clear. And again madly it would be desirable to drink.