Andre Yefimechi said nothing. He went to Nikita’s designated bed and sat down. When he saw Nikita waiting by, he stripped off his clothes. He felt it difficult to put on the patient’s underwear, which was too short and his shirt was too long. The robe smelled of smoked fish.

You will recover. God bless Nikita, she repeated.
He picked up Andre Yefimechi, changed clothes and went to the door.
"Andre Yefimechi thought, shyly wrapping up his robe and feeling like a prisoner in this dress. It’s all the same whether it’s a gift or a patient."
But what about the pocket watch? What about the notes in the side pocket and cigarettes? Where did Nikita send the clothes? I’m afraid he will never wear trousers and strapless boots again until he dies. It was really strange at first. It was incredible, even though Andrei Yefimechi still believes that Belova’s room, the sixth ward, is exactly the same. He believes that everything in this world is ridiculous, but his hands are still shaking and his legs are cold. The thought that Ivan Dmitry will get up soon and see him wearing a patient makes him feel very scared. He gets up and keeps walking around the ward, and then he sits down.
In this way, he sat for half an hour and an hour. He was tired and unbearable. Is it necessary to sit here for a day and a week like these people for a few years? Well, he sat for a while, walked for a while and sat again, but he went to the window to look outside and then walked from corner to corner. But what did he do after that? No, it was almost impossible.
Andre Yeffi Miki just lay down and immediately sat up again, wiping his forehead with cold sweat. He felt that his face smelled of smoked fish, and he walked back and forth in the ward again.
This is a misunderstanding. He said that he should explain why he was puzzled. This is a misunderstanding.
Speaking Ivan Dmitry woke up. He sat up with his fists on his cheeks and spat at the doctor lazily. Obviously, it was not white. But soon his sleepy face showed a malicious and mocking expression.
Aha, I brought you here, dear, he said with a hoarse voice, and narrowed his eyes. I’m glad you drank someone else’s blood before, and now it’s someone else’s turn to drink your blood. Wonderful.
This is a misunderstanding. Andrei Yefimechi said that he was frightened by Ivan Dmitry’s words. He shrugged his shoulders and repeated that this was a misunderstanding.
Ivan Dmitry spat again and lay down.
Damn life, it’s sad and humiliating that he complains. This kind of life is not rewarded for your suffering, and you don’t praise you for your suffering as in the opera. It’s the end of death. One day, the handyman will come and grab the body and drag it to the basement. Bah, that’s nothing. When we get to that world, we will be inspired, and the ghosts will come back from there to scare these animals. I will make them scared.
Moseika came back and saw the doctor reach out.
Give me a little money, he said
ten
Andre Yefimechi went to the window and looked at the wild sky. It was dark and a red Leng Yue rose on the right horizon. Not far from the hospital wall, about one hundred feet away, there was a tall white house surrounded by stone walls. It was a prison.
See, this is the reality, Andrei Yefemich thought. He was afraid.
The moon, the nail of the prison wall and the flames rising from the crematorium in the distance are all chilling. Andrei Yefimechi sighed behind him and looked back and saw a man with a shining star medal on his chest smiling cunningly and squeezing his eyes. It was also frightening.
Andre Yefimechi wants to believe that there is nothing special about the Moon Prison. The healthy people still wear medals, and everything in the world will eventually rot and turn to dust. But suddenly, he is in despair, reaching out to grab the iron railing and shaking it with all his strength, and the solid iron window will not move.
Then he got rid of his terror and went to Ivan Dmitry’s bed and sat down.
I had a nervous breakdown, my dear friend. He whispered and wiped his cold sweat with fear. He had a nervous breakdown
Then talk about the philosophy of life, Ivan Dmitry sarcastically said.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God, by the way, you once talked about Russia’s lack of philosophy, but everyone talked about it, even the little people, but you know that the little people talked about it, and it was harmless to anyone. Andre Yeffemeych said in a tone that he seemed to want to cry and cause pity. What do you want to laugh at people like this? If the little people are dissatisfied, why can’t he talk about it? A brain-bred person respects his love, and a holy god has no choice but to go to a dirty and ignorant town to be a doctor. One generation is to put leech paste mustard paste on
You always say stupid things, since you hate being a doctor instead of being a minister
No, not anywhere. We are weak, dear. I have always looked on coldly and talked about things in the past with scruples. But once life touches me rudely, I feel dejected and demoralized. We are weak, and so are you. My friend is noble and you suck beautiful passion from your mother’s milk. But once you step into life, you are tired and sick. We are weak and weak.
With the coming of the evening, Andre Yefimechi never felt an uneasy feeling except fear and humiliation. Finally, he realized that he wanted to drink beer and smoke.
I’m going to my friend, and he said, I’ll tell them to get the lights. I can’t stand it.
Andre Yefimechi went to the door and knocked, but Nikita jumped up and stood in his way at once.
Where are you going? No, no, he said it was time for bed.
I’m going for a walk in the yard for a while, Andre Yefemich said nervously
No, no, it’s not allowed, and you know it.
Nikita slammed her back against the door panel.
But even if I go, who will be in the way? Andrei Yefemich shrugged his shoulders and asked, I’m going to Nikita. His trembling voice said that I had to go.
Don’t make trouble. It’s not good, Nikita scolded
God knows what’s going on. Ivan Dmitry suddenly jumped up and shouted, "Why don’t you let him go? How dare they put us here? The law seems to stipulate that no one can be deprived without trial. This is violence."
Of course, it’s a special school. Andre Yefimechi was encouraged by Ivan Dmitry’s cry and said, I have to go. He didn’t want to let me go. Did you hear me?
Did you hear Ivan Demetri, the stupid pig, shouting abuse and punching your door or I’ll smash it, butcher?