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High School of Healing
Yara Slavina

Chapter 1.

The morning began with the disgusting rattling of an old mechanical alarm clock, which Alka inherited from his grandfather. And after all, it has long been possible to buy a new, nice electronic alarm clock with cute little music, but only this ancient ringing could get sixth-year medical university student Alevtina Vronskaya out of bed.

Barely lifting her head from the pillow, Alka slid to the floor with a groan. So yesterday I managed to go to bed with a wet head, and no one had seen a piece of salted herring from the refrigerator before going to bed. And in the morning, as expected, the reckoning came. To the touch it became clear that his hair had bunched up like a crow's nest, his face was swollen, his eyes persistently hinted at representatives of the Chinese people in his family. In general, Alka was in the appropriate mood, as always. The girl just hated the morning, like any decent owl.

Looking in the mirror, Alka shuddered and recoiled in horror from whoever was being reflected.

- What a terrible creature. And it’s definitely not me! Honestly! I swear by the new sneaker! - she muttered and, groaning like an old woman, climbed into the shower. Cool water woke up, invigorated and washed away the negativity. It became much easier. Hallelujah!! Life is getting better!

There was a loud knock on the door:

- Alka, you pest! Let's get out of the bathroom. Otherwise I'll be late for work!

- Maaam! I'll go out now. I'll just scratch my eyes. – Alka wrapped herself in a towel and crawled out into the corridor.

- Move faster, amoeba, if you have time to get ready, Tolya will give you a ride to the university. – the mother squeezed past her dear daughter into the only bathroom for the whole family.

Alka stood in front of the mirror and meticulously examined herself. It’s completely unclear why mom thinks Alka is cute. Yes, thin, but not like a board, but with curves placed where necessary. Yes, average height. The very average one is one hundred and sixty-five centimeters. Waist-length brown hair falls in waves, although Alka, in her desire not to stand out, always hides her braid. Sometimes he’ll twist it up like an old man’s bun, or sometimes he’ll just push it under his sweatshirt. Snow-white, transparent skin like expensive porcelain, with Alka’s talents for camouflage, looked painful, especially in combination with the eternal bruises under the eyes from lack of sleep. A slightly upturned nose and plump lips would turn a girl’s face into a doll-like one with a little makeup, but let’s remember again about Alkina’s dislike for any kind of makeup and other feminine gadgets for beauty, and we will see a completely childish, naive face. And only the amazing, lively, huge eyes of an unusual violet color with black arrows of long eyelashes under the even arches of the eyebrows invariably attracted attention, which is why they were hidden by our shy lady behind brown-colored lenses.

Alka grinned at her reflection, squeezed into tight jeans, pulled on her favorite black T-shirt with a skull glowing in the dark, and galloped to the kitchen before Tolik left for work.

The older brother had a fashionable specialty - a financial analyst, and worked in a small almost foreign company, which allowed him to buy himself a brand new car, take different girls to restaurants and get on Alka’s nerves, educating her on every little thing about her chosen profession. Tolik’s work was only two blocks from Alkina University, which was the reason for such close relatives to take a morning trip together, which they both weren’t particularly happy about. Or they pretended that they weren’t happy.

In the small kitchen of an ordinary standard three-ruble note, complete bedlam reigned. Tolyanych rushed between the stove and the table, waving a frying pan with fried eggs miraculously holding there. Mother Elena Arkadyevna Timashevskaya (all because she refused to bear the name of her scoundrel husband), so mother ate healthy oatmeal with an apple. Alka habitually cut into slices of bread and doctor's sausage. The girl drank an instant cup of Coffee 3 in one from a large mug with a ladybug under the assurances of her mother-surgeon, who had been working as the head of the department for many years, about the complete harm of such sandwiches for the fragile, almost childish stomach of her beloved daughter. In general, it was a completely ordinary morning in the Timashevsky-Vronsky family.

- Alka, I’m leaving in fifteen minutes. If you don't have time, you'll take the metro, trolleybus, or toptobus. – Tolya finished his tea, smiled mysteriously and wrote something on his smartphone.

– What a joker... What, are you fooling another girl’s brains? – the girl muttered, pulled on a sweatshirt and sneakers and ran out of the apartment before the kitchen towel thrown by her brother flew at her head.

Jumping three steps, the girl completely ignored the elevator and ran away from the seventh floor along a staircase painted by local graffiti lovers, jumped over the homeless man Vasya sleeping on the landing between the first and second floors, listened to his tirade about the girl’s recklessness, and jumped out of the entrance to the area in front of the house .

Despite the early morning, Baba Vera, a lonely old woman who knew everyone and everything in the house better than the district police officer, was already sitting on the bench.

- Good morning, woman Vera. – Alka fulfilled her neighborly duty, smiling widely.

- Good morning, baby. What, are you going to study? – the house bitch inquired in an unctuous voice. - Will Tolik give you a ride?

- Yes. – the girl muttered; she didn’t want to communicate more than necessary with the disgusting pensioner.

The intercom chirped and Tolya came out, dressed in a decent office suit, a pale blue shirt and tie. Alka was once again amazed at how much her brother looked like their father. Mikhail Vronsky was one of some pre-revolutionary aristocrats. Hereditary Muscovite. An intellectual to the core. An architect who lived with his mother and grandmother all his life and was always controlled and looked after by them. How this mama’s boy managed to meet the young and very pretty orphan Lena Timashevskaya, who was then in her first year of medical school and came from the distant Krasnodar region, is shrouded in darkness. However, this was the first and probably the only time when the flexible scion of the Vronsky family bucked and went against the will of his household madams.

The young couple got married and by the end of their second year Tolik was born. Lena did not leave the institute; moreover, leaving her baby son with the madams, she devoted herself not only to her studies, but also to duty in the surgical department of the city emergency hospital. Naturally, both the husband and the madams were indignant both in moderation and beyond measure. But Lena was noticed in the hospital, and she was an excellent student at the institute, so they supported her in everything. Which gave her strength both for studying and for fighting two mother-in-law monsters. Everything collapsed when daddy Vronsky took a mistress. Some accountant from their design bureau. But she, too, was from some kind of family and her father-in-laws approved of her with both hands. They quickly divorced Lena and kicked her out of the apartment. She went with a child in her arms, one suitcase and pregnancy to the dormitory of a classmate. True, they always threatened to evict him and his child from there. It's a student dorm. And there was no one to leave little Tolik with while on duty.

At work, the former head of the department, Lev Yuryevich Shneperson, took pity on her. A completely lonely elderly Jew invited the homeless and confused Lena to move into his three-ruble apartment and occupy one room there. She did not resist for long, and agreed under the influence of circumstances. Grandfather Lev raised both Tolik and Alka, who was born later. For some time in that hospital they believed that Alka was the daughter of old man Shneperson. However, Lev Yuryevich suppressed all rumors very harshly. He became their family, replacing their father, grandfather, and grandmothers in one bottle. Bedtime stories, trips to the zoo, delicious dinners. All this was grandfather Lev. And they loved him with all their souls, like their own grandfather.

Lena, now Elena Arkadyevna, graduated from the institute with honors, went to work as a surgeon in the same department of Lev Yuryevich, wrote a dissertation, received some kind of state prize, after which she replaced Shneperson as head.

Lev Yuryevich died almost five years ago. The old surgeon's heart simply could not stand it. Doctors in general often die from heart disease, and surgeons especially. Probably because they give their hearts to their patients, pulling them out of the other world, changing the lines of fate and driving away the ghost of death from the beds of their patients. Around the same time, immediately after the death of Lev Yuryevich, Alka saw her biological dad. A drunken ragamuffin asked for a bottle from the supermarket. Elena Arkadyevna hardly recognized the once handsome guy in the fallen man, grabbed Alka by the hand and dragged her away without looking back. Already at home after interrogation with passion, she split from whom she ran away and dragged away her daughter. Lost in thought, Alka suddenly woke up from her thoughts and memories. Tolyan pushed her towards his brand new Toyota.

“Don’t sleep, little bug, you’ll freeze.”

They sat down in the interior of the shiny black car, which still smelled new, and Tolya drove out of the yard.

– Why are you so sophisticated? – the brother could not miss some incomprehensible state of his sister.

- So the session is coming soon. That's all. Uni will end. – Alka said thoughtfully.

- Has my sister really grown up? I started thinking about the future. And where then? Are you going to see your mom at the hospital? Will you work like hell without days off and for pennies?

Alka shrugged. She really wanted to go work with her mother, but after another higher education reform, her dream of becoming a surgeon collapsed like a house of cards. The country did not need specialists. There was a medical void in the clinics and queues of indignant patients. And instead of raising doctors’ salaries and reducing the number of paperwork to fill out in order to keep them in clinics, someone smart in the ministry decided to graduate not surgeons, not obstetricians-gynecologists, but general practitioners. That is, combat units for these very local clinics, universal soldiers from medicine.

Alka hated the clinic. Routine work evoked a feeling of disgust in her; it hung like shackles on her legs and arms, interfering with the flight of her thoughts and soul. After the reform, Alka lost all desire to study, and she pulled the burden of a student without the same zeal. Blue diploma, so blue. Just to pass. If only I could quickly escape from the oppressive walls of the university.

And only after classes, when she ran to her mother’s hospital, changed into a nurse’s outfit and worked tirelessly, only then did that same Alka reappear, who always dreamed of becoming a surgeon, devoured books on her specialty, cut up a pork shank and stitched it up. kitchen table, eager to assist in the operation. This was exactly the Alka that patients and doctors loved. The same Alka who did not need to hide from everyone, because here, in the department, she was accepted as she was, with all her advantages and disadvantages.

Tolya dropped Alka off not far from the university, and she ran to the first building for a practical lesson in clinical pharmacology. The subject was taught by the most disgusting teacher of all time, according to students, Gennady Petrovich Melekhov. The whole thing was somehow slippery and streamlined. He didn’t seem to be fat, and it seemed like each part of his face individually wasn’t repulsive, but overall, in general, I didn’t want to look at him. He hated alka, so it was impossible to be late.

Trotting up to the stairs, Alka pulled the hood of her sweatshirt over her head. The unconscious desire to become the most invisible once again played a bad joke on the girl. Without looking ahead, she ran headlong into someone walking in front. Painfully hitting her chest against her hard back, Alka collapsed onto the tiled floor. The pain caught my breath, the bag opened and pens, cell phone and notebooks scattered across the foyer. Stars twinkled before his eyes, his hands unconsciously rummaged along the floor in a desire to pull the scattered household closer to him.

- Clumsy mess. – hissed such a familiar voice.

Alka stared at the expensive black suede loafers that cost as much as her six-month salary. Oh yes, she recognized those loafers and that voice. She couldn't have been luckier. It just couldn't. Yes, she is simply a champion among horses! I happened to run into the coolest and most narcissistic guy at the university. Vladislav Aldorin. Or as he was more often called Vlad, he was not just the star of the course, he was the star of the entire university. Honors student, winner of a bunch of Olympiads, head of the course, presidential scholarship holder. A tall, blue-eyed, black-haired, curly guy with a dazzling white-toothed smile “a la a dentist’s dream” was an unattainable dream for all the girls. It was rumored that he had a girlfriend outside of university, but no one had ever seen her. But everyone saw that the guy dresses expensively and stylishly, and that he drives an expensive car to university. And everyone knew that he didn’t have a lot of money.

“You’re a dumbass, a clumsy, clueless chicken.” – the contemptuously thrown phrase hit worse than a slap in the face and the loafer kicked the notebook away from Alka with his toe. Crawling along the floor and not raising her head, the girl collected her things, rushing to class. She picked up her mobile phone and winced - a wide crack appeared on the screen.

“That’s it, khan’s mobile phone...” she became sour internally. As always, the girl did not have free money; asking Tolyan or her mother was beneath her dignity. This means that you will have to take on extra duty again, and you will have to save money. Sadness overtook me unnoticed and covered me completely.

Alka was still a couple late. After standing at the door of the auditorium for a couple of seconds, she pulled out a white robe from her bag, two sizes too large, and pulled it over her sweatshirt. Still buttoning her robe, she stumbled into the audience and found herself caught in the crossfire of contemptuous, mocking, and downright angry looks. As luck would have it, today there was a double lesson and Vlad’s group ended up in the office.

– And who honored us with his presence? – Gennady Petrovich asked mockingly. His sleek white hand with a signet ring removed a fallen strand of once lush light brown hair from his high, receding forehead. Watery eyes stared at the troublemaker.

– Hello, Gennady Petrovich. Sorry for being late, please allow me to take a seat. – on one note and without raising her eyes from the floor, Alka whined.

– Vronskaya, as always, you are engaged in sloppiness. – the teacher did not miss the opportunity to educate his ardently unloved student. – I don’t understand why you study at all? To trade on the market with a certificate of completion of a university course? At work this is called a violation of labor discipline. They will fire you, Vronskaya, for absenteeism at this rate. Go to the place, don’t be an eyesore.

Alka, to the accompaniment of laughter and giggles, crept to an empty seat against the wall in the third row, where her only friend Svetka Pereprygina was sitting. Also a C student, but luckier than my girlfriend. Why lucky? Yes, simply because no one cared about Svetka.

- Why are you late? – Svetka’s whisper quietly crept into her left ear.

- Yes, because of Vlad.

- That is? – the girlfriend’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Yes, I ran into him in the foyer...” I didn’t want to develop the topic at all.

- Vronskaya and Pereprygina, don’t you have anything to do? – the sharp voice of the teacher brought the girls out of the “whack” state. – And what did I just talk about?

- Eeeee... Mmmm... Something about medications. – Svetka mumbled.

– Your version, Vronskaya?

Alka looked around at her fellow students and realized that there was nowhere to wait for help.

- Sorry Gennady Petrovich, I listened. – she lowered her head repentantly.

- God gave us female students... I didn’t even have time to sit down when they started talking and chattering. – the teacher shook his head with displeasure.

During the rest of the class, Alka tried not to attract too much attention to herself. Ten minutes before the end of the class, the threat to take a test suddenly materialized with a piece of paper with an assignment right in front of Alka’s nose.

“Oh, damn...” Svetka moaned nearby.

Alka looked at her assignment. It was very simple. It’s just the interaction of iron supplements with food and other medications. Alka suppressed a sad sigh. That's bad luck... Again, somehow the answer will have to be spoiled up to three points. Alka had been downplaying her answers for a long time, just so as not to attract attention to herself once again. It was some kind of painful need to hide from others both in life and in school.

Tolyan said that she had a complex of the daughter of a brilliant mother. Alka did not argue, and once again, with tenacity worthy of a donkey, she spoiled an essay, test or educational medical history.

The pair ended and fellow students pulled out of the classroom. Alka was stuffing her long-suffering notebook into her bag when Vlad, passing by, painfully touched her with his shoulder. The girl recoiled and looked at his back with hostility.

- Aaal, what was that? – Svetka’s eyes were simply huge with surprise.

- I don’t know!!! I'm so sick of this snob that I should tear him up! – and Alka, picking up her bag, ran out into the corridor. There was almost no time left to catch my breath and calm down slightly.

Next on the schedule was a lecture on therapy, given by an elderly professor. The guys were buzzing and could not calm down for a long time. Smiling broadly like a shark, the lecturer began to read about the treatment of heart failure. He read well, interestingly, a lot. The truth kept jumping into praise for an expensive imported drug. Alka understood that the company most likely simply paid the lecturer to advertise its product. However, in her heart she could not agree with the respected lady’s statement that cheaper analogues are always worse than the original model. But the advertised drug cannot be replaced with anything at all. It seems like if patients want to live, then they only need to drink this. And all this was confirmed by a bunch of commissioned articles, including those written by the professor herself.

By the time the lecturer got to the point and started asking students questions that implied only one answer, mentioning the paid drug, Alka was already in a state close to ripping the lid off the boiling kettle. It boiled, boiled and finally boiled.

- It is not true! – a ringing voice cut through the buzz of the students and interrupted the teacher’s voice. Alka herself did not understand how such seditious words came out of her address to the respected lecturer. She spoke and choked on air. So what did she do?? For so many years I played the role of an idiot and just fell for it so easily.

- What do you have in mind? – the professor raised one eyebrow in surprise.

– It’s not true that cheaper is worse. If an analogue has the same effect and behaves in the body in the same way as the original drug, then saying that it is worse is not true. And according to research results, this drug has two cheaper, but no less effective analogues. – Alka’s mask of a stupid C-grade student literally fell off for a couple of minutes.

– Do you consider yourself smarter than the professor? You still don’t have a diploma to teach me. – the lecturer got wound up and became covered in red spots. The pencil in her fingers began to tap on the lectern. It became clear that she was holding herself in control with all her strength.

Alka was afraid that her disguise could not withstand her indignation and muttered in the dumbest voice possible:

– But it’s written on the Internet...

- In the Internet??? Instead of listening to my lecture, are you surfing the Internet? – the professor was simply spitting poison and looked like a cobra with her face swollen with indignation.

Alka flushed, stood up, silently collected her things and flew out of the lecture hall, followed as always by contemptuous and mocking glances. And only her friend looked after her with sadness and pity. It is unknown how this demarche will end for her such an unlucky friend.

Chapter 2.

After school, Alka rushed to duty on adrenaline. Still nervous and freaking out, in the nurses' closet I pulled off both my sweatshirt and my jeans. She pulled on soft peach-colored trousers and a uniform jacket, white socks and white leather slippers with perforations. Unlike other girl nurses, she did not wear a cap made of non-woven material, preferring a conservative cap made of fabric. True, the cap given to her by the anesthesiologist Arthur was completely informal. Just imagine a cap with ties at the back, purple in color, with red blood stains. Mother, seeing such a miracle for the first time, was completely speechless, then tried to quarrel. Then she decided to take advantage of her official position and reprimand her daughter for her inappropriate appearance, but Arthur sucked up to her too, giving her approximately the same informality. After that, a new fashion for funny hats and medical suits appeared in the department.

In the nurse's room there was a cut and already partially eaten cake on the table. Some of the patients were safely discharged home and brought their Danaan gifts. Why Danaan? Yes, because there's a catch. As Elena Arkadyevna said, judging by the gifts upon discharge, patients sleep and see how a doctor can organize diabetes mellitus and alcoholic cirrhosis. Therefore, she strictly forbade taking alcohol, but the female soul could not fight against sweets for a long time.

Day nurse Valentina Maksimovna was sedately drinking tea from a mug with the name of a popular antiallergic drug. Solid, plump and unhurried, she believed that the name Alevtina was too old-fashioned and simple, therefore she regularly called Alka Alyonushka. It was completely useless to argue that these were two different names. The important Maksimovna demanded silence with a royal gesture and continued to stick to her line.

Here it is now:

- Hello, Alyonushka, let’s sit down and drink tea. Everything should be calm today. There are few appointments, and the department is half empty. Only in the thirty-seventh Koshka should be given an IV and Mitkina’s temperature in the twenty-first should be measured after 3 hours. Prepare three people for an ultrasound in the morning. I took down the appointments, you can look in the notebook.

– Yes, thank you, Valentina Mikhailovna. I will do everything. – Alka absentmindedly looked at the duty schedule. It looks like we have a good team today. If suddenly something interesting turns up in the operating room, the girls from other departments will provide backup.

Alka refused to drink tea and ran to her workplace. Smiling, she ran through all the wards and listened to everyone with a friendly smile. I dropped by the lonely granny Smirnova, again unsuccessfully tried to understand what her complaints were about today, and yet, having given up, I decided to involve the nurse Andreevna in translating from the vernacular into an understandable language.

To the question: “What hurts you today?” The old woman sighed sadly, raised her eyes to the sky and said: “The petals hurt in their joints and the porch aches.”

When Alka heard this masterpiece for the first time, she imagined an old lady with wings, wearing a scarf and riding a daisy. Is it possible to imagine such a thing in a normal mental state? So I went on rounds to see my granny with a medical-looking interpreter. And the tirade about petals was translated very simply: My feet periodically hurt and my shoulder blades ache.

Having done all the work, distributing thermometers for the night and giving everyone who was suffering an evening dose of pills, the girl was reading English-language articles in a magazine with the beautiful name Lancet, when a chocolate bar with her favorite fondant and creamy filling lay on the table in front of her.

- Alenky, hello, are you with us today?

Alka smiled, she recognized this velvety voice, and this is the kind of candy bar that only Arthur could give. A young anesthesiologist who completed his residency just two years ago. He clearly liked Alka and tried to court her. True, things did not go beyond friendly communication. Either Alka didn’t give a reason, or Arthur was indecisive. In general, this couple went to operations together and Arthur always called the girl for interesting cases.

- Hello, Arturkin. With you. Is there anything interesting? – the girl’s eyes already lit up in the darkness with anticipation.

Arthur laughed.

– You’re cool, Alka. Another would be happy with flowers, jewelry, an apartment in the center of Moscow and a car, but for your joy you need a more thorough operation.

Alka squealed with anticipation. Rodion Vladlenovich was widely known as a talented surgeon. He interned abroad, went on an expedition to Antarctica for a year, and was simply an interesting conversationalist. Vladlenovich taught Alka despite the fact that she had not yet graduated from university. He always discussed the progress of the operation with her and always demanded that she take care of those whom she helped to operate.

Alka asked Veta, a nurse from the neighboring department, to look after her patients, and she rushed to the emergency room to meet the Ambulance, which was already entering the hospital grounds with flashing lights.

The patient turned out to be a very pleasant man of about fifty, black hair with strong gray streaks. Black eyebrows, an aquiline nose and a short black stylish beard and mustache stood out on his deathly pale face. Alka shamelessly stared at the man while she measured his blood pressure, took off his clothes and hooked up the monitor. For some reason he reminded her of the hero of some fairy-tale film. True, there was no time to think too much about his appearance.

The man was very bad. He had severe internal bleeding and without help he had every chance of losing his life. Alka knew for sure that they would not allow him to leave quietly. And tonight is clearly going to be a tough night.

– Take him to the operating room! – Arthur pushed Alka towards the exit of the receiver. - Run and wash yourself. Me now.

Alka rushed up the stairs. There was no patience to wait for the elevator. In the preoperative room, she took off her jacket, leaving only a thin T-shirt and trousers, put on a mask and a protective shield, soaped her hands, thoroughly washing her nails and between her fingers, rinsed with warm water, turned off the tap with her elbow, treated her hands with an antiseptic and, jumping with impatience, went into the operating room .

The patient was already lying on the table and was being smeared with a brown solution, covered with linen, preparing the surgical field, and Arthur was working intently at the patient’s head. Alka briefly noted that this strange man looked like actor Sean Connery. Just as stylishly Scottish. The operating room nurse Nina threw a napkin with another antiseptic onto Alka’s hands, put on a thin robe and helped her put on surgical gloves. Alka took the assistant's place. Rodion Vladlenych came in after Alka and immediately there was not enough space. The doctor, who looked like a big brown bear, rumbled:

- Well, girls, let's wave our checkers? Alya, what awaits us in the stomach with a perforated ulcer?

Alka got ready and, according to the already familiar scenario, was ready for such a survey.

– Great blood loss awaits us, Rodion Vladlenovich.

- So the cut...? – the surgeon stood at the table opposite Alka.

– Midline laparotomy.

- Exactly. Does anyone know the patient's name?

- John Doe. – the girl joked awkwardly.

- That means unknown. – Vladlenych made the cut. Having quickly completed his inspection, he turned to Arthur. - Call Yurka. Let him wash himself. And you, Alya, will come to me. Second assistant.

Alka realized that things were very bad. The second doctor on duty, Yuri Viktorovich, assisted Vladlenych, Alka held hooks, clamps, got wet and simply tried to somehow make the work of the surgeons easier. The monitor beeped in the silence. No one joked or talked about abstract topics, all phrases were spare and short until the main work was done and the patient’s condition became stable.

Vladlenych turned to Alka:

- Wipe off the sweat for me. “He operated the old fashioned way without a protective shield.” Alka offered her shoulder and Vladlenich quickly ran his forehead over the thin fabric, which immediately became wet.

“You’re wrong, Alka, wiping the surgeon’s sweat.” You need to expose your chest. – Yuri Viktorovich exhaled with relief and began to sutured the incision layer by layer.

Everyone in the operating room seemed to come out of standby mode and laughter and jokes began to fly.

- Alka, will you close the skin and subcutaneous tissue? – Vladlenych pulled off his gloves and tiredly walked towards the exit.

Alka placed the last stitch and exhaled tiredly but happily - That’s it!

The patient went to see Arthur in the intensive care unit, and Alka, after running around the department, collapsed on the sofa in the nurse’s room to sleep for a couple of hours.

In the morning at five o'clock Alka made herself a large mug of coffee and crawled out to the nurses' station. Lay out the pills, prepare the thermometers, take notes. Time was running out. Having done everything that a young nurse was supposed to do, Alka ran up to the intensive care unit to look at her John Doe.

- Alk, you’ve been here like the sun since morning!

- Arthur, the treacherous one. You're giving out compliments again. Oh, no good! – Alka smiled and asked, shaking her head towards John Doe. - How is he?

- Stable. But he needs to be nursed. And when will the police find the relatives...

-Did he come to his senses? “Alka saw her friend shake his head and whispered. - I’ll come after class. I'll sit with him.

- You are ours, Mother Teresa. – Arthur hugged the girl. – You should get some sleep at least once, but... She’ll come to sit...

The girl kissed the prickly, unshaven cheek and ran to report for duty. There was still another day ahead.

Alka trudged from duty to study, barely moving her feet. And again, like a familiar shadow, I made my way to class. Glory to all the gods and gods, today their group studied alone without any parallel groups. The Department of Polyclinic Therapy opened its hospitable doors to students, immediately loading them with a bunch of testing and independent work. Pieces of paper... Pieces of paper and dreams of pieces of paper. The entire training of students at this department could be described in three words: tedious, long, abstruse. And none of these characteristics aroused the desire to plunge to the very top into the “fascinating” world of outpatient science. The students were divided into pairs and placed in the offices of local therapists. One can imagine the joy of a doctor who is demolished by patients outside the door, without a nurse (there are always not enough of them) and, in addition, two dropouts who need to try to explain and show something. Of course, the doctors were in a hurry to let the guys leave classes as soon as possible, just so that they would not get in the way. And a flock of happy students ran about their business, mentally and out loud, expressing gratitude to such kind “uncles and aunties.” So the cycle was long, not stressful and just relaxing. And there were no mental or physical shocks throughout the entire training.

“Healing is alternative medicine, also called alternative medicine or non-conventional medicine, a conventional concept that combines methods of diagnosing, preventing and treating human diseases, which for one reason or another have not received universal recognition among doctors.” (Wikipedia)

Human civilization has always resorted to healing to survive. Healing is an indisputable and obvious fact even in our age of official medicine, with its pills, procedures and complete indifference to the holistic picture of the patient’s body. Official medicine quite often treats only the symptom, noticing the real root cause of the disease only on the pathologist’s table.

In queues for appointments with traditional healers, you can often find doctors who have not been able to diagnose some devastating disease in themselves and their loved ones. As a rule, real healers are people who see the whole picture, who grasp the connections between human actions, thoughts, lifestyle and subsequent diseases. Healers are people who have learned some of the most important wisdom of earthly existence and who in their treatment resort to natural forces and elements, to prayers, as well as to work with the energetic component of a person.

It has long been proven that a person is not just a physical body controlled by the brain. This is a holistic structure that directly depends on interaction with the subtle world. If the energy shell is disrupted, the person becomes ill. It is restored - and the most terrible disease is suddenly overcome, to the surprise of those around you.

Of course, healing is discredited by charlatans who work on this path, but official medicine also has an infinite number of facts of indifference, failure to provide assistance, or illiterate healing leading to death. We will never be able to compare the true size of cemeteries from the side of traditional and orthodox medicine. Therefore, a person himself chooses, analyzes and takes full responsibility for his health, remembering that a real doctor or healer does not treat one organ, he treats the Patient as an integral and indivisible organism.

Start date
as the group completes

(at least 9 people)with serious intentions

What is parapsychology? bioenergy therapy? This is a unique method of treating diseases, diseases of change using bioenergy and bioORGONomy. No person can exist without sufficient energy, which is why this method is very important for all of us. Thanks to biological energy, the human body retains vitality, and it receives it from surrounding radiation, from space, from products and even from the air.

WHAT WILL WE STUDY?

FIRST STAGE

• Bioenergy. Bioenergy and management of energy flows, cleaning of energy channels, nourishment and healing of the body, energy healing; vampires and protection, etc.

• BioORGONomy. Introduction to orgone and higher powers. Energy twins. What are they and what are they for? Reunion of doppelgängers.

• Extrasensory perception. Extrasensory perception, perception and influence skills, parapsychology and clairvoyance and wish fulfillment.

• Clairvoyance. meditation, chakras and the “third eye”, astral plane, viewing internal organs, far-sightedness, viewing the past and future, clairvoyance, finding a Spiritual Guide.

• Diagnostics and healing in bioenergetics. Diagnostics in various ways (including using a phantom, using photography), healing - energetic, magical, mental and karmic; protection in healing.

• Diagnostics and healing in bioORGONomy

• Dowsing. Dowsing, radiesthesia, work with a pendulum, frame, rod, hand. Search, anomalous zones.

• Genus and generic system. Working with family bioORGONOMIES

• Entities and energetic dirt- cleansing and working with the energy field

SECOND STAGE

• Energy Operations - energy Tarass

• SIGNATURE CELL

• DIVINE CELL (ADVANCED LEVEL) - watch here -

• The HEALER'S KEY is training. TRANSFER OF THE KEY WITH DEDICATION

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payment in installments by semester (monthly) - BEFORE THE START OF THE NEXT

After training, a parapsychologist CERTIFICATE is issued

as well as DIPLOMA AND INTERNATIONAL LEVEL ACCREDITATION (payment separately)

Group training Training 5-7 months, 1 once a week cost 12,000 -00 rubles for 5 lessons (per semester)

Individual training Duration of training 4-5 months cost 24,000 -00 rubles for 5 lessons (per semester)

The morning began with the disgusting rattling of an old mechanical alarm clock, which Alka inherited from his grandfather. And after all, it has long been possible to buy a new, nice electronic alarm clock with cute little music, but only this ancient ringing could get sixth-year medical university student Alevtina Vronskaya out of bed.

Barely lifting her head from the pillow, Alka slid to the floor with a groan. So yesterday I managed to go to bed with a wet head, and no one had seen a piece of salted herring from the refrigerator before going to bed. And in the morning, as expected, the reckoning came. To the touch it became clear that his hair had bunched up like a crow's nest, his face was swollen, his eyes persistently hinted at representatives of the Chinese people in his family. In general, Alka was in the appropriate mood, as always. The girl just hated the morning, like any decent owl.

Looking in the mirror, Alka shuddered and recoiled in horror from whoever was being reflected.

This is a terrible creature. And it’s definitely not me! Honestly! I swear by the new sneaker! - she muttered and, groaning like an old woman, climbed into the shower. Cool water woke up, invigorated and washed away the negativity. It became much easier. Hallelujah!! Life is getting better!

There was a loud knock on the door:

Alka, the pest! Let's get out of the bathroom. Otherwise I'll be late for work!

Maaam! I'll go out now. I'll just scratch my eyes. - Alka wrapped herself in a towel and crawled out into the corridor.

Move faster, amoeba, if you have time to get ready, Tolya will give you a ride to the university. - the mother squeezed past her dear daughter into the only bathroom for the whole family.

Alka stood in front of the mirror and meticulously examined herself. It’s completely unclear why mom thinks Alka is cute. Yes, thin, but not like a board, but with curves placed where necessary. Yes, average height. The very average one is one hundred and sixty-five centimeters. Waist-length brown hair falls in waves, although Alka, in her desire not to stand out, always hides her braid. Sometimes he’ll twist it up like an old man’s bun, or sometimes he’ll just push it under his sweatshirt. Snow-white, transparent skin like expensive porcelain, with Alka’s talents for camouflage, looked painful, especially in combination with the eternal bruises under the eyes from lack of sleep. A slightly upturned nose and plump lips would turn a girl’s face into a doll-like one with a little makeup, but let’s remember again about Alkina’s dislike for any kind of makeup and other feminine gadgets for beauty, and we will see a completely childish, naive face. And only the amazing, lively, huge eyes of an unusual violet color with black arrows of long eyelashes under the even arches of the eyebrows invariably attracted attention, which is why they were hidden by our shy lady behind brown-colored lenses.

Alka grinned at her reflection, squeezed into tight jeans, pulled on her favorite black T-shirt with a skull glowing in the dark, and galloped to the kitchen before Tolik left for work.

The eldest brother had a fashionable specialty - a financial analyst, and worked in a small almost foreign company, which allowed him to buy himself a brand new car, take different girls to restaurants and get on Alka’s nerves, educating her on every trifle for her chosen profession. Tolik’s work was only two blocks from Alkina University, which was the reason for such close relatives to take a morning trip together, which they both weren’t particularly happy about. Or they pretended that they weren’t happy.

In the small kitchen of an ordinary standard three-ruble note, complete bedlam reigned. Tolyanych rushed between the stove and the table, waving a frying pan with fried eggs miraculously holding there. Mother Elena Arkadyevna Timashevskaya (all because she refused to bear the name of her scoundrel husband), so mother ate healthy oatmeal with an apple. Alka habitually cut into slices of bread and doctor's sausage. The girl drank an instant cup of Coffee 3 in one from a large mug with a ladybug under the assurances of her mother-surgeon, who had been working as the head of the department for many years, about the complete harm of such sandwiches for the fragile, almost childish stomach of her beloved daughter. In general, it was a completely ordinary morning in the Timashevsky-Vronsky family.

Alka, I'm leaving in fifteen minutes. If you don't have time, you'll take the metro, trolleybus, or toptobus. - Tolya finished his tea, smiled mysteriously and wrote something on his smartphone.

What a joker... What, are you fooling another girl? - the girl muttered, pulled on a sweatshirt and sneakers and jumped out of the apartment before the kitchen towel thrown by her brother flew at her head.

Jumping three steps, the girl completely ignored the elevator and ran away from the seventh floor along a staircase painted by local graffiti lovers, jumped over the homeless man Vasya sleeping on the landing between the first and second floors, listened to his tirade about the girl’s recklessness, and jumped out of the entrance to the area in front of the house .

Despite the early morning, Baba Vera, a lonely old woman who knew everyone and everything in the house better than the district police officer, was already sitting on the bench.

Good morning, woman Vera. - Alka fulfilled her neighborly duty, smiling widely.

Good morning, baby. What, are you going to study? - the house bitch inquired in an unctuous voice. - Will Tolik give you a ride?

Yes. - the girl muttered; she didn’t want to communicate more than necessary with the disgusting pensioner.

The intercom chirped and Tolya came out, dressed in a decent office suit, a pale blue shirt and tie. Alka was once again amazed at how much her brother looked like their father. Mikhail Vronsky was one of some pre-revolutionary aristocrats. Hereditary Muscovite. An intellectual to the core. An architect who lived with his mother and grandmother all his life and was always controlled and looked after by them. How this mama’s boy managed to meet the young and very pretty orphan Lena Timashevskaya, who was then in her first year of medical school and came from the distant Krasnodar region, is shrouded in darkness. However, this was the first and probably the only time when the flexible scion of the Vronsky family bucked and went against the will of his household madams.

The young couple got married and by the end of their second year Tolik was born. Lena did not leave the institute; moreover, leaving her baby son with the madams, she devoted herself not only to her studies, but also to duty in the surgical department of the city emergency hospital. Naturally, both the husband and the madams were indignant both in moderation and beyond measure. But Lena was noticed in the hospital, and she was an excellent student at the institute, so they supported her in everything. Which gave her strength both for studying and for fighting two mother-in-law monsters. Everything collapsed when daddy Vronsky took a mistress. Some accountant from their design bureau. But she, too, was from some kind of family and her father-in-laws approved of her with both hands. They quickly divorced Lena and kicked her out of the apartment. She went with a child in her arms, one suitcase and pregnancy to the dormitory of a classmate. True, they always threatened to evict him and his child from there. It's a student dorm. And there was no one to leave little Tolik with while on duty.

At work, the former head of the department, Lev Yuryevich Shneperson, took pity on her. A completely lonely elderly Jew invited the homeless and confused Lena to move into his three-ruble apartment and occupy one room there. She did not resist for long, and agreed under the influence of circumstances. Grandfather Lev raised both Tolik and Alka, who was born later. For some time in that hospital they believed that Alka was the daughter of old man Shneperson. However, Lev Yuryevich suppressed all rumors very harshly. He became their family, replacing their father, grandfather, and grandmothers in one bottle. Bedtime stories, trips to the zoo, delicious dinners. All this was grandfather Lev. And they loved him with all their souls, like their own grandfather.