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High School of Healing
Yara Slavina

Chapter 1.

The morning began with the nasty rattle of an old mechanical alarm clock, which Alka inherited from his grandfather. And after all, for a long time already it was possible to buy a new nice electronic alarm clock with a nice little music, but only this old ringing could wake a sixth-year student of the Medical University Alevtina Vronskaya from the bed.

Barely tearing her head off the pillow, Alka slid to the floor with a groan. So yesterday I managed to go to bed with a wet head, and even before going to bed, no one saw a piece of salted herring from the refrigerator. And in the morning, as expected, the reckoning came. To the touch it turned out that the hair was strayed into a kind of crow's nest, the face was swollen, the eyes stubbornly hinted at the representatives of the Chinese people who were in the relatives. In general, Alka's mood was appropriate, but, by the way, as always. Just a girl could not stand the morning like any decent owl.

Glancing in the mirror, Alka shuddered and recoiled in horror from the one who was reflected.

“This is a terrible creature. And it's definitely not me! Honestly! I swear on a new shoe! she muttered and, grunting like an old lady, climbed into the shower. Cool water woke up, invigorated and washed away the negative. It became much easier. Hallelujah!! Life is getting better!

There was a loud knock on the door.

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

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

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

Alka stood in front of the mirror and meticulously examined herself. It’s completely incomprehensible why mom thinks that Alka is pretty. Yes, thin, but not like a board, but with curves placed where necessary. Yes, medium height. The most such average, one hundred and sixty-five centimeters. Waist chestnut hair falls in a wave, although Alka, in her desire not to stand out, hides her braid all the time. Sometimes it twists with an old bun, otherwise it just pushes it under a sweatshirt. Snow-white, transparent like expensive porcelain skin with Alka's talents to disguise looked painful, especially in combination with eternal bruises under the eyes from lack of sleep. A slightly upturned nose and puffy lips would turn the girl’s face into a doll’s face with a little use of cosmetics, but let’s recall Alkina’s dislike for any kind of makeup and other feminine beauty gadgets, and we will see a completely childish naive face. And only amazing, lively, huge eyes of an unusual violet color with black arrows of long eyelashes under even arches of eyebrows invariably attracted attention, which is why they were hidden by our shy woman behind brown 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 until 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 a brand new car, drive various girls to restaurants and wag Alka's nerves, educating her on every trifle for her chosen profession. Tolik's work was only two blocks from Alkin University, which was the reason for the morning joint trip of such close relatives, which, however, they were both not particularly happy about. Well, or pretended not to be happy.

In the small kitchen of the usual standard three-ruble note, complete bedlam reigned. Tolyanych darted between the stove and the table, waving a frying pan with scrambled eggs miraculously kept there. Mother Elena Arkadyevna Timashevskaya (and all because she refused to bear the name of her scoundrel husband), so mother ate healthy oatmeal with an apple. Alka habitually chopped up slices of bread and doctor's sausage. The girl drank from a large mug with a ladybug a soluble brew of Coffee 3 in one under the assurances of the mother surgeon, who has been working for many years as the head of the department, 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 will take the metro, trolleybus and toptobus. Tolya was finishing his tea, smiling mysteriously and writing something on his smartphone.

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

Jumping over three steps, the girl completely ignored the elevator and ran from the seventh floor along the stairs painted by local graffiti lovers, jumped over the homeless Vasya, who was sleeping on the landing between the first and second floors, after listening to his tirade on the subject of the girl's recklessness, and jumped out of the entrance to the area in front of the house .

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

- Good morning, Bab Vera. – Alka performed her duty as a neighbor smiling broadly.

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

- Yes. - the girl grumbled, she didn’t want to communicate more than necessary with the nasty pensioner.

The intercom chimed and Tolya came out, dressed in a decent office suit, pale blue shirt and tie. Alka once again marveled at how much her brother looked like their father. Mikhail Vronsky was one of some pre-revolutionary aristocrats. Hereditary Muscovite. Intelligent to the core. An architect who lived with his mother and grandmother all his life and was always controlled and patronized by them. How this sissy managed to get acquainted with a young and very pretty orphan Lena Timashevskaya, who was then in her first year at the medical institute, and came from the distant Krasnodar Territory, is covered in darkness. However, this was the first and probably the only time when the accommodating offspring of the Vronsky family bucked and went against the will of his household madams.

The young people got married and by the end of their second year, Tolik was born to them. Lena did not leave the institute, moreover, leaving her little son with 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 madam were indignant both with measure and without 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 the strength to study and to fight the two mother-in-law. Everything collapsed when Papa Vronsky took a mistress. Some accountant from their design office. But she, too, was from some sort of clan, and her father-in-laws approved of her with both hands. Lena was hastily divorced and kicked out of the apartment. She left with a child in her arms, one suitcase and a pregnancy in a hostel with a classmate. True, they threatened to evict the child from there all the time. Dormitory something student. Yes, and there was no one to leave little Tolik for the duration of the duty.

At work, the former head of the department, Lev Yuryevich Shneperson, took pity on her. A completely lonely elderly Jew offered the homeless and confused Lena to move into his three-ruble house and take one room there. She did not resist for long, and agreed under the influence of circumstances. Grandfather Lev was brought up by both Tolik and Alka, who was born later. For some time in that hospital they believed that Alka was the daughter of old Schneeperson. However, Lev Yuryevich very harshly suppressed all the rumors. He became their family, replaced 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 hearts as 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 award, after which she replaced Shneperson as head.

Lev Yurievich died almost five years ago. The heart of the old surgeon simply could not stand it. Doctors in general often die of heart disease, and surgeons especially. Probably because they give this heart 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 lowered peasant, grabbed Alka by the hand and dragged her away without looking back. Already at home, after interrogation with addiction, she split from whom she ran away herself and dragged her daughter away. Thinking Alka suddenly woke up from her thoughts and memories. Tolyan pushed her to his brand new Toyota.

- Do not sleep, insect, you will freeze.

They got into the interior of the shiny black car, which still smelled of new, and Tolya drove out of the yard.

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

So the session is coming soon. Yes, that's all. Uni is over. Alka said thoughtfully.

Has your sister grown up? Began to think about the future. And where then? Will you go to the hospital with your mother? Will you work like hell without days off and for a penny?

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

Alka hated the clinic. Routine work evoked in her a feeling of disgust, hung like shackles on her legs and arms, interfering with the flight of thought and soul. After the reform, Alka lost all desire to learn, and she pulled the student's strap without the same zeal. Blue diploma, so blue. Just to give up. If only to escape from the oppressive walls of the university as soon as possible.

And only after classes, when she ran to her mother’s hospital, dressed in a nurse’s costume and worked tirelessly, only then did the same Alka reappear, who always dreamed of becoming a surgeon, swallowed books on her specialty, cut a pork shank and put stitches on her kitchen table, eager to assist in operations. It 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 is, with all the advantages and disadvantages.

Tolya dropped off Alka 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 times and peoples, according to students, Gennady Petrovich Melekhov. He was all sort of slippery and streamlined. He didn’t seem to be fat, and it seemed that each part of his face individually wasn’t repulsive, but in general and in general, I didn’t want to look at him. He could not stand Alka, so it was impossible to be late.

Running up the stairs at a trot, Alka pulled the hood of her sweatshirt over her head. The unconscious desire to become the most inconspicuous once again played a bad joke on the girl. Without looking ahead, she swooped down on someone in front of her. Painfully knocking her chest against her hard back, Alka collapsed onto the tiled floor. The breath caught in pain, the bag opened and pens, mobile phone and notebooks scattered across the foyer. Stars twinkled before my eyes, my hands unconsciously groped on the floor in a desire to pull the scattered household closer to them.

- The mess is clumsy. hissed 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 be more lucky. It just couldn't. Yes, she is just a champion among loshar! I managed 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. Red diploma student, winner of a bunch of olympiads, head of the course, presidential scholarship. A tall blue-eyed black-haired curly guy with a dazzling white-toothed smile “a la the dream of a dentist” was an unattainable dream for all girls. He was rumored to have a girlfriend outside of uni, but no one ever saw her. But everyone saw that the guy dresses expensively and stylishly, and that he drives an expensive car to university. And everyone knew that chickens do not peck at his money.

“There you are, you stupid, clumsy stupid chicken. - contemptuously thrown phrase hit worse than a slap in the face and the loafer kicked the notebook away from Alka with his toe. Crawling on the floor and not raising her head, the girl was collecting things, hurrying to class. She picked up her cell phone and grimaced as a wide crack streaked the screen.

- Well, that's it, Khan's mobile phone ... - she became limp internally. The girl, as always, did not have free money, asking Tolyan or her mother was below her dignity. This means that you will have to take extra shifts again, and you will have to save. Sadness overtook imperceptibly and covered him with his head.

Still, Alka was late for a couple. After standing at the auditorium door for a couple of seconds, she pulled a two-size-oversize white robe from her bag and pulled it over her sweatshirt. Still buttoning her robe, she stumbled into the auditorium and was caught in the crossfire of contemptuous, mocking, and downright malevolent looks. As luck would have it, today was a paired lesson and Vlad's group was also in the office.

“And who honored us with his presence?” asked Gennady Petrovich mockingly. His well-groomed white hand with a signet ring removed from his high forehead with emerging bald patches a fallen, liquid strand of once lush light blond hair. Watery eyes stared at the troublemaker.

Hello, Gennady Petrovich. Sorry for being late, let me sit down. - on one note and not raising her eyes from the floor, Alka whined.

“Vronskaya, as always, you are engaged in slovenliness. - the teacher did not miss the opportunity to educate a passionately unloved student. “I don’t understand why you study at all? To trade in the market with a certificate of a university course taken? At work, this is called a violation of labor discipline. You will be fired, Vronskaya, for absenteeism at such a rate. Go to the place, don't be an eyesore.

Alka, to the accompaniment of chuckles and giggles, crept to an empty seat against the wall in the third row, where her only friend Svetka Pereprygina was sitting. Also a threesome, but more successful than a 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.

- I.e? The girl's eyes widened in surprise.

- Yes, I ran into him in the lobby ... - I didn’t want to develop the topic at all.

- Vronskaya and Pereprygina, you have nothing to do? - the sharp voice of the teacher brought the girls out of the state of "shake". “And what did I just talk about?”

- Eeeee .... Mmmm ... Something about medicines. - Sveta mumbled.

- Your version, Vronskaya?

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

- Sorry, Gennady Petrovich, I listened. She lowered her head in repentance.

- God gave the students ... I didn’t have time to sit down, how let's tryndet and chatter. The teacher shook his head disapprovingly.

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 as a piece of paper with a task right in front of Alka's nose.

“Damn it…” Svetka groaned beside her.

Alka looked at her task. It was very easy. Just the interaction of iron preparations with food and other drugs. Alka suppressed a sad sigh. That's bad luck ... Again, somehow the answer will have to spoil up to three points. Alka had been belittling her answers for a long time, if only not to draw 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 the tenacity worthy of a donkey, spoiled the abstract, control or educational case history.

The pair ended and fellow students reached for the exit from the audience. Alka was stuffing the long-suffering notebook into her bag, when Vlad, passing by, painfully hit her with his shoulder. The girl recoiled and looked at him with distaste.

- Ah, what was that? - Svetka's eyes were simply huge with surprise.

- I don't know!!! This snob has already got me to break it! - and Alka, picking up her bag, jumped out into the corridor. There was almost no time to catch my breath and calm down a little.

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 with a shark smile, the lecturer began to read the therapy for heart failure. He read well, interestingly, a lot. The truth all the time jumped off to the praise of an expensive imported drug. Alka understood that the company was most likely just paying the lecturer to advertise their product. However, in her heart she could not agree with the assertion of a respected lady that cheaper analogues are always worse than the original sample. But the advertised drug cannot be replaced with anything at all. It seems like if patients want to live, then you only need to drink it. And all this was confirmed by a bunch of custom-made 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 a paid drug, Alka was already in a state close to tearing off the lid from a boiling kettle. She boiled, boiled, and finally boiled.

- It is not true! - a sonorous voice cut through the buzz of students, interrupted the teacher's voice. Alka herself did not understand how such seditious words about the respected lecturer escaped from her. She spoke and gasped for air. Is that what she did?? So many years portrayed an idiot and that's how easily seduced.

- 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 to say that it is worse is not true. And according to the results of research, this drug has two cheaper, but no less effective analogues. - With Alka, literally for a couple of minutes, the mask of a foolish threesome fell off.

Do you consider yourself smarter than the professor? You don't even have a degree to teach me. - the lecturer got wound up and covered with red spots. The pencil in her fingers began to tap on the pulpit. It became clear that she was holding herself in her hands with the last of her strength.

Alka was afraid that her disguise could not withstand her indignation and murmured in the most dull voice possible:

But it's written on the internet...

- In the Internet??? Are you digging around on the Internet instead of listening to my lecture? - the professor was already simply spitting poison and looked like a cobra with her face swollen with indignation.

Alka blushed, got up, silently packed her things and flew out of the lecture hall, as always followed by contemptuous and mocking glances. And only her friend looked after her with sadness and pity. It is not known how this demarche will end for her such an unlucky companion.

Chapter 2

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

In the sister'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 Danai gifts. Why Danish? Yes, because it's a trick. As Elena Arkadyevna said, judging by the gifts at discharge, patients sleep and see how to organize diabetes mellitus and alcoholic cirrhosis for a doctor. Therefore, she strictly forbade taking alcohol, but the female soul could not fight for a long time against the sweet.

Day nurse Valentina Maksimovna drank tea sedately from a mug with the name of a popular antiallergic drug. Solid, full and unhurried, she believed that the name Alevtina was too old-fashioned and simple, therefore she regularly called Alyonushka Alyonushka. Arguing that these are two different names was completely useless. The important Maksimovna with a royal gesture demanded to be silent and continued to stick to her line.

Here and now:

- Hello, Alyonushka, let's sit down to drink tea. Everything should be quiet today. There are few appointments, and the department is half empty. Only in the thirty-seventh Koshkin should be put on a dropper and Mitkina's temperature in the twenty-first should be measured after 3 hours. Prepare three for an ultrasound in the morning. I took off the appointment, you can look in the notebook.

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

Alka refused to drink tea and ran away to her workplace. Smiling, she ran through all the wards, smiling affably, she listened to everyone. She ran to the lonely granny Smirnova, again unsuccessfully tried to understand what her complaints were about today, and yet giving up, she decided to involve the nurse Andreevna in the translation 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 broadcast: - Petals hurt with joints and hurt the porch.

When Alka heard this masterpiece for the first time, she imagined a grandmother with wings, in a scarf and riding a camomile. Is such a thing in a normal mental state to be seen? So I went on a detour to my granny with an interpreter of a sanitary appearance. And the tirade about the petals was translated very simply: The feet periodically hurt and the shoulder blades ache.

Having redone all her affairs, distributing thermometers for the night and giving out an evening dose of pills to all those who suffer, the girl was reading English-language articles in a magazine with the beautiful name Lancet, when a chocolate bar with her favorite fondant-cream filling lay on the table in front of her.

- Alenky, hello, are you with us today?

Alka smiled, she recognized this velvety voice, and only Arthur could give such a candy bar. A young anesthesiologist who completed his residency just two years ago. He clearly liked Alka and he tried to look after her. True, the matter did not go beyond friendly communication. Either Alka did not 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. What, is there something interesting? The girl's eyes lit up in the darkness with anticipation.

Arthur whinnied.

You're cool, Alka. Another would be happy with flowers, jewelry, an apartment in the center of Moscow and a wheelbarrow, but you need a more covert operation for joy.

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

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

The patient turned out to be a very pleasant man in his fifties, with black hair and a lot of grizzle. Black eyebrows, an aquiline nose, and a black, short, stylish beard and mustache stood out on a deathly pale face. Alka shamelessly stared at the man while she measured his blood pressure, took off her clothes and clung to the monitor. For some reason, he reminded her of the hero of some fairy tale movie. True, there was no time to think 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 let him leave quietly. And tonight is definitely going to be a tough night.

“Get him into the operating room!” - Arthur pushed Alka to the exit from the receiver. - Run wash. I am now.

Alka ran up the stairs. I didn't have the patience to wait for the elevator. In the preoperative room, she pulled off her jacket, leaving only in a thin T-shirt and trousers, put on a mask and a protective shield, lathered her hands, carefully washing her nails and between her fingers, rinsed with warm water, closed the tap with her elbow, treated her hands with an antiseptic and, jumping up and down with impatience, went to the operating room .

The patient was already lying on the table and was smeared with a brown solution, covered with linen, preparing the operating field, and Arthur worked intently at the patient's head. Alka briefly noted that this strange man looks like actor Sean Connery. Just as stylishly scottish. The operating nurse Nina threw a napkin with another antiseptic on Alka's hands, put on a thin gown and helped to put on surgical gloves. Alka took the assistant's place. Rodion Vladlenich followed Alka and immediately there was not enough space. The doctor, resembling a big brown bear, rumbled:

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

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

- A big blood loss awaits us, Rodion Vladlenovich.

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

– Median laparotomy.

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

— John Doe. - the girl joked awkwardly.

- Unknown means. - Vladlenich made an incision. After a quick revision, he turned to Arthur. Call Yurka. Let him wash. And you, Alya, come to me. Second assistant.

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

Vladlenich turned to Alka:

- Wipe my sweat. “He operated the old fashioned way without a protective shield. Alka lent her shoulder and Vladlenich quickly ran his forehead over the thin fabric, which immediately got wet.

“You’re wrong, Alka, you’re wiping the surgeon’s sweat. You have to put your chest up. - Yuri Viktorovich breathed a sigh of relief, began to suture the incision in layers.

Everyone in the operating room seemed to turn on from the standby mode and laughter and jokes flew.

- Alka, will you take in the skin and subcutaneous tissue? - Vladlenich pulled off his gloves and wearily walked towards the exit.

Alka put on the last stitch and wearily, but happily exhaled - That's it!

The patient went to Arthur in intensive care, and Alka, having run around the department, collapsed on the couch in the nursing 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 nurse's post. Spread out the pills, prepare thermometers, take notes. There was enough time. Having done everything that was supposed to be a young nurse, Alka ran up to the intensive care unit to look at her John Doe.

- Alc, you're here in the morning as clear as the sun!

- Artur, treacherous. You're handing out compliments again. Oh no good! Alka smiled and asked, shaking her head in the direction of John Doe. - How is he?

- Stable. But he needs to be taken care of. And when the police will find 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 our Mother Teresa. Arthur hugged the girl. “You should get some sleep at least once, but ... She will come to sit ...

The girl kissed her spiky, unshaven cheek and ran off to take duty. The day was yet to come.

Alka from duty trudged to school, barely moving her legs. And again, like a familiar shadow, she made her way to class. Glory to all the gods and goddesses, today their group was engaged alone without any parallel groups. The Department of Polyclinic Therapy opened its hospitable doors for students on the move, loading them with a bunch of verification and independent work. Papers... Papers and dreams papers. All the 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 polyclinic 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 being demolished by patients outside the door, without a nurse (they are always in short supply) and, in addition, two half-educated people who need to try to explain and show something. Of course, the doctors were in a hurry to let the guys go from classes as soon as possible, just so that they would not get in the way. And in a flock of happy students ran about their business mentally and aloud, giving thanks to such kind "uncles and aunts." So the cycle was long, relaxed and just relaxing. And there were no mental and physical shocks throughout the entire training.

Yara Slavina

High School of Healing

The morning began with the nasty rattle of an old mechanical alarm clock, which Alka inherited from his grandfather. And after all, for a long time already it was possible to buy a new nice electronic alarm clock with a nice little music, but only this old ringing could wake a sixth-year student of the Medical University Alevtina Vronskaya from the bed.

Barely tearing her head off the pillow, Alka slid to the floor with a groan. So yesterday I managed to go to bed with a wet head, and even before going to bed, no one saw a piece of salted herring from the refrigerator. And in the morning, as expected, the reckoning came. To the touch it turned out that the hair was strayed into a kind of crow's nest, the face was swollen, the eyes stubbornly hinted at the representatives of the Chinese people who were in the relatives. In general, Alka's mood was appropriate, but, by the way, as always. Just a girl could not stand the morning like any decent owl.

Glancing in the mirror, Alka shuddered and recoiled in horror from the one who was reflected.

This is a terrible creature. And it's definitely not me! Honestly! I swear on a new shoe! - she muttered and, grunting like an old woman of centuries, climbed into the shower. Cool water woke up, invigorated and washed away the negative. It became much easier. Hallelujah!! Life is getting better!

There was a loud knock on the door.

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

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

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

Alka stood in front of the mirror and meticulously examined herself. It’s completely incomprehensible why mom thinks that Alka is pretty. Yes, thin, but not like a board, but with curves placed where necessary. Yes, medium height. The most such average, one hundred and sixty-five centimeters. Waist chestnut hair falls in a wave, although Alka, in her desire not to stand out, hides her braid all the time. Sometimes it twists with an old bun, otherwise it just pushes it under a sweatshirt. Snow-white, transparent like expensive porcelain skin with Alka's talents to disguise looked painful, especially in combination with eternal bruises under the eyes from lack of sleep. A slightly upturned nose and puffy lips would turn the girl’s face into a doll’s face with a little use of cosmetics, but let’s recall Alkina’s dislike for any kind of makeup and other feminine beauty gadgets, and we will see a completely childish naive face. And only amazing, lively, huge eyes of an unusual violet color with black arrows of long eyelashes under even arches of eyebrows invariably attracted attention, which is why they were hidden by our shy woman behind brown 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 until 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 a brand new car, drive different girls to restaurants and wag Alka's nerves, educating her on every trifle for her chosen profession. Tolik's work was only two blocks from Alkin University, which was the reason for the morning joint trip of such close relatives, which, however, they were both not particularly happy about. Well, or pretended not to be happy.

In the small kitchen of the usual standard three-ruble note, complete bedlam reigned. Tolyanych darted between the stove and the table, waving a frying pan with scrambled eggs miraculously kept there. Mother Elena Arkadyevna Timashevskaya (and all because she refused to bear the name of her scoundrel husband), so mother ate healthy oatmeal with an apple. Alka habitually chopped up slices of bread and doctor's sausage. The girl drank from a large mug with a ladybug a soluble brew of Coffee 3 in one under the assurances of the mother surgeon, who has been working for many years as the head of the department, 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.

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

Human civilization at all times, surviving, resorted to healing. Healing is an indisputable and obvious fact even in our age of official medicine, with its pills, procedures and complete indifference to a 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 an appointment with folk healers, one 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, catch 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 resort in their treatment to natural forces and elements, to prayers, as well as to work with the energy component of a person.

It has long been proven that a person is not just a physical body controlled by the brain. This is an integral structure that directly depends on the interaction with the subtle world. The energy shell is broken - a person becomes ill. He recovers - and the most terrible disease is suddenly defeated to the surprise of others.

Of course, healing is discredited by charlatans working on this path, but even official medicine 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 folk 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 grows

(at least 9 people)with serious intentions

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

WHAT SHOULD WE STUDY?

FIRST STAGE

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

• BioORGOnomy. Acquaintance with orgone and higher powers. Energy twins. What is it and what are they for? Reunion of twins.

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

• Clairvoyance. meditation, chakras and the "third eye", astral, viewing the internal organs, far-sightedness, viewing the past and future, clairvoyance, finding a Spiritual Mentor.

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

• Diagnostics and healing in bioORGOnomy

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

• Genus and family system. Working with the family bioORGONOMY

• Essences and Energy Dirt- purification and work with the energy field

SECOND STAGE

• Energy Operations - Tarass energy

• SIGNATURE CELL

• DIVINE CAGE (ADVANCED LEVEL) – watch here –

• THE KEY OF THE HEALER is learning. TRANSFER OF THE KEY WITH DEDICATION

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payment in installments by semesters (monthly) - BEFORE THE NEXT

After training, a CERTIFICATE of a parapsychologist is issued

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

High School of Healing

Yara Slavina

Chapter 1.

The morning began with the nasty rattle of an old mechanical alarm clock, which Alka inherited from his grandfather. And after all, for a long time already it was possible to buy a new nice electronic alarm clock with a nice little music, but only this old ringing could wake a sixth-year student of the Medical University Alevtina Vronskaya from the bed.

Barely tearing her head off the pillow, Alka slid to the floor with a groan. So yesterday I managed to go to bed with a wet head, and even before going to bed, no one saw a piece of salted herring from the refrigerator. And in the morning, as expected, the reckoning came. To the touch it turned out that the hair was strayed into a kind of crow's nest, the face was swollen, the eyes stubbornly hinted at the representatives of the Chinese people who were in the relatives. In general, Alka's mood was appropriate, but, by the way, as always. Just a girl could not stand the morning like any decent owl.

Glancing in the mirror, Alka shuddered and recoiled in horror from the one who was reflected.

This is a terrible creature. And it's definitely not me! Honestly! I swear on a new shoe! - she muttered and, grunting like an old woman of centuries, climbed into the shower. Cool water woke up, invigorated and washed away the negative. It became much easier. Hallelujah!! Life is getting better!

There was a loud knock on the door.

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

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

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

Alka stood in front of the mirror and meticulously examined herself. It’s completely incomprehensible why mom thinks that Alka is pretty. Yes, thin, but not like a board, but with curves placed where necessary. Yes, medium height. The most such average, one hundred and sixty-five centimeters. Waist chestnut hair falls in a wave, although Alka, in her desire not to stand out, hides her braid all the time. Sometimes it twists with an old bun, otherwise it just pushes it under a sweatshirt. Snow-white, transparent like expensive porcelain skin with Alka's talents to disguise looked painful, especially in combination with eternal bruises under the eyes from lack of sleep. A slightly upturned nose and puffy lips would turn the girl’s face into a doll’s face with a little use of cosmetics, but let’s recall Alkina’s dislike for any kind of makeup and other feminine beauty gadgets, and we will see a completely childish naive face. And only amazing, lively, huge eyes of an unusual violet color with black arrows of long eyelashes under even arches of eyebrows invariably attracted attention, which is why they were hidden by our shy woman behind brown 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 until 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 a brand new car, drive different girls to restaurants and wag Alka's nerves, educating her on every trifle for her chosen profession. Tolik's work was only two blocks from Alkin University, which was the reason for the morning joint trip of such close relatives, which, however, they were both not particularly happy about. Well, or pretended not to be happy.

In the small kitchen of the usual standard three-ruble note, complete bedlam reigned. Tolyanych darted between the stove and the table, waving a frying pan with scrambled eggs miraculously kept there. Mother Elena Arkadyevna Timashevskaya (and all because she refused to bear the name of her scoundrel husband), so mother ate healthy oatmeal with an apple. Alka habitually chopped up slices of bread and doctor's sausage. The girl drank from a large mug with a ladybug a soluble brew of Coffee 3 in one under the assurances of the mother surgeon, who has been working for many years as the head of the department, 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 will take the metro, trolleybus and toptobus. - Tolya was finishing his tea, smiling mysteriously and writing something on his smartphone.

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

Jumping over three steps, the girl completely ignored the elevator and ran from the seventh floor along the stairs painted by local graffiti lovers, jumped over the homeless Vasya, who was sleeping on the landing between the first and second floors, after listening to his tirade on the subject of the girl's recklessness, and jumped out of the entrance to the area in front of the house .

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

Good morning, Bab Vera. - Alka fulfilled her duty as a neighbor smiling broadly.

Good morning baby. What, are you going to study? - the house bitch inquired in an unctuous voice. - Shall I suppose will give you a lift?

Yes. - the girl grumbled, she didn’t want to communicate more than necessary with the nasty pensioner.

The intercom chimed and Tolya came out, dressed in a decent office suit, pale blue shirt and tie. Alka once again marveled at how much her brother looked like their father. Mikhail Vronsky was one of some pre-revolutionary aristocrats. Hereditary Muscovite. Intelligent to the core. An architect who lived with his mother and grandmother all his life and was always controlled and patronized by them. How this sissy managed to get acquainted with a young and very pretty orphan Lena Timashevskaya, who was then in her first year at the medical institute, and came from the distant Krasnodar Territory, is covered in darkness. However, this was the first and probably the only time when the accommodating offspring of the Vronsky family bucked and went against the will of his household madams.

The young people got married and by the end of their second year, Tolik was born to them. Lena did not leave the institute, moreover, leaving her little son with 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 madam were indignant both with measure and without 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 the strength to study and to fight the two mother-in-law. Everything collapsed when Papa Vronsky took a mistress. Some accountant from their design office. But she, too, was from some sort of clan, and her father-in-laws approved of her with both hands. Lena was hastily divorced and kicked out of the apartment. She left with a child in her arms, one suitcase and a pregnancy in a hostel with a classmate. True, they threatened to evict the child from there all the time. Dormitory something student. Yes, and there was no one to leave little Tolik for the duration of the duty.

At work, the former head of the department, Lev Yuryevich Shneperson, took pity on her. A completely lonely elderly Jew offered the homeless and confused Lena to move into his three-ruble house and take one room there. She did not resist for long, and agreed under the influence of circumstances. Grandfather Lev was brought up by both Tolik and Alka, who was born later. For some time in that hospital they believed that Alka was the daughter of old Schneeperson. However, Lev Yuryevich very harshly suppressed all the rumors. He became their family, replaced 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 hearts as their own grandfather.