The son was the first and desired child in our young family. I gave birth to him very hard. At some point, the conversation turned to the fact that the child could not be saved, they were going to save only the mother's life. But the son was still born! I got the impression that some evil forces did not want to give life to my baby, but other good forces helped him to survive.
Since childhood, the son was a very intelligent child, but he was tormented by chronic tonsillitis and frequent colds. In front of school, he was diagnosed with a blood disorder. The diagnosis sounded like a sentence. It was necessary to look for medicines. They made a test - no means used in such cases could be given to him due to allergies.
Only one drug was suitable, but it was sold in a pharmacy for executives (this happened in Soviet times). We were refused to purchase it. It was terrible! The medicine is in the window, the child dies without it, and we have no right to buy it for our own money!
Humiliating ourselves, we begged for this medicine. But it turned out that there is no complete guarantee of a cure. The doctors said that everything depends on his body. And my son really wanted to go to school. Classes had already begun by that time, and he, sitting at home, wrote and read without any compulsion. Such was his lust for life!
At night we often went to our boy's bed and listened to his breathing. A month later, the analysis was repeated - and it turned out to be good! Some kind of good forces saved our child again.
My son liked his studies, he certainly wanted to be the best in the class. And he succeeded. But there were moments when he raised his eyes to the sky and said:
“I won't stay long on earth. They'll take me out of here very soon. I'm here temporarily …
We were scared - you can't say such things even in jest.
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At the age of 20, my son, already a student, married his classmate. They spent their honeymoon in a tent by the sea. Once relatives of his wife came to them, fished, cooked fish soup. They had a gasoline stove in which very high flames flared in the wind. And so, when they were once again cooking, a jet of gasoline suddenly burst out of the stove.
Several people were standing around, but the burning gasoline doused only our son. None of those around him could immediately figure out what to do. The son fell on the sand and began to roll on it. He managed to shoot down the flames, but he received burns for forty percent of his body. He was urgently taken to the nearest hospital in a car. We were told again:
- Take courage, we can not give guarantees! If the body can withstand it, then it will live!
A month later, the son wrote a statement in the hospital that he was taking responsibility and asked to be discharged. During this period, he began his practice at the factory. Without it, you would have to take an academic leave - and in this case, obtaining a diploma would be postponed for a year. Everything worked out: again someone wanted to take him, and again someone saved him.
The son lived in the family of his wife's parents, but really wanted to have his own apartment. Having received the rank of officer at the institute, he decided to go to serve in the army. I was sure that he would not pass the medical examination at the military registration and enlistment office, but they took him, although he was covered in scars. They were sent to serve in Uzhgorod, in the artillery division, where weapons were constantly tested at different ranges.
On the basis of this division, the last exercises of the armies of the Warsaw Pact countries were held, during which a soldier died, falling under the tracks of an armored personnel carrier. At first, the investigation showed that the soldier had been hit by my son's APC.
He did not write to us about this until the commission came to the final conclusion - the soldier fell under another armored personnel carrier, which was walking almost closely with the one commanded by his son.
The son returned home disappointed and broken. He was not given any apartment. Then he decided to earn at least a car. For two years in a row, I took an additional vacation at the factory in the summer and sold ice cream on the seashore. Finally, I bought a used car. Once he was driving on a slippery road, in front of him was a cyclist, who rolled, wiggling back and forth.
And then a minibus jumped out of the bend. Rescuing a cyclist, the son crashed into a minibus. Another hospital, bruises, fractures, plus his car could not be repaired, and the owner of the minibus demanded a decent amount of compensation for the damage.
After some time, the kidneys began to bother the son. But he was the head of a shop at a private enterprise, he spent 12-14 hours a day at work, there was no time to take care of himself. When the state of health became critical, he came to Zaporozhye to establish an accurate diagnosis. He was admitted to the hospital, took tissue for oncological examination and found advanced cancer.
Transferred to an oncological dispensary. But the day before the operation, he had a stroke, it became impossible to carry out the operation. Three years have passed in the struggle for life, in moving from one hospital to another - it was hell. He asked me only one thing: to inject something so that the torment would end.
He died on February 13, at the age of 47, quietly, in a dream. This time he was really taken away by some dark forces, whose presence he always felt …
Alla I. LOGUNOVA, Zaporozhye
