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Sad, just sad
The end of the working day in the hospital.
I walk along the postpartum unit. In the hallway, silence: Mothers just finished feed the kids and they happily fall asleep.
Suddenly the stairs to greet me drunk bursts until transparent man with a tearful expression, such as looking around wildly and apparently looking for something.
I ofigevshy (from here in the holy of holies! Drunk guy !!! !!!), but do not feed this mind, I brake it and ask:
- That, they say, the disease, it is necessary?
- Baba gave birth to today, I want to see his son! - And he almost cried.
I told him - and so the wife is tired, want to relax, and not in the way you are, etc.
Hold on, brother, a couple of days, zaberesh their home, yet behold.
He begins to cry: YES TO HOME Hp is MEHYA NOT let her husband !!!
I walk along the postpartum unit. In the hallway, silence: Mothers just finished feed the kids and they happily fall asleep.
Suddenly the stairs to greet me drunk bursts until transparent man with a tearful expression, such as looking around wildly and apparently looking for something.
I ofigevshy (from here in the holy of holies! Drunk guy !!! !!!), but do not feed this mind, I brake it and ask:
- That, they say, the disease, it is necessary?
- Baba gave birth to today, I want to see his son! - And he almost cried.
I told him - and so the wife is tired, want to relax, and not in the way you are, etc.
Hold on, brother, a couple of days, zaberesh their home, yet behold.
He begins to cry: YES TO HOME Hp is MEHYA NOT let her husband !!!
