Chapter 8: Chapter 5. Problems! Part second
"You don't have to fool around, you know exactly what I'm talking about," he replied.
"And what did I understand?"
Do you want me to explain? I will explain! How how the one who has never been engaged in this type of martial arts in his life, according to you, was able to do what the rest have been learning for years, I ask you?! - increasingly excited by what he himself said, almost shouted to me.
— Hm … "I learn quickly," I said a little thinking.
"I mean, are you learning fast?" This is simply not possible... - he never finished the phrase, since sensei entered the hall. Thereby interrupting his "hot" and uncomfortable conversation for me, as talking about what is happening to me, to an unfamiliar, consider, to a person, clearly not the best option in my position. Apparently, sensei also comes to the hall earlier to check whether everything is in order, or for something else.
- Oh, you already came, and, as I see, managed to blur, - told us sensei, having noted, apparently, our sweaty kimono and colored faces, more precisely, only one thing.
"Yes, sensei," Igor replied.
"So for sure," I decided to support him, because there was no word of lies.
- Then help me to transfer a couple of mats from the car, I just brought new, - gave us the task of sensei. We did not break down and helped quickly drag this whole matter and replace the "torn" mats with new ones. By the time we finished, the people were just pulling up for class. When all gathered, we began, as usual here and happens, most likely, from high-quality warm-up, most of all finding for time to a warming up of muscles which are used most of all in aikido: waist, back, legs and others gradually. When we finished with this case, we quickly, literally within five minutes, repeated what we were going through at the last training session. Seeing that no one makes gross mistakes, and the small ones easily corrected after his instructions, we switched to other techniques, once again divided into belts. This time I got an orange belt (the next after white), and those techniques that I had already trained, I performed quite confidently, but unexpected problems arose with the new ones.
My partner and himself confidently carried them out, and his uncertainty in them was conveyed to me. Thin-poor, but we have completed a new technique. At the end of working out this reception, I myself began to feel what it was necessary to do in order to better fulfill them. Then we moved on to another pair of new techniques, and everything happened again. With the edge of my eye, I saw Igor touch me and was clearly perplexed why I was so inept at fulfilling all these not very difficult, in his opinion, techniques. When not so long ago, together with him, I did something that was as much as an order of magnitude more difficult. A couple of times I even slapped in the back seat when I incorrectly put my legs and carried weight on them. Seeing or rather feeling the "back of my head" that someone else was watching me, and I even guessed who it could be, except sensei, of course. He moved smoothly between us and helped us to properly perform techniques, or answered questions from his students. This time I never got any of the black belts, and after changing partners, the situation with the implementation of receptions did not much improve. In my movements, some uncertainty and unfinished things slipped. And something had to be done with this, since at this pace my training will definitely stall. After the training, we again knelt and mentally began to scroll through what we were doing in training. I tried to do it the same way I did this afternoon. And with some tension, I was able to "cast" the memory back to the very beginning of the training, and felt that this period of time seemed to impress me into the mind! I could now say verbatim what we were doing or repeat exactly what I was doing. When we were released, I quickly headed to the exit from the hall, not forgetting to worship sensei in gratitude for training and instruction. Behind me was Igor, who clearly wanted to get to the bottom of the "truth," but he was detained by the sensei, starting to question something, as I noticed with the edge of my eye.
And when he was released, I was no longer in the locker room, as in the club. And I also turned off the phone from sin away, as I will figure out that it is more convincing for him to "lie," then I will turn on. After thinking about what to do, I stopped at the entrance to the subway for a short time and saw myself in the reflection of the glass door. I was wearing light clothes, yet summer was playing in the yard. Mike, bridges, sneakers and so on, but all these things, except sneakers, were clearly great for me and hung baggily on me. What did I not really like, and how did I not notice this before? Well, yes, with these events, I probably would not have noticed the landing of aliens in the city center if it had taken place. When I opened my wallet, I figured out how much cash I had, and there was a lot of it. I decided to go and buy suitable clothes in the nearest market, next to my metro station. Having arrived and started walking around the market, I was ready for possible troubles, but, to my surprise, they did not try to rob me or someone else before my eyes. And they didn't even try to calculate the sellers from whom I bought a couple of shoes, pants and other necessary things, without denying myself the pleasure of buying rather expensive sunglasses. He also paid for the Internet through the payment terminal for a couple of months in advance, so as not to forget about it later, and it did not end unexpectedly and, as often happens, at the most inappropriate moment, a couple of times this has already happened.
He also paid the rent for last month and the electricity bill from his wallet in one of the payment systems. I created a wallet before I fell into a coma or something similar to it. Having made all the purchases, I did not forget to buy sweet for tea and the tea itself, which was sold here for a spread, cheerfully and even slightly singing went home already in updates. But the trouble did not bypass me and came from where I did not expect at all. When I approached my apartment, a friend of our family, Alexander Valerievich, sat on the steps in front of my door, looked at me with some sad look and shocked me with the following words:
— Kohl … As if to tell you, "he began to pray, and for some reason he tried not to look me in the eye.
"What happened?" Alex?! - So I usually addressed him, and he was not against it, Alexandrov was full around, and Alexov was not enough.
"Your parents in the hospital... There was a car accident, some scorcher drove into the oncoming and lost control! They are in serious condition and are now in intensive care, doctors can not say anything yet. We could not reach you, and I came here to wait for you, "he threw out on me, bad, to put it mildly, news.
"What hospital are they in?" I need to get there right now! Drop me off? - I was drought, falling out of some stupor after what I heard. Quickly opening the door of the apartment, threw shopping bags there, after which he also quickly closed it.
They're in Stanislavskaya! Went.
Without waiting for the elevator, we ran down and loaded into the old, but still serving as faith and truth to our owner, the Volga and rushed to the hospital.
We got to the hospital in just half an hour. As soon as they got into the car, I cut in my cell phone and began to call or send text messages to excited relatives, trying to find out what happened and what the doctors' prognosis was. I answered uniformly that I was not yet aware and was now going to the hospital to find out everything. Everything mixed in my head and somehow I could not believe that all this was really happening to me. After finally reaching the hospital, we introduced ourselves and asked the nurse in the register where we should go, and ran in that direction. In our case, it was intensive care in the sixth, left wing of the hospital. Having swam a little because the hospital had repairs and the signs with signs were removed for some reason, we still found the operating room we needed. Above the door of which a red lamp burned, meaning that there was an operation and the entrance of outsiders was strictly forbidden, as the nurse passing by explained to me. Calls to the phone continued, but I could no longer answer them, as I wanted to distract myself and look through the door at what was happening there. In order, albeit amateurish, to try to determine how bad everything is. After passing the phone to Alex, he asked him to answer for me, he just nodded and moved away so that, as he thought, he would give me time to recover.
As soon as he moved away, I immediately gave up everything else and, concentrating on the door in front of me, penetrated through it with a look, not forgetting and connect the rumor. What opened up to me horrified me. Two beds stood next to each other and two doctors with the help of six nurses tried to save the life of my parents, who looked very bad. Everything is in the blood and clearly with fractures of the limbs, and, as I realized, listening to the conversation of surgeons, with damage to the internal organs and internal bleeding. The operating room heard:
— Suction …
— Scalpel …
"Blood substitute...
"Kidney failure," I heard with horror.
- Trying to stabilize! - reported from the doctor.
"There is no reaction... The pulse fell! - said the nurse.
"Trying again...
"We're losing him," another nurse standing next to the equipment cast a voice.
- Cardiac arrest... Category … Category … Discharge... - I looked with horror at this matter and was afraid, in a way that I had never been afraid of in my life, even when KamAZ almost crushed me. I was afraid to lose my father, who was an example to me throughout my life.
"Don't die," my lips whispered.
- Do not die, do not die, do not die... - at that moment I believed that if I say it, then nothing terrible will happen. And he directed all his will into this desire, as well as the insane hope that it will be so. And I thought something really happened, but I wasn't up to it because...
— Category! There is pulse! He was with us again... "the doctor said and again the languid minutes of waiting went when my father or mother were in the balance of death, but the doctors returned them time and time again from almost the world, for which I was immensely grateful to them.
About four hours later, the operation ended, the condition of the parents was stabilized, but it was very, very far before full recovery. If it was at all possible... What the tired doctor who came out told us drove me into despair. He just called me the crazy amount of money I needed to save my parents' lives! But with a tremendous effort of will, I was able to overcome this feeling and not succumb to despair and panic rolling on me. You can't, you can't give in to these feelings! Otherwise, parents will not even have a shadow of a chance! Get together and think! Think where to get you, that mad MONEY!
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