Olya and Bubble

And who are Babble and Olya? Olya was a doctor treating Lesha during the first hospitalization. Olya had an official name and we used it but she was young and fresh and looked like a girl who always had excellent marks. In our childhood there always were girls in kindergartens or in schools who played doctors and teachers very well and very seriously but who still were nice little girls: Olya was like that. She played a doctor very well but we played patients badly. We always asked the wrong questions, disoriented her and she even became disappointed "Why do you ask me such questions? You shouldn't be asking such questions! You are journalists, aren't you?".

At first we couldn't understand how such a young girl in beautiful shoes could be a doctor in such an awful department. She was just studying and was going to enter the post-graduate course. It turned out that she had a scientific supervisor, a leading scientist who treated a patient with her. He praised Olya and said that she could describe the history of the disease so emotionally that you would be absorbed by it. This scientist was an elderly man with an illness which caused the swelling of his hands, of his face and especially of his eyes: they were very narrow and full of tears. The swelling was more or less severe on different days and we called him "Bubble". He was really a nice person and we felt sorry for him because of his disease. We didn't mean anything bad and didn't want to hurt him and still couldn't remember his name. Bubble has been working as hematologist since 1966 and has seen a lot. That is why we asked him about things and he shared his experience with pleasure: "I've had a patient. We had treated him and he recovered. His friends from Asia arrived to celebrate. When I came in the morning he was dead..." He had a lot of such thrilling stories in store. He told us those stories calmly as medical nonsense. We asked him questions "May Lesha eat peanut butter?" And he told us a story about a patient who had a necrosis of the bowels. He used to come to Lesha's ward. He was so kind and quiet "How are you, Lesha?" "Fine" "No. Never say "fine"! Because I've had a patient..."

We treated Olya and Bubble with respectful excitement. We were afraid to come and ask too many questions but still did it and then we felt that we had asked too much. Patients shouldn't ask their doctors such silly questions. Often we sat imagining how Bubble went to the country, he picked up mushrooms into a basket with his granddaughter and told her fairy tales. We don't know why but we were sure that he had a granddaughter who sat on his knees and cuddled him. And it's even more interesting about Olya. Unintentionally She told us that in her childhood she used to sing in a chorus and that she even performed in front of Hillary Clinton. Eventually we gathered a dossier about Olya. We found out where she had studied, who her father was, how nice her brother was. We learned that he was a sportsman and champion, the winner of scientific competitions. We suppose that our Olya won in Danissimo yogurt contest. But of course we were much more interested in the meeting with Hillary Clinton. We even managed to find a photograph of Olya with Hillary Clinton. We used to watch EuroNews and remembered "Hillary Clinton may become the US President! Can you imagine it? "Will she remember Olya from that meeting? What do you think?" "You see, in any case we'll be acquainted with the US President through a handshake!" We were sitting and chatting about that when suddenly Olya came in. We are at a loss for words, I'm even afraid to look in her direction. A Goddess.