Nicron #98 23 июля 1998

Самиздат

Story - "Dr. Shahs" (end).

            Dr. Shakhov

Story. End. Beginning in room 97.


(C) Oleg Malakhov / Stever
Illustration: (c) Alexey Antipov / Goblin



  "Well that's all," - lightweight thought Dr. Shahs. And 
indeed, his work day ended. There was only a ritual which he 
performed each time after a large influx of visitors. Was this 
ritual in a large cup of strong coffee. For recuperation.


  Dmitry V. clicked on the button with his secretary. A 
pleasant female voice answered immediately: 

  - Yes, doctor.

  - Everything is as usual - said Shakhov, - I am a coffee, and 
you free.


  - Now, - said the secretary.


  The doctor stared expectantly at the door of his office. 
Exactly Five minutes later was to appear was his new secretary 
and bring coffee. Dmitry V. liked order, always and in

all. Besides, he was extremely conservative person, and
never deviated from his own imposed rules. That is why daily 
cup of coffee he drank from 20:10 until 20:20, Shakhov 
perceived as a once and set a mysterious ritual. For the 
slightest deviation from the rules he could to dismiss the 
secretary from work. Dr. fingers impatiently drumming on a 
tabletop. However, his thoughts were relatively calm. "It is 
hard, of course, that's because every time to listen to the 
outpouring of these patients ... Yes, and they try to do 
something to help. True, they say that water takes charge of 
the negative energy accumulated during the day. A caffeine 
improves performance of the brain and relieves fatigue. The 
main thing now - to recover. Absolve themselves of all this 
stuff ... Today something has been particularly hard ... He 
also have to give part of their energy. Their own ...

Although I knew what was going ... Yes, the mood at me today 
quite bad ... "Further thoughts Shakhova moved to reflect on 
the fact how much more interested in lining up a man in my head 
all sorts of arguments. He tried to analyze the progress of own 
thoughts. However, all fingers drummed and drummed on the 
table. AND then came the secretary, bearing such a pleasant 
doctor a cup of coffee. 

  - Please - she said, and put the coffee before Shakhov.
Dmitry V. surveyed the girl from head to toe. "But not
without a second thought you, friend, come to work for me, 
wearing a tight and a fairly transparent duds "- thought the 
doctor and would have had to thank her for coffee, when 
suddenly secretary, smiling innocently, leaned toward Shakhov, 
and said: 

  - Coffee as you love to do. Five pieces of sugar ...
It is not hard to guess that the last manipulation of the girls 
opened eyes Dmitry V. luxurious neckline of her blouse. Doctor

even I did not know: whether to transfer him to look on the 
face of the secretary, or continue to look at the neckline, 
which opened a decent part of her chest. Suddenly, he moved a 
little closer to the girl and said:


  - Thanks for the coffee, Nadia. Just do not forget that here
We still medical institution, not a brothel. See
you tomorrow at the same frivolous clothes - and you can assume 
that you're fired - with these words Shakhov leaned back in his 
chair, enjoying the expression on his face Nadia, which clearly 
reflected the resentment and perplexity, and then, a little 
louder, said, - Now, you free.


  The secretary looked at Shakhova look humble man, and without 
saying a word, turned and walked away. 

  "Yes ... - he thought the doctor - Solid idiocy. I looked,
how are you, darling, for me to react, if I was not "own
Dr. Shakhov, "... So all of you and pulls the tear tidbit. The 
money is there, the fame is, position in society is - what more 
do you want? It remains only to gain rights and to Use it until 
the end of life ... And because each is sure that her charms 
simply have to influence appropriately. There was only you, 
Nadya, one such ... And then after all and sticks. Like bees to 
a sweet ... Rather, like flies on carrion ... And some 
inzhenerishka with the collapsing defense enterprise - it's 
not! Who such a need! .. Think, probably, that I finished 
biscuit. Or even impotent ... Which has nothing to ... But I

it's easier - to live for yourself. Otherwise, why I got into 
this whole nightmare ... On the other hand, I have another path 
in life and not was. Grandmother - a witch, a mother - a healer 
... Yes, all alone witches circle. Good was my native village! 
Witch on witch witch sits and urge on ... Now, though, all 
around, too Some witches. But another order. By another use ... 
A Grandma, I had nothing ... Everyone was afraid. How to hear 
that Caroline Kuzminichna going to visit - this will lay a 
table that You can feed a regiment of soldiers ... And how 
could it be otherwise? Little that is not so - just two word 
poshepchet, chicken slaughter, and all - man's death ... Or 
some incurable disease ... Maybe I have such a passion of her 
people be treated? Granny maimed, and the mother treated ... 
Symbiosis, speaking on the scientific. If it were not for my 
grandmother, not would have been in my life of happiness. She 
gave me knowledge, and little idea to the big city of happiness 
to go threw ... Bastard ... Which dirt shoved me ... "- Dmitry 
Vasilyevich rose because of the table and walked to the window, 
intending to open it. Cup coffee he held in his left hand. 
Shakhov corner of his eye noticed that column in the indoor 
thermometer has risen to a level of twenty-five degrees. 
Prihlebnuv coffee, the doctor opened the window. Air in the 
office once filled with the smells of a typical evening. 
Freshness ... Shakhov, breathed in deeply. "But outside the 
city now has more ... Crickets ... Dr. Uvarov is now probably 
in terror. I f he has so much money repulsed ... People are 
drawn to me. In traditional medicine, were disappointed ... It 
would have been disappointed in what .. This is not a medicine, 
quackery and continuous. I'll show them all ... Traditional 
doctors. Everyone will sit in the shit! They are already now 
sit, though ... Newspapers something just for me and we are ... 
Phenomenon, but ... B went to any remote village - there is 
such phenomena tmuschaya darkness. Without the cost of medicine 
... Charms, talismans, herbs ... And yet - nothing more human 
health is not required ... Uvarov, reptile, even tried to 
threaten ... We say, this Shakhova put into clean water. It 
cripples people ... Well, the conclusion derivable ... I'm also 
not for nothing that Grandma went ... A Blight - great work! "


  Shakhov almost finished his coffee. A force and did not think 
to recover. Mood getting worse and worse. "Not to good this - 
thought Dmitry Vasilyevich - Anxiety ... It's just so I can not 
there ... Something is wrong. Or was, or soon will be ... 
Grandmother told me - we all in the family are. If something is 
wrong - just feel ... Maybe even some coffee? Or something 
stronger? .. No stronger I did not ... It will be worse. "


  The doctor set the cup on the windowsill. And suddenly I saw 
clearly in the depth of this cup nekolko drops of blood. "A 
blood-a from here? "- he thought. He shook his head, like a man 
trying to break free from the power navazhdeniya.Krov in a cup 
all come and coming. Half a minute later bedplate has already 
been completely hidden viscous red liquid. Thoughts Dmitry 
Vasilyevich got messy shade: Blood ... Is there something I 
talked about this ... I think even my mother, not grandmother 
... " Shakhov abruptly withdrew from the cup. "Death! - Rang in 
his brain, - It a sure sign of impending death! But from what? 
What happened ?! "Shakhov decided to close the window. However, 
not all that easy in our lives ... even he - a hereditary witch 
- could not predict how can be a death. It is only when a 
strong blow threw him to the floor, he realized how dangerous 
it is to deal with traditional medicine. City and Civilization 
devour everything contrary to their laws. They ate and Dr. 
Shakhov - a man who is genuinely trying to help people, but 
never realized What are these terrible people.



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  - Glory, come here! - In his wife's voice could be heard 
distinctly Bobrischeva panicky tone. Vyacheslav Petrovich, in 
what was, without undressing, after the street, rushed into the 
room. 

  - What happened, Katya? - On the run he yelled.

  - Doctor of your ... Shakhov ... Shot!

  - When?! - With these words Bobrischev entered the room.
Wife, pointing at the television, said:

  - Yesterday evening. Just handed in the news ... He was found
in the study. At the window. Gunshot wound ... Right in the 
heart. Say murder for hire.


  - What do you mean? " - Almost crying Bobrischev said - maybe 
something confusing?


  - What can I make a mess?! Directly on the TV just reported.

  Vyacheslav Petrovich looked at his bewildered wife. Then 
turned and left the room. 

  - Glory! - After they told him - you are there is ... Bread a
bought?

  Bobrischev stopped.

  - What a fool you are, Kate! - He said quite loudly.
Vyacheslav Petrovich put his head with both hands and leaned 
against the wall. He was, of course, sorry Dr. Shakhov. But 
even finished off the idea that all the hopes that he placed on 
treatment, now they are buried. Warlock died, and the mascot 
lost its power. "Well, I still did not have time to pay ..." - 
Thought Bobrischevu. 


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These are probably all people. Arriving in town, Shakhov not 
understand in that he is trapped. He knew how to love and treat 
people. However, do not take into account, that man - the most 
dangerous and insidious predator of those that inhabit the 
earth. People are in fact able to devour each other ... 



  OSLESLOVIE AUTHOR:


  The story was born a long time, but without generic muk.I it 
pleases. The idea appeared very long ago - in the ninety-second 
year. There even some blueprints, records, etc. But only now, 
when the the court has already summer and ninety-eight, I got 
the same myself sit at a desk and give life, "Dr. Shahs.


                        Oleg Malakhov,
                        06/21/1998.