Yayin da iyaye suka tsufa, nisan tunani tsakanin tsararraki ya zama chasm. Tsofaffin mutane suna ba da haushi, taya, suna sa ku son ci gaba da sadarwa a ƙaƙaƙƙe. Nadama game da wannan ba makawa ne, amma sau da yawa an jinkirta.
"Eh inna me kike so?" – Muryar Igor ta kasance mai matukar farin ciki a zahiri cewa nan da nan ta rushe a ciki. To, na sake kira a lokacin da bai dace ba! Ta kasance mai ruɗi sosai don ɗanta yana jin haushin kiran da take yi a ranakun mako (Ina aiki!) Kuma a ƙarshen mako (Ina hutawa!). Bayan kowace irin wannan tsawatawa, sai ta zagi kanta a cikin zuciyarta: ta kira kanta wani kuda mai ban haushi ko kuma wani nau'i mai ban sha'awa, wanda, bayan ya saki kajin daga ƙarƙashin reshe, ya ci gaba da yin la'akari da shi. Ji a lokaci guda sun sami sabani. A gefe guda kuma, ta yi farin ciki da jin muryar da ta fi so a duniya (a rai da lafiya, kuma na gode wa Allah!), A ɗaya kuma, ta yi ƙoƙari ta danne fushin da ke gabatowa ba da gangan ba.
Tabbas, wanda zai iya fahimtar rashin jin daɗin mutumin da ya sauke karatu daga kwaleji shekaru uku da suka wuce kuma yana zaune a cikin ɗakin haya, lokacin da mahaifiyarsa, a kowane kira, ta fara tambayar ko yana da lafiya kuma idan duk abin yana da lafiya a aikinsa. "Na gaji da ikon ku!" - ya shiga cikin bututu. Ta fara rikitar da cewa wannan ba shi da iko kwata-kwata, amma kawai damuwa da shi da bayyanar sha'awa ta al'ada ga rayuwar mafi kusa. Amma, gardamar da ta saba yi ba sa gamsar da shi, kuma kowace zance ta ƙare a hanya mai kyau: “Lafiya! Zan bukaci shawarar ku - tabbas zan daukaka kara. ” Hakan yasa ta fara kiransa da yawa. Ba don ta rage kewarsa ba, kawai ta ji tsoron sake jawo masa bacin rai.
A yau ma ta daɗe ta buga lambarsa, amma a ƙarshe ta danna lambar "Igorek" a wayar ta. A wannan karon, baya ga sha'awar da ta saba jin muryar danta, tana bukatar shawarar kwararrun mai ilimin likitanci. Kwanaki da dama ta dame ta yanzu ja, yanzu taji zafi a bayan kashin nono, bugun kirjin nata yana bugawa wani waje a makogwaro kamar malam buɗe ido, yana da wuya numfashi.
“Sannu yarona! Ashe da gaske ban dauke hankalin ku ba? "- ta yi ƙoƙari ta sa muryarta ta yi sanyi sosai.
"Kuna da hankali sosai - Ina shirya gabatarwa don taron kimiyya da aiki, ina da ɗan lokaci kaɗan," ɗan ya amsa da bacin rai.
Tayi shiru. A ɗayan ƙarshen, rumble of World of tankuna ya kasance a fili a cikin bututu. Babu shakka, abubuwan da suka faru a fagen fama ba su bayyana ba don goyon bayan mahalarta taron na kimiyya da na aiki a nan gaba: wani abu ya yi girma da karfi a cikin mai karɓa a lokaci guda tare da matsananciyar motsin ɗansa.
“Mama me kuma? – Igor ya tambaya irritably. – Ba ka sami wani lokaci don sake tambayar yadda nake yi ba? Zan iya yin abin da ke da mahimmanci a gare ni aƙalla ranar Asabar ba tare da wani shamaki ba? "
"A'a, ba zan yi tambaya game da kowane irin kasuwancin ku ba," ta fada cikin sauri tana maida numfashi. – Akasin haka, a matsayin likita, Ina so in tambaye ku shawara. Ka sani, a ranar wani abu ya danna a cikin ƙirji kuma hannun ya shuɗe. Yau da kyar na yi barci da daddare, kuma da safe irin wannan tsoron mutuwa ya birkice ina tunanin mutuwa zan yi. Ba na so in dame ku a karshen mako, amma watakila za ku zo? Babu wani abu makamancin haka da ya taɓa faruwa da ni. "
"Oh, to, komai, mummy ta shiga cikin sansanin tsofaffin mata masu raira waƙoƙin har abada! - Igor bai yi la'akari da cewa ya zama dole don ɓoye sautin ba'a ba. – A matsayina na likita, zan gaya muku – kasa kunne ga kanku da yadda kuke ji. Na gaji sosai da ’yan uwa da suke garzayawa asibitin da duk wani atishawa suna kwana a wurin, suna azabtar da likitoci da ciwon da babu su. Kullum kuna yi wa irin waɗannan mutane dariya, kuma yanzu ku da kanku kun zama kamar su. Tun da ba ku da wata matsala a fagen ilimin zuciya kafin, ina tsammanin, kuma yanzu babu wani abu na musamman, mafi mahimmanci, banal intercostal neuralgia. Yi ƙoƙarin matsawa kaɗan, kuma kada ku nishadantar da kanku da serials. Idan bai ƙyale ku ku tafi zuwa ranar Litinin ba, ku je wurin likitan neurologist. Kuma kada ku ƙirƙira cututtukan da ba dole ba don kanku! "
"Ok, na gode, zan yi," ta yi farin ciki da iyawarta don kada ta bata danta rai. – The sabon ji kawai tsoratar da ni, kuma yana da zafi da yawa. Wannan shine karo na farko tare da ni. "
"Komai na rayuwa yana faruwa ne a karon farko," in ji Igor cikin damuwa. - Mafi kyawun motsa jiki, amma ba mai tsanani ba, don matsanancin lokaci na neuralgia, wannan ba a ba da shawarar ba. Za mu kira ku ranar Litinin. "
“A karshen satin zaki zo ki ganni? – Sabanin sonta, sautin ya kasance na wulakanci da roko. "Idan ya fi sauƙi, zan gasa kek ɗin kabeji da kuka fi so."
“A’a, ba zai yi aiki ba! – Ya amsa sosai. - Har zuwa maraice zan shirya gabatarwa, kuma a shida a wurin Timur za mu sadu da ƙungiyar mutane: a farkon mako mun yarda cewa a yau za mu yi wasa Mafia. Kuma gobe ina so in je dakin motsa jiki: daga aiki mai zaman kansa, kuma, duba, neuralgia zai yi wasa. Don haka ku zo har zuwa Litinin. Wallahi!”
"Wallahi!" – Kafin ta iya cewa, an ji guntun ƙararrawa a cikin mai karɓa.
Ta kwanta har zuwa wani lokaci, tana ƙoƙarin kwantar da hankalin "malamin" a cikin kirjinta. "Na zama mai rauni ko ta yaya, na fara kirkiro wa kaina cututtuka," in ji ta. – Tun da yana ciwo, yana nufin cewa tana raye, kamar yadda makwabciyarta Valya ta ce. Lallai kuna buƙatar ƙara motsawa kuma ku ji tausayin kanku kaɗan. Igor likita ne mai hankali, koyaushe yana magana. "
Ta ja dogon numfashi, ta dage da tashi daga kan kujera - kuma nan da nan ta fadi saboda raɗaɗin da ba za a iya jurewa ba. Zafin ya ratsa ta, ya baje kirjinta kamar wutar jahannama, ihun shiru ya makale a makogwaronta. Tayi haki da blue lebe amma ta kasa numfashi idanunta sun yi duhu. Malamin malam buɗe ido, yana kadawa a cikin ƙirjinsa, ya daskare ya ruɗe cikin ɗan kwakwa. A cikin duhun da ya zo, sai ga wani farin haske mai haske ya fito kwatsam, sai da ta yi ‘yan dakiku a cikin dumin ranar Agusta, wanda ta dauka mafi farin ciki a rayuwarta. Sannan bayan wasu sa'o'i da yawa na naƙuda wanda ya gaji da ita gaba ɗaya, an saka mata da kukan bass na ɗan fari da ta daɗe tana jira. Wani dattijon likita da ke haihu, cikin ƙwazo ya matse harshensa: “Mai kyau! Maki goma akan ma'aunin Apgar! Ƙari, masoyi, kawai ba ya faruwa. ” Da haka, sai ya sanya wani ɗumi mai daɗi na kamalar jariri a cikinta. Ta gaji da doguwar nakuda ta yi murmushin jin dadi. Wane ne ya damu maki nawa akan sikelin jaririn da ta ci? Ta cika da wani yanayi wanda ba a san shi ba na ƙauna mai cinyewa duka biyu ga wannan ɗan ƙaramin kumburi mai ɗaci, da kuma duk duniya, wanda ya ba ta damar sanin irin wannan babban farin ciki. Wannan soyayyar ta lullube ta ko da a yanzu, ta kai ta wani wuri mai nisa, da nisa bayan rafi mai haske na farin haske.
… A kan hanyar zuwa Timur, Igor ya yi tunanin cewa, watakila, ya kamata ya dubi mahaifiyarsa, musamman tun da ta zauna a cikin na gaba block daga k'irjin abokinsa. Sai dai wata Gazle ta toshe kofar farfajiyar gidanta, inda sabbin mazauna garin suka sauke kayan daki, bai samu lokacin da zai zagaya unguwar ba don neman parking, sai ya hakura da wannan harkar.
Wannan karon kamfanin ya taru don haka, wasan ya yi kasala, yana shirin komawa gida. "Amma da farko ga mahaifiyata," - ba zato ba tsammani don kansa, Igor ya sake jin bukatar gaggawa don ganin ta. Kafin ya juya cikin tsakar gida, ya rasa motar daukar marasa lafiya, wacce ta tsaya a bakin kofar da mahaifiyarsa ke zaune. Biyu masu tsari ne suka fito daga cikin motar a hankali suka fara jan shimfidar. Igor na ciki yayi sanyi. "Guys, a wane falo kuke?" Ya yi ihu yana sauke gilashin. "Saba'in da biyu!" – mai matsakaicin shekaru ya amsa ba tare da so ba. "Don haka matsa da sauri!" – Igor ya yi ihu, yana tsalle daga motar. "Ba mu da inda za mu yi gaggawa," in ji matashin abokin aikinsa a cikin hanyar kasuwanci. – An kira mu mu fitar da gawar. Matar ta riga ta mutu na tsawon sa'o'i da yawa, bisa la'akari da kalaman makwabcin da ya gano ta. Abu ne mai kyau cewa bai daɗe a kwance ba, ko kuma wani lokacin maƙwabta za su gane mutuwar irin waɗannan masu kaɗaici ta wurin warin ɗakin. Ka ajiye motarka a wani wuri, in ba haka ba zai hana mu fita. "
Matashin mai tsari ya ci gaba da cewa wani abu, amma Igor bai ji shi ba. "Ba za ku zo ganina ba a karshen mako?" – wannan roƙon uwar ta ƙarshe, ta faɗa cikin irin wannan sautin roƙon da ba ya so, ta buga kansa da ƙararrawa mai girma. "Na zo wurinki Mama" ya fada da karfi bai gane muryarsa ba. "Kiyi hakuri na makara."