She sat for quite a while, moving away from moral injury rather than physical suffering. Fortunately, no one rushed her. When she came out, Igor Matveyevich routinely announced that everything was ready for the operation, the anesthesiologist had already arrived and was preparing, and it was time for her to take a seat on the chair. Only at this moment, Valya felt the fear of the operation itself, forgetting for a while that she was naked, that during the operation there would be three men present and that all stages of her humiliation were recorded on camera.

With heavy feeling, she climbed into a chair. She wanted to put her legs on a firm support, so as not to keep them on weight, but the only option was to put them on the knee pads. She did not dare to hide herself again, but, fortunately, the doctor, having penetrated, apparently, with her sufferings, took out a sheet and threw it on her. This turned out to be very opportune: although it was quite warm in the office, she began to tremble a little - either from fear, or from shame, or from both. Finally, the door opened, and an assistant anesthesiologist entered.

Valka looked at him and was stunned. This was the very neighbor she met on the stairs this morning. For the umpteenth time, her cheeks were filled with a bright blush. It's one thing when strangers become witnesses of your shame, whom you may never see again. Quite another, when such a person becomes familiar. And when you meet this person sometimes several times a day ... Now she knew his name - the doctor called his name - Simon Mikhailovich. How Budyonny, exactly, she thought, and remembered the famous Budyonnovsky mustache, which were so similar to the neighbor's mustache. He also seemed to be discouraged.

“Hello,” he mumbled in a forced way and added: “It seems we are acquainted.”

It was completely redundant. Why, if so, someone else to know about it? Moreover, it is a stretch to consider this an acquaintance. She grimaced and said:

- I'm not sure that this can be called an acquaintance, however ... - she thought for a moment, and then suddenly Shura, who was still silently working with his three-legged monster, distracted himself from his work and, grinning, put in:

- Of course, we have no reason to meet here, but I still introduce myself - Alexander Petrovich, you can just Shura.

- Semyon Mikhailovich, - the newcomer greeted and shook the outstretched hand, - Igor Matveyevich told me about you.

Valka did not quite understand the phrase of Shura, but considered it necessary to introduce herself too:

- Valya. That is, Valeria. Ivanovna.

Semyon Mikhailovich approached her and asked a few unimportant questions, how she thought about what she was ill with, what medicines she took, what she did and all such nonsense. After that, he shook his head in satisfaction and said he was ready. Valka asked what kind of anesthesia would be. Her interlocutor answered this:

- You will have the sensitivity of the lower body turned off, you will be conscious, you will see and hear what is happening, but all this is in a state of drowsiness, almost like in a dream. And it won't hurt. And then, when you wake up, maybe you don’t remember anything. And don't worry at all - the operation is simple, it lasts about five to ten minutes, Igor Matveyevich is an experienced doctor, so everything will be fine with you.

After that, Igor Matveyevich removed the bed sheet from her and fastened her arms and legs. He answered his silent question that it was just in case that she did not twitch by chance at a crucial moment. Then he dipped a cotton swab with alcohol and began to wipe her belly, thighs, and finally got to the crotch. She closed her eyes.Lying on her back, naked, tied, with divorced legs and open womb, she felt as if she was a doll, a thing that was put up for sale, which you can see, touch, feel outside and inside ... The feeling of shame was ineffable and, to top it all off, she suddenly realized that she wanted to write. The desire turned out to be so acute - she thought that she would not tolerate it and, embarrassed, confessed to the doctor that she wanted to go to the toilet. He replied that she needed a little, turned the chair slightly down, took out some white vessel and suggested that she urinate right there.

By this moment, the shame that she felt reached such a level that she was no longer perceived by consciousness. She, as a somnambulist, was about to follow the doctor’s instructions, but, alas, nothing worked - apparently, there was some kind of blockage in her head. At the same time, the pressure in the bladder was increasing. Apparently, having understood her difficulty, Igor Matveyevich said something to the anesthesiology assistant (she did not hear what it was), and he took out a long rubber tube from somewhere. The doctor immediately rubbed her with something, then told her to relax and ... she felt something enter into her. It was not so much pain as it was unpleasant, but the unpleasant sensation quickly passed, she heard a low murmur and felt relief. Then the doctor pulled out the tube, rubbed the crotch again, and the operation began.

As promised Simon Mikhailovich, the operation itself was remembered badly by her. At first she was injected with something in a vein on her elbow, then the picture floated slightly, and she felt some extraordinary calm, as if all this was happening not with her, here and now, but long ago with someone else. Later, she remembered how the doctor fumbled between her legs, said something, took and gave, it seems, to an assistant, some objects, but at the same time everything that was happening was perceived as if through a veil and seemed not to touch her. Not only did she not feel the pain, but other feelings were dulled. She did not feel time either - this strange act could go on for long hours, or, conversely, in a matter of seconds ...

In the end, Valka woke up and found herself lying on a couch and covered with a sheet. The head gradually cleared up, but a pulling pain appeared in the lower abdomen. There was no one around. She realized that it was all over, and she began to cry.

* * *

Time, they say, is the best healer. For our heroine, this maxim, apparently, was confirmed. The further the events of that ill-fated summer were postponed, the more calmly she looked at them. A couple of weeks later, she again visited Dr. Vorobyanenko to finally make sure that the abortion was successful, without complications. She did not have to pay - a strange sponsor paid for the second consultation in advance and disappeared. At least in this she was not deceived - thanks and on that.

She stopped dating Pasha. He tried to call her a couple of times, but she was harsh with him and made it clear that there would be no return to the previous one. But she met and even became friends with her whiskered neighbor Semyon Mikhailovich, the very one who turned out to be so inappropriate to be an anesthesiologist at the Melomed clinic. He came to them to drink tea in the evenings, and even managed, apparently, to instill confidence in her mother, who, although she grumbled, still about men, was good for nothing except ..., but in the grumbling of this, there were already notes mild, if not to say - peaceful.

With the filing of Seeds, she enrolled in a medical college located not far from home. He said that helping the sick is a noble cause, on the one hand, and on the other, people will not stop getting sick, and those who will treat them will always have bread and butter, especially if they are not working in a state structure. Valka did not know whether she would like the medical profession, but decided to try. At first, her studies were difficult, but gradually she became involved, and by the end of her first year of study she even became one of the best students.

Once she returned home after class and met her classmate Fedka with the funny name Vostrikov.At school, they didn’t get along very well; for some time they sat at the same desk and constantly quarreled. In the end, the cool their seedlings .... Read more →