that they say they have offended his wife and he can put me on the headstock. Unfortunately, he does not know that I arrived not from a boarding house of noble maidens, but from the former homeless, or rather, homeless, and with a landfill and finnichnaya not familiar with hearsay. And I continue the conversation in his tone. He first stews and then the conversation becomes quite friendly. I explain the whole layout as everything was and what Markelovna is like - he turns out to be quite an adequate muzhik, he understands everything, he says - Sorry, Bratella for hitting, first the chip isn’t skipping, and we’re friends.

A couple of months pass, autumn comes, but it is still warm outside. I intervene on duty in the evening, I remember it was already dark, when suddenly a nurse from the infection came running to me (she cleaned up at KIZ) and she says that someone puffs and howls is afraid to go there. At first, it makes me laugh, and then I decide to go with her to see what is there. When she arrives she opens the door with a key, I enter and really hear incomprehensible sounds - some sort of uterine mooing. I turn on the light and walk into another room and see a large bag of oilcloth on the floor (we used such bags to carry laundry to the laundry room and from the laundry room - they were 2x1 meters in size) tied with a piece of red rubber tube (we used pieces of such a tube when blood was taken from a vein since they were periodically torn, they were cut off from a skein 10 meters long which lay on the bottom shelf of a glass cabinet standing near the table). The bag is tossed and mooed. I run up to him and untie the receiver, grab him by the bottom (the nurse helps me) and we shake out of him ... Markelovna. Bound, or rather, swaddled hands and feet with a rubber tube that is so tight that it is completely hidden in the folds of its fat body. On her face, a cotton-gauze bandage from her cholera suit, her face so tight that she cannot be tightly red, because of lack of air, her eyes are filled with blood and bulging out of orbits ... her clothes are in disarray - her robe is pulled up, her pantaloons are smeared with urine and feces, and the front wall of your stomach is swollen and tight like a drum.

We with the nurse begin to free her from fetters. I tear off the bandage and see that her cheeks are bulging and her mouth is open. The oral cavity is all tightly clogged with cotton. A nurse taking a pair of scissors tries to cut the cords. I begin to free Markelovna’s mouth from the cotton, pulling it out and throwing it into the bix (after we saw it was almost half full, it was almost 300 grams.) Markelovna with great difficulty rises and waddles in the toilet. You can hear how there she groans and groans, and then groans - I can not, it hurts - they pushed me something there !!! Who they can not figure out as she begins to moan and groan again. We lay it on the couch. By calling a surgeon. And I myself start looking around in the room. I see a dishwasher smeared on the floor, stained with feces, I also see a spatula on which cotton is as thick as a small apple, also full of feces. Near the bed on the floor is the Esmarkh mug. This circle with a capacity of 3 liters of royal times is made of thick glass with graduations used in our office for storing liquid soap for the treatment of hands. She hung near the sink. She did not have the tip, and the hose was very thick and closed with a clip. Now she lies on the floor near the couch and the end of the hose is smeared with feces.

I continue to look around further. I see two half-liter bottles of hydrogen peroxide, (used for disinfection), two of the same bottles of glycerin (used for preservation of samples). I start to understand what happened here. We are waiting for the surgeon Markelovna, holding her stomach, bends and howls on the couch. Even from a distance you can hear what her peristalsis is - raging sounds can be heard throughout the room.The surgeon arrives in about half an hour. He asks what happened here - Markelovna does not answer, but only groans and groans. I show what I found. The surgeon looks and immediately understands what's the matter - So apparently she was poured with a fiery enema, and the ampoule of the rectum was tamped down - you hear what kind of rumbling in the intestine, and the belly is well swollen. (We usually call Ognev enema with a fire enema - 200 ml of 3% hydrogen peroxide, 200 ml of liquid soap, 200 ml of glycerin - it was used for intestinal paresis and acted very violently causing strong peristalsis, besides that, the peroxide released oxygen, which very strongly inflated the intestine. All this caused severe diarrhea and it was very painful for the patient; in addition, it caused severe irritation of the intestines which is very difficult to treat. Because of this, it is now hardly used).

We ask the nurse to bring an emptying chair, and the surgeon goes for the instruments. When everything was brought we cant Markelovna, the surgeon introduces her a rectal speculum - we see that the ampulla of the rectum is clogged with something. I grab this cork with a kortsang - the experience is already there and I begin to pull it. When he gets to the sphincter, we put her on a chair and I pull out a tampon that turned out to be a rubber glove crammed with other gloves. A jet of liquid foamy feces pours into the bucket under enormous pressure and a gas overflows from the guts. Leaving it empty will call the police. Surprisingly she arrives in an hour. Immediately start yelling that we destroyed the crime scene. Well, we also yell at them that it was necessary to save the sick. While we were arguing with them, Markelovna gradually regained consciousness and told what had happened. I bring her story.

About three o'clock in the afternoon, three strong guys came into the office and asked to take blood for an HIV test. One sat in a chair, and the other two stood behind her. She as always began preparing with appropriate comments. Suddenly, one of them grabbed a towel lying on a chair and threw it around her neck and tightened the ends in different directions. She fainted. When she came to herself, she saw what lay on the couch, and the guys twist it with a rubber tube. She tried to scream, but her mouth was instantly covered with cotton from an open pin and put a cotton-gauze bandage from a cholera set on her face for reliability. Then one of the guys said, “Now we’ll clear the old purse for you”, after which they lowered their pantaloons and stuck the brush in the anus into the anus to wash the test tubes in different directions. She was very hurt. Then one of them said, but Now let's take her analysis on the worms. They put a wad of cotton on a spatula and dipped it in glycerin and stuck it in her ass.

She was so hot she thought she was going to go crazy. Having played enough with her, one of them said that the old lady needing to treat her is to give her an enema. After removing the Esmarch's mug (there was about a third of the thick soap solution) they poured two bottles of hydrogen peroxide and two bottles of glycerin there (everything that was in the office. Listening to Markelovna’s story, the idea that someone obviously taught me what to do or one of them was a health worker). One of the guys turned her over on her stomach and sat on her shoulders, while the other held a mug on her feet, spread her buttocks apart and shoved the hose into the anus - almost immediately the terrible burning and spasms in the intestines began. (this mixture is really a hellish mixture). When the liquid ended, she immediately pulled out the hose and then closed the rectum (swab from gloves). Then they took a bag of linen and shoved it inside, tied its neck. She still heard one of them say - Let the granny rest here to take a steam bath. She heard the doors slam and realized that they were gone. Almost immediately, she began to have terrible abdominal pains, as I said this mixture causes terrible peristalsis, and the released oxygen inflates the intestines.All this gives a truly hellish torment; moreover, we take into account the volume of an enema 5 times the usual one and, in addition, the impossibility of emptying the intestines. One can only imagine so severe was this torture. She was so tormented for about four hours.

We listened to the story of Leokadia Markelovna, and to be honest, we didn’t feel sorry for her at all, she was so bad a person, although it may not be good to hear such things from a doctor, but you cannot throw out a word from a song.

We immediately took Leokadia Markelovna to surgery where she spent three weeks for treating inflammation of the large intestine and rectum caused by torture. Then she went to the children somewhere in the Far East and nobody else heard anything about her.

The police never found those who “treated the granny” - No one saw or heard anything (at least that's what everyone said), and in addition the yard was the 90s.

Another grandmother Evdokia Petrovna, a very kind, cultured man, began working at KIZ. We were great friends with her, and in general everyone and the staff and patients were very respected.

Lastly, I will say one thing: nobody loved Markelovna and forgot about speed. Sometimes they only recalled the incident with her as a funny joke and regretted that they hadn’t "treated" it before.