The chosen vessel. Fighting of the spirits. Miki Lazović

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СКАЧАТЬ left, and father has kept this promise. He drank so hard as if he wanted to kill himself with alcohol. He didn’t beat us and didn’t scoff at us as earlier. And with mother he behaved rather decently. There were good moments during these two years too. She has again become pregnant. Somehow at this time, we played with children and again – I have hit left knee. This leg at me was thinner than right because of last trauma. Possibly muscles as grandfather told, have begun to desiccate. At the beginning there was nothing terrible, but in several days the leg has begun to hurt indescribably. There was no my grandfather who could put his hands on a knee and could help again once more. Mother has taken me to the doctor as I couldn’t go. Have examined me and except hypostasis could find nothing. They gave me some hypostasis pills, having explained that it has arisen from blow. I drank tablets which helped me a little and it was easier for me. In couple of days pains have again begun. Again, I’ve to visit the doctor. Then he has made a detailed survey. Then they sent me to Belgrade. There it was found – some nerve has begun to desiccate because of blow. I have released from hospital with an explanation that in process of growing, the left leg in development will lag behind right. This diagnosis was completely exact.

      Day by day I grew more and more, the body developed, only the left leg became thinner and thinner. It was not only that. It lagged behind also on length. I suffered from pains and constantly cried. Mother drove me to different doctors, but nothing helped.

      On the second of May, 1970, when I was six years old and four months, for the first time in life father took me to hospital. Better he wouldn’t do it. Or it is destiny and it had to occur as it was written down somewhere in God’s books. This day father was drunk too. Possibly it was bothered by my crying and he took away me to the doctor and as soon he saw us began to shout at him:

      “Listen, Mister Lazovic, why do you bring this child again? Your spouse was told already several times that only ablation of a leg can help!”

      Half – drunk father looked at them and understood nothing. Then the doctor began to explain to him again:

      “When we received the analysis from Military Medical Academy of Belgrade in which colleagues explained that the nerve on his leg dries, we at once understood that operation is inevitable. We explained it to your wife who didn’t want to understand actual state. For anything she didn’t want to sign a consent to carrying out operation. I don’t know whether she explained to you that we wanted from her and I don’t understand why at these moment you didn’t appear, but I know that every day tightening is indescribably risky for life of your child”.

      Then the father began to abuse mother and to say that she told nothing to him… He asked the doctor what is necessary to help me. The doctor answered that as the parent it is necessary to sign the consent to ablation of a leg. Father agreed. At the end of the working day, about half past two, father endorsed the document according to which tomorrow at ten in the morning my leg had to be amputated on knee, and in case of need up to a femur. He left me in hospital. Later I was told that this day father was scary angry and swore at mother. This quarrel brought nothing good to mother. Again, after long time he beat her till she lost consciousness. In this state he tied her a chain for a neck to plum in the yard. He bound arms behind the back, and thrust some rag into a mouth and closed up with an adhesive tape so she couldn’t shout.

      Mother connected and hackneyed spent this night on the street. When recovered – she felt all body pain. This pain was insignificant in comparison with the fact that the leg of her child will be amputated. She tried to release herself, but it was impossible. Then she drooped and so waited dawns with hope that her husband in a night will sober and will salvage her child in the morning. It didn’t occur. She didn’t know that he drank half liter of raki in the night and was deeply drunk, and time inevitably passed.

      There was a morning before operation in hospital. Two sisters came, shifted me to some table or a bed on castors and carried to the operating room. I was covered with a green sheet and I know I was very frightened. I didn’t know what ablation is, but I felt that it is something terrible for me. This fear was confirmed by one of nurses, having told another:

      “It is a pity. We carry on ablation of a leg, and none of his relatives came to be near him, to support and reduce pain”.

      If I could, I would like to hide under this sheet so that nobody could ever find me. And they pushed, castors turned and the bed quickly approached to the hall in which I will be operated. When underwent the last turn of a corridor, approached to the operating room, before the doors I saw nobody else but my grandfather Gatso. There passed two and a half years as we didn’t see each other. It seemed to me that and I was never delighted to anybody as to him. Grandfather stopped sisters.

      “Come to me, my little Parapanats,” – said the low voice.

      All fears disappeared as soon as he took me on arms. He entered the operating room. Near a table where operation had to take place, there were two doctors, three assistants and two nurses. They waited only for me to begin operation.

      Good afternoon! – I heard grandfathers a voice which in silence sounded as peals of thunder.

      All grew dumb. Grandfather held me on the left arm, and right imperceptibly referred on them and several times waved to the left – to the right. I don’t know what to tell and how to explain it, but at this moment I saw the full transformation which happened to the doctors and all being there. In the eyes of the doctors I saw rage because of the appearance of my grandfather. At their lips I saw angry words which they didn’t manage to say. In a flash, all this was gone. Smiles appeared on their faces and expectation of what he will tell them. Then grandfather began to explain that he came to take me away, He will treat me in own way, and father agreed to operation because he is the famous drunkard and didn’t understand what he is doing because of the alcoholism. Doctors listened to him constantly smiling. Grandfather ordered the secretary to print the medical conclusion that operation isn’t necessary.

      Again, the impact on their consciousness made so that doctors unconditionally followed instructions which he gave them. In addition to all those instructions which were followed he influenced their consciousness and they called police which brought us home.

      Two policemen, two doctors and we with grandfather went home. When we reached the house – all were strongly surprised. My father on a wooden chair in semi – lying situation sat at a table in front of the house, and it was faced by almost drunk up raki bottle. He doesn’t see us and doesn’t know what occurs around. Mother was surrounded by the yearned children trying to help her somehow. One of policemen shocked by what he has seen crossed. And here everything as if on command started moving. Doctors began to examine her. And they couldn’t untie her. Removed an adhesive tape and took out a rag from a mouth. Policemen searched father and found a key to open locks and to remove chains which attached my mother. They managed. Mother was very exhausted. Because of the chopper which was taken out from a mouth, she couldn’t tell anything for some time. The first that told by a weak voice:

      “Uncle, again you saved me and my family!”

      One of doctors commented on this moment:

      “My God, even animals don’t do like that! This woman is pregnant, and he left her tied on the street for the whole night”.

      Drunken father was jostled in the car and brought to prison. And doctors left with them. They ordered to mother if she will feel any deterioration, then she has to address to hospital. Thank God, mother had no consequences. Entering home, we saw grief and a trouble there. It was unpleasant to mother that there was nothing to treat grandfather. Then he told:

      “My daughter, there was no time to collect and bring something for you. Otherwise it would be late to save my Parapants. Don’t be confused. I also know what poverty is. Your uncle brought money and now I will hurry to buy for you and children everything what is necessary.

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