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Veronika decides to die :: Coelho Paulo
Страница: 96 из 115I can just walk through the door and never come back. But I needed to say all this to someone, and I’m saying it to you: The death of that young girl made me understand my own life.”
“I think these signs of improvement are turning into something of a miraculous chain of healing,” Dr. Igor said with a laugh. “What do you think you’ll do?”
“I’ll go to El Salvador and work with children there.”
“There’s no need to go so far away. Sarajevo is only about two hundred kilometers from here. The war may be over, but the problems continue.”
“Then I’ll go to Sarajevo.”
Dr. Igor took a form from a drawer and carefully filled it in. Then he got up and accompanied Mari to the door.
“Good luck,” he said, then immediately went back to his office and closed the door. He tried hard not to grow fond of his patients, but he never succeeded. Mari would be much missed in Villete.
When Eduard opened his eyes, the girl was still there. After his first electric shock sessions, he had had to struggle for a long time to remember what had happened; but then the therapeutic effect of the treatment lay precisely in that artificially induced partial amnesia which allowed the patient to forget the problems troubling him and to regain his calm.
The more frequently electric shock treatment was given however, the less enduring its effects; he recognized the girl at once.
“While you were sleeping, you said something about visions of paradise,” she said, stroking his hair.
Visions of paradise? Yes, visions of paradise. Eduard looked at her. He wanted to tell her everything.
But at that moment, however, the nurse came in with a syringe.
“You’ve got to have this now,” she said to Veronika. “Dr. Igor’s orders.”
“I’ve already had some today, and I don’t want any more,” she said. “What’s more, I’ve no desire to leave here either. I refuse to obey any orders, any rules, and I won’t be forced to do anything.”
The nurse seemed used to this kind of reaction.
“Then I’m afraid we’ll have to sedate you.”
“I need to talk to you,” said Eduard. “Have the injection.”
Veronika rolled up the sleeve of her sweater, and the nurse injected her with the drug.
“There’s a good girl,” she said. “Now why don’t the two of you leave this gloomy ward and go outside for a walk?”
“You’re ashamed of what happened last night,” said Eduard, while they were walking in the garden.
“I was, but now I’m proud.
“I think these signs of improvement are turning into something of a miraculous chain of healing,” Dr. Igor said with a laugh. “What do you think you’ll do?”
“I’ll go to El Salvador and work with children there.”
“There’s no need to go so far away. Sarajevo is only about two hundred kilometers from here. The war may be over, but the problems continue.”
“Then I’ll go to Sarajevo.”
Dr. Igor took a form from a drawer and carefully filled it in. Then he got up and accompanied Mari to the door.
“Good luck,” he said, then immediately went back to his office and closed the door. He tried hard not to grow fond of his patients, but he never succeeded. Mari would be much missed in Villete.
When Eduard opened his eyes, the girl was still there. After his first electric shock sessions, he had had to struggle for a long time to remember what had happened; but then the therapeutic effect of the treatment lay precisely in that artificially induced partial amnesia which allowed the patient to forget the problems troubling him and to regain his calm.
The more frequently electric shock treatment was given however, the less enduring its effects; he recognized the girl at once.
“While you were sleeping, you said something about visions of paradise,” she said, stroking his hair.
Visions of paradise? Yes, visions of paradise. Eduard looked at her. He wanted to tell her everything.
But at that moment, however, the nurse came in with a syringe.
“You’ve got to have this now,” she said to Veronika. “Dr. Igor’s orders.”
“I’ve already had some today, and I don’t want any more,” she said. “What’s more, I’ve no desire to leave here either. I refuse to obey any orders, any rules, and I won’t be forced to do anything.”
The nurse seemed used to this kind of reaction.
“Then I’m afraid we’ll have to sedate you.”
“I need to talk to you,” said Eduard. “Have the injection.”
Veronika rolled up the sleeve of her sweater, and the nurse injected her with the drug.
“There’s a good girl,” she said. “Now why don’t the two of you leave this gloomy ward and go outside for a walk?”
“You’re ashamed of what happened last night,” said Eduard, while they were walking in the garden.
“I was, but now I’m proud.