Svetlana Akhunova: “The heart is a very fragile thing: it beats. Parables about family The saddest parable

The ancient gilded clock standing on the Hogwarts headmaster's desk struck exactly eleven times, disturbing the falling asleep Phoenix, causing him to wake up and purr displeasedly. The light from a dozen almost burnt out candles reflected on magical instruments and instruments, casting intricate shadows on the walls of Dumbledore's office. Despite the late hour, the Hogwarts headmaster was still in his dark burgundy work robes and receiving visitors. Today, Dumbledore was visited by the Minister of Magic Rufus Scrimgeour, who again asked to help the Ministry with advice on how to explain the cloud-dragon to Muggles, Alastor Moody, who came on business of the Order of the Phoenix, and the new head of the board of trustees - after Lucius Malfoy, no one could hold out on this position and five months. The most unexpected visitor was the last guest, who did not even bother to warn about his late arrival and, in a completely unknown way to the director, got right to the threshold of the director’s office.

Very rarely, Dumbledore's gaze was not kind and understanding, but stern, seeing through, not accepting any compromises, and this gaze was most often, in one way or another, associated with the Death Eaters. And now Dumbledore looked sternly, appraisingly at his unexpected visitor, who, for unknown reasons, decided to visit the director of Hogwarts.

“Good evening, Professor Dumbledore,” the late visitor greeted the gray-haired old man, sitting in a chair opposite the headmaster’s desk.

Good evening Konstantin. I admit, I’m surprised by your visit,” the professor tried to greet Voldemort’s son, who killed one of the Hogwarts students, as politely as possible. “I believe you cast a powerful deception spell on the stone Gargoyle, since it let you in without a password.”

No, Professor Snape let me in here. Believe me, Dumbledore, I’m not here to demonstrate my knowledge of magic,” Constantine answered calmly. - However, it’s worth noting that your Gargoyle really won’t be difficult to deceive.

Dumbledore, not taking his eyes off for a second, looked sternly at Constantine. Maybe he had been deceiving himself all this time, and the blood had taken its toll. In front of the professor sat a guy who looked almost like a copy of the young Voldemort, differing from his father only in the sincerity in his gaze and the charming smile that he inherited from his mother.

“You are probably surprised by my request for a meeting,” Konstantin began, keeping silent about the fact that he stated this request after entering the director’s office, and Dumbledore had no other choice but to accept him, “especially since recent events... I because of them here, and not only because of them. I'm very sorry... Snape probably told you everything. I was forced to demonstrate to them the fourth Unforgivable Curse. My father was in Romania and saw that I applied it to my relatives, who committed atrocities against me throughout my life. “I know, I have no forgiveness, but I didn’t come for him,” Voldemort’s son continued calmly, but with a little bitterness in his voice, “I came to ask you for help.” Save my mother. Father too, if you can... You alone can help them.

Dumbledore's eyebrows shot up, and his gaze became his usual kind and understanding. This means that he was not mistaken in Konstantin and he is indeed much more humane and kinder than his father, who is incapable of either repentance or a simple understanding of the limits of what is permitted.

How and how do you think I can help them? They themselves, with their own hands, dug the hole that now becomes their grave. It’s only their own fault that they found themselves in the position they are in now, you understand that,” Dumbledore sighed, looking at Constantine in a fatherly manner, hinting at the atrocities of the Death Eaters and the retribution that they will someday bear. - But, apparently, something happened that I don’t know. Why did you come here, tell me, and I will try to do everything that depends on me.

Konstantin exhaled heavily and looked into the old man’s eyes with almost childlike hope for a miracle.

Dumbledore, my parents are in danger - they could be killed at any moment. It all started because of me, or rather because of the fact that I exist at all. Leistrange - Rodolphus and his brother Rabastan, knew nothing about me. The mother’s presence of an illegitimate child was like a knife in the back for Rodolphus, because he thought that his mother had never had a relationship with anyone before him, and carried her in his arms. When he found out about me, he almost strangled my mother. His father cooled his ardor - a couple of dozen torture spells and Lestrange gave up. I was introduced to the Death Eaters, and they know both Rodolphus and my mother. Of course, Lestrange was not without caustic ridicule, but people still openly laugh at him. The Lestrange family is disgraced. The Lestrange brothers swore revenge on my parents. They vowed to destroy them. It’s easier to kill a mother, but the father won’t hurt her because she’s the mother of his child. So the Lestranges decided to start with him. They, as his faithful people, knew about protection from death, you too, the professor, know that he has horcruxes. One of them was kept in the Lestrange safe - it has already been destroyed. They are now looking for other horcruxes...

Constantine fell silent and looked at Dumbledore almost helplessly, pleadingly, but the professor was in no hurry to react in any way to what he heard.

Dumbledore, understand, I never had a family, but I knew that I had a mother and father. I loved them, even though they hardly saw me and my relatives said a lot of offensive things about them. When I fell asleep, every night I dreamed that my parents would come to me and kiss me. Even if not then, but now, even if not in the way I dreamed of it, but I am next to my parents, and they, albeit in their own way, love me. We have breakfast together, read the Prophet, discuss different things, plan something... We are together. This is so important to me.

This is important for all children,” Dumbledore noted. - Konstantin, tell me, if you know about the Lestranges, what’s stopping you from punishing them yourself for their desire to deprive you of your family?

“Father doesn’t believe me,” Voldemort’s son sighed in disappointment. “He says the Lestranges won’t have the courage to go against him, because they know that he cannot be killed, and he is much more than just a man.” I think Rodolphus made himself a Horcrux, just like his father. I don’t know Rabastan, I could too... Rodolphus is generally aiming for his father’s place.

“It’s certainly sad, but it’s not exactly what I wanted to hear,” Dumbledore said thoughtfully. “I asked you what’s stopping you from punishing them, and not what your father thinks.” His thoughts are clear to me, but what is going on in your heart.

“I don’t want to kill them,” Konstantin breathed out, “I don’t want to kill anyone...

And the two cans that came, one to the school and the other to the parents of the Hufflepuff boy you killed. I think there was something there that once was a boy. I would like to see the boy alive. Or does your reluctance to kill only apply to Death Eaters,” Dumbledore asked Constantine sternly, but in a soft voice.

No, it applies to everyone...

Dumbledore asked his visitor nothing more and walked him to the school gates.

You know, Konstantin, our new potions teacher, Professor Slughorn, is completely unable to cope with his position, he has already become old, his health is not at all what it used to be. And besides, Severus Snape was a more talented potions maker. I think he will be happy to give up his position as Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher to the Dark Lord's son.

Constantine looked at Dumbledore in confusion.

Only students, teachers and families of teachers can live at Hogwarts.

Do you want me to become a teacher at Hogwarts and take Mom and Dad here with me? - Konstantin asked, not believing what he heard.

For now, only Bellatrix, and then only when a real threat comes for her, and only if she makes an Immutable Vow that she will not harm a single teacher or student. In the meantime, you can tell your parents that they came to me specifically and said a lot of pitiful things, so that I would take you as a teacher and you, Konstantin, would spy on me. And Harry Potter, you understand. I think your father should like this,” Dumbledore winked slyly.

Yes, he should like it... Thank you... for your trust and desire to help, professor,” Konstantin smiled.

Well, until Monday then. Your first lesson Gryffindor - Slytherin 6th year.

Mother's eyes

One young man and an old man were standing near the well. The young man boasted to the old man that he understood other people better. At this time, an old woman approached them and asked if a handsome, tall young man had passed by.

“He went to the river,” the old man immediately answered.

“But only a short elderly man with an ugly appearance passed by us,” the young man was surprised.

- That's right, but the woman asked about her son. And for the mother, no matter how many years pass, the son will always be handsome and young.

Chinese parable "Good family"

Once upon a time there lived a family. Not an ordinary family. There were more than 100 people in it. Are there many such families? Yes, quite a lot. But this family was special. No quarrels, no swearing, no fights, no strife. Rumors about this family reached the bishop himself. And he decided to check whether people were telling the truth. He arrived in the village, and his soul rejoiced: cleanliness and order, beauty and peace. Good for children, calm for old people. The bishop was surprised and decided to find out how the family achieved all this.

He came to the elder. “Tell me,” he says. The elder wrote something on paper for a long time. And when he wrote it, he handed it to the bishop. Only 3 words were written on paper: “LOVE, FORGIVENESS, PATIENCE” And at the end of the sheet:

“A HUNDRED TIMES LOVE, A HUNDRED TIMES FORGIVENESS, A HUNDRED TIMES PATIENCE.”

-That's all?

“Yes,” answered the old man, “this is the basis of the life of any good family.”

When people fight

Once the Teacher asked his students:

- Why, when people quarrel, do they shout?

“Because they are losing their calm,” said one.

“But why shout if another person is next to you?” asked the Teacher. - Can't you talk to him quietly? Why shout if you're angry?

The students offered their answers, but none of them satisfied the Teacher.

Finally he explained:

- When people are unhappy with each other and quarrel .their hearts are moving away.

In order to cover this distance and hear each other, they have to shout. The angrier they get, the further they move away and the louder they scream.

- What happens when people fall in love? They do not shout, on the contrary, they speak quietly. Because their hearts are very close, and the distance between them is very small. And when they fall in love even more, what happens? - continued the Teacher. - They don’t speak, they just whisper and become even closer in their love.

- In the end, they don’t even need to whisper. They just look at each other and understand everything without words.

The parable of the gloomy man

A gloomy man rides on a trolleybus and thinks: “There is nothing good around, just melancholy. Wife - grumpy, children- hooligans, boss- evil..." Behind him is a guardian angel with a notepad and pen. He writes it down and thinks: “Just melancholy, boss- evil wife- grumpy, children- hooligans...

It seems like it already happened... And why does he need to do this all the time? But once he orders - will have to perform..."

Family happiness

In one small town, two families live next door. Some spouses constantly quarrel, blaming each other for all troubles, while others dote on their other half. The obstinate housewife marvels at her neighbor’s happiness. Jealous.

Says to her husband:

- Go and see how they manage to keep everything smooth and quiet.

He came to the neighbors, quietly went into the house and hid in a secluded corner. Watching. And the housewife hums a cheerful song and puts things in order in the house. He just wipes away the dust from an expensive vase. Suddenly the phone rang, the woman got distracted, and put the vase on the edge of the table, so that it was about to fall.

But then her husband needed something in the room. He caught a vase, it fell and broke.

“What will happen?” the neighbor thinks.

The wife came up, sighed with regret, and said to her husband:

- Sorry honey. I am guilty. She placed it on the table so carelessly.

- What are you doing, honey? It's my fault. I was in a hurry and didn’t notice the vase. Anyway. We could not have had greater misfortune.

...The neighbor's heart sank painfully. He came home upset.

Wife to him:

- What took you so long? Have you looked?

-Yes!

- Well, how are they doing? - They are all to blame. But we are all right.

Bread with butter

The husband and wife lived together for thirty years. On the day of their thirtieth anniversary of marriage, the wife, as usual, baked a small loaf of bread - she baked it every morning. At breakfast, she cut the bread lengthwise, buttered both halves and, as usual, prepared to give the top half to her husband. But halfway her hand stopped...

She thought: “On our thirtieth birthday, I want to eat the top of the loaf myself. I dreamed about this for thirty years and deserved the top half: I was an exemplary wife, raised wonderful sons, kept the house in perfect order.”

And she handed the bottom part of the loaf to her husband. She had never allowed herself to do this in all the thirty years of their life together.

And the husband took the bread and said with a smile:

What an invaluable gift you gave me today! Since childhood, I have loved the bottom, crispy part of the bread. But I always believed that she rightfully belonged to you.

Fragile thing

Whether it was a long time ago or just recently, it doesn’t matter. Yes, a traveler just came to one village. And he stayed to live in it. He was a wise man. He loved people, especially children. And what golden hands! He made such toys that you won’t find at any fair. But the only problem is that the crafts are too fragile. The children will be delighted at the fun, but she will go and break. The children will cry, and the wise man will make them a new toy. And even more fragile.

“Why are you, dear man, giving such gifts to our children? After all, you are wise and love them like relatives,” the parents asked the master. ~ Children try to play carefully, but gifts break. How many tears!

The sage smiled:

- Time flies very quickly. Very soon another person will give your son or daughter his heart. Fragile thing! I think my toys will teach them to take care of this priceless gift...

Parable about a happy family

A young man came to the sage for advice.

- Tell me, what is the secret of your knowledge? Are you happy. They respect you, people come to you to learn how to make their lives better. I study a lot. And troubles are falling on me.

In response, the sage smiled and called his wife:

A couple of minutes later a beautiful woman came in. Her eyes were shining.

And then the sage asked:

- Darling, we have a guest today. Go put out the pie dough.

The woman retreated to the kitchen.

Soon she returned to the room and turned to her husband:

- The dough is ready, my beloved husband.

To which the sage said:

- Now add nuts, dried fruits and honey to the dough.

The wife asked:

- The ones I saved for our wedding anniversary cake?

“The same ones,” answered the sage. And the woman agreed unquestioningly.

Soon she brought a tray with a fragrant pie

But the sage was in no hurry to treat the guest; he said:

- Darling, I see how hard you tried, but take this pie to the poor.

The woman smiled. And she left the room.

The amazed guest exclaimed: It’s a pity for the pie!

To which the sage said:

- Did you ask how to become wise? Ask your wife to bake a pie.

He flew home as if on wings. Disappointment awaited him there. His young wife was chatting with her friends.

But the man decided to follow the advice of the sage:

“My beloved,” he began affectionately, “I want you to make the dough.”

The wife said displeasedly:

- I'm busy. There is food at home.

But the man did not let up.

With a grumble, the woman saw her friends off and went to cook.

Soon she returned and said:

- The dough is ready, but I decided to make cookies, not a pie.

An hour later, my wife brought out a plate of cookies.

And then, drawing more air into his chest, the man blurted out:

- Darling, I appreciate your work, but could you take these cookies

and give it to the poor?

- What more! - exclaimed the wife! - Found someone so caring! Only

translate products!

Every day she nagged him, mentioning this incident. Then he ran to the sage's house.

- You fooled me! I followed the advice. It got worse. It's unbearable at home.

The sage sat the guest down and said:

- You asked me how I became so wise and successful. Now you see that my beloved wife is the source of happiness. You spend more time swearing and fighting with the woman you love than studying. Is there wisdom here?

- Should I leave my wife and find another? - asked the young man.

The sage frowned:

- You are looking for an easy way. This is not true. You and your wife need to learn to respect and love each other. Go home and make your wife happy. Until then, don’t even think about books.

“I already do everything for her,” the guy continued.

- Is she happy? - asked the sage.

You chose each other to learn to love. But instead you read books, and forgot to take care of your wife, and she discusses you with her friends.

The man went home sad and disappointed.

On the way he met a grape merchant. The man had an epiphany: these were the grapes he brought to his wife when they met. His wife loved him so much. And he didn’t remember the last time he treated her. The man bought some grapes. But he could not please his wife: she was sleeping. There were traces of tears on her face. He decided not to wake her. He put a bowl of grapes on the table. He woke up from tender kisses. His wife hugged him. Then everyday worries took over both of them. Now they learned to be attentive to each other. The man did not touch the books. He remembered that he needed to restore peace at home. The wife also changed: she began to take care of herself, was affectionate and gentle, and did not stay too long with her friends.

After some time, someone knocked on their house.

The owner opened the door. A guy stood in front of him. The eyes were sad, the shoulders were hunched. He held books under his arm.

“Help me, wise man,” he asked, “a friend sent me to you.” He said you know how to be happy. I study the works of great sages. My life doesn't change. And the wife is getting angrier.

After listening to the guy, the owner of the house smiled:

- Come in, welcome guest. My wife was just getting ready to cook dinner.

The Kazan scientific school contributed to the development of many areas of medicine, including functional diagnostics. The founder of the national school of electrocardiography, A.F. Samoilov, for the first time in Tsarist Russia, within the walls of Kazan University, recorded an electrocardiogram of the human heart and a frog. In 1908, at the university therapeutic clinic, headed by Professor A.N. Kazem-Bek, the first electrocardiogram of a patient in Russia was recorded. The legendary history of diagnostic research was continued by Professor of the Kazan Institute of Medical Sciences L.M. Rakhlin, who opened the laboratory of clinical cardiac electrophysiology; world-famous scientist, professor E.A. Ozol, who made an invaluable contribution to the vector theory of electrocardiography interpretation.

Currently, a successful successor to traditions in the diagnosis of heart diseases is the Department of Functional Diagnostics 1 (OFD1) of the Moscow Clinical Clinical Center. Svetlana Yuryevna Akhunova, head of OFD1, Candidate of Medical Sciences, functional diagnostics doctor of the highest category, speaks about the level of professionalism of the MIDC specialists, the capabilities of the diagnostic equipment fleet and the family team.

Svetlana Yuryevna, before your eyes and with your participation, the work of OFD1 began, the brilliant development of the department took place. How did the team manage to keep the bar high?

The Department of Functional Diagnostics of the ICDC was opened at the first stage of the launch of the ICDC on December 10, 1999. The department was equipped with modern equipment, and the best personnel were selected. OFD1 has become one of the most popular departments in the Moscow Children's Clinical Center and remains so to this day. The department works every day, including weekends. Regular updating of equipment, development of new technology, and introduction of new methods make it possible to increase the volume of research - almost 52,000 of them were carried out over the past year.

The MIDC team has formed as a team of like-minded people. These are specialists who came from different medical institutions, but are united by one goal - to create the best clinic in the field of diagnosis and treatment, scientific research, teaching work, and attitude towards patients. For example, in 2011, work on heart transplantation began at the Moscow Children's Clinical Center. This was a completely new stage in the history of our clinic. OFD1 doctors, together with cardiac surgeons, not only on weekdays, but on weekends and at night, went to different clinics in the city to examine patients. And the first heart transplant operation required continuous work throughout the day by a large team of doctors from the Moscow Clinical Clinical Center, including our department, since the information obtained using functional diagnostic methods was very important and necessary.

- Was the opening of the clinic the most exciting moment?

Certainly! It was a difficult and interesting time. Together with the builders, we completed renovations, arranged equipment and furniture, studied the capabilities of complex modern equipment, and mastered computers. At the same time, all employees were getting used to each other. Initially, the team consisted of 4 doctors, 6 nurses and 3 nurses.

Did you hear that the First President of Tatarstan, Mintimer Shaimiev, was one of the first to “test” the new equipment?

Yes, there was a funny incident. A large group of honored guests headed by Mintimer Sharipovich was present at the opening of the International Cultural Center. They walked around the department's offices and inspected the new equipment. Interested in the operation of the device for studying the function of external respiration, Shaimiev sat in the patient’s place and asked for a study to be performed on him. The young nurse was so confused that, having started to enter the patient’s data into the computer, she asked: “What is your last name?”

- What types of research are being carried out in the department at the moment?

We are currently conducting 14 types of research. Functional methods allow you to answer a number of questions. Firstly, based on the results of our methods, we can judge how the disease affects the function of an organ or system. Secondly, based on certain parameters, we can judge the compensatory capabilities of the body. Third, using exercise or drug tests, we help select the right treatment strategy for the patient. And finally, by conducting dynamic monitoring of the patient with repeated functional examination, it is possible to judge the effectiveness of treatment,, if necessary, carry out timely correction and predict the course of the disease.

We do the greatest amount of research, of course, for the departments of cardiology and cardiac surgery. Among the group of ultrasound methods, echocardiography is, of course, most in demand. I would like to note that in our department, for the first time in Kazan, stress echocardiography with physical activity and with dobutamine was introduced into practice to determine the viability of the myocardium. When our cardiac surgeons, led by Rustem Nailevich Khairullin, began operations, we began to conduct intraoperative transesophageal echocardiography. With our participation, under echocardiological control, together with doctors from the department of x-ray surgical methods of diagnosis and treatment, we mastered x-ray surgical methods for the treatment of congenital heart defects and hypertrophic cardiomyopathy, as well as methods for assessing the results of these operations.

The group of electrophysiological methods includes electrocardiography, stress tests, Holter ECG monitoring and 24-hour blood pressure monitoring.

We conduct a study of external respiratory function using spiropneumotachography, a test with bronchodilators, a study of alveolar diffusion, and respiratory effort of inhalation and exhalation. Everyone knows that cardiovascular diseases occur more often in people who smoke. Many smokers suffer from atherosclerosis and hypertension, and they often have damage to the coronary arteries and heart valves. Therefore, if you yourself or someone close to you smokes, I definitely advise you to examine your heart and external respiratory function.

Despite the fact that modern medicine is based on high-tech research methods, uses computer technology, and is capable of identifying diseases at an early stage, the number of patients is not decreasing. And one of the main reasons for the high morbidity and mortality rates, along with an unhealthy lifestyle, is that Russians are extremely dismissive of the early diagnosis of heart disease. But, as the satirical writer Tsal Melamed said, “The heart is a very fragile thing: it beats.” Not even the best cardiologist will be able to provide qualified care to his patient if the diagnosis is made too late or inaccurate. That is why experts strongly recommend that a healthy person undergo heart examinations at least once a year. If the disease is detected early, there is a high probability of being cured of the disease and continuing to enjoy life for many years to come. Patients can contact the ICDC for screening. We have special programs for those wishing to examine the heart, blood vessels, and lungs.

Unfortunately, the pathology of the cardiovascular system is now much “younger”. Heart attacks and strokes are becoming more common among 25-40 year olds. Thus, one of our patients, 33 years old, periodically experienced transient ischemic attacks (this is what is popularly called “micro-strokes”). An echocardiogram revealed a benign tumor in her left atrium, a myxoma.

As it turned out, small fragments came off from it and migrated with the bloodstream to the brain, causing ischemic changes in it. The patient was successfully operated on, the tumor was removed, and the woman was completely cured.

- How reliable and accurate are the results of your research?

Our department is equipped with the most modern expert equipment. And, of course, the key to success is teamwork, including collaboration with cardiac surgeons. With the beginning of cardiac surgery, as well as with the advent of emergency cardiology and neurology, the number of patients with congenital and acquired heart defects, with coronary heart disease requiring stenting and coronary artery bypass grafting, increased at the Moscow Clinical Clinical Center. The requirements for the accuracy and information content of OPD1 studies immediately increased, since the assessment of indications for cardiac surgery requires the analysis of a large number of complex criteria and calculations. In addition, during the operation, surgeons objectively evaluate the reliability and accuracy of our research, so feedback helps improve the work of department staff. The professionalism of doctors and the capabilities of high-quality equipment make it possible today to present research results with high accuracy. Our research methods provide maximum information about the functioning of the heart.

- Are studies in OFD1 contraindicated?

Practically none, with the possible exception of stress tests. Functional diagnostic methods are completely harmless to the body, painless, non-traumatic, and do not carry radiation exposure. With their help, we can identify heart defects, myocardial infarction, and determine the cause of a stroke.

- Do you perform most of the tests on hospital patients?

Yes. Patients who come to the clinic with serious problems. ICDC is one of the leading institutions where patients come from all regions of Tatarstan, other regions of Russia, from foreign countries - from everywhere where they could not be helped. Department of Functional Diagnostics 1 has high authority among colleagues. In complex cases that require an expert collegial opinion, doctors from clinics in the republic and regions refer patients to our specialists.

So, we recently received a patient, a 54-year-old man, with complaints of shortness of breath. At his place of residence, he was diagnosed with acute thrombosis of the brachial artery. The patient was operated on, but a week later the shortness of breath did not stop, but intensified, and he was sent to the Moscow Children's Clinical Center. We determined that the source of all the problems was a blood clot that had formed in the veins of the leg. The thrombus migrated to the right atrium, and from there to the pulmonary artery. Pulmonary embolism was the cause of shortness of breath. In addition, it turned out that the patient had a congenital heart defect: atrial septal defect. Through this defect, the blood clot penetrated into the left side of the heart, and then into the artery of the arm, causing thrombosis. Echocardiography clearly shows a long thrombus stuck in the interatrial septum. The patient was operated on, the blood clots were removed, and he was discharged feeling well.

- Is it possible to conduct preventive research for organizations that care about their employees?

Many enterprises and departments enter into agreements to conduct medical examinations of employees at the International Medical Center. Thus, the Ak Bars hockey team regularly undergoes examination according to the KHL protocol in our department. Now our team is an active fan of our favorite team.

Science is developing at an accelerating pace. How to keep up with technical progress and discoveries in the field of diagnostics? Keeping up with research on a huge number of patients and keeping up with the times seems like an impossible task.

The knowledge acquired in medical school is, of course, not enough. A doctor must constantly improve his level. Knowledge of the English language helps a lot with this, since many resources are translated with great delay. I, like many of our employees, study English, subscribe to various resources on cardiology and diagnostics in order to keep abreast of new discoveries and work at the same level as our colleagues in leading clinics in the world. We need to grow, improve, master new techniques, implement all this in the department, and raise the level of our research.

We combine the constant increase in the number of studies and the development of new techniques in the department with scientific work. 4 candidate dissertations were defended, 64 scientific publications were published, doctors make presentations and presentations at conferences and congresses on ultrasound and functional diagnostics, cardiology and cardiac surgery.

MIDC is the basis for postgraduate education of the Kazan State Medical Academy. My employees and I conduct practical classes and give lectures as part of the cycles of radiation and functional diagnostics of the KSMA, as well as for nurses of the Kazan Medical College. On-the-job training in echocardiography and Holter monitoring is provided for doctors from Russia and the CIS countries. Specialists who came to study at the International Clinical Clinical Center note: “We saw the work of a modern, world-class clinic and learned a lot. We really envy you, working on such equipment and in such wonderful conditions!” To better assimilate the material, the doctors of the department have developed methodological recommendations for various sections of functional diagnostics, and a significant amount of educational material has been prepared in the form of videos, photographs and electronic copies, which make the learning process more visual. Master classes regularly held at the International Clinical Clinical Center by specialists from leading clinics in the world have become a great help for employees.

Doctors of the Department of Functional Diagnostics are trained in leading clinics in Russia - the Central Clinical Hospital of the Presidential Administration of the Russian Federation, the Scientific Center for Cardiovascular Surgery named after. Bakulev, Russian Cardiological Research and Production Complex, Scientific Center for Surgery named after. acad. B.V. Petrovsky RAMS and others. During training, we try to adopt not only professional experience and learn new diagnostic methods, but also project onto our work valuable experience in the optimal organization of work and communication with patients. In the institutions where I was, I liked the working atmosphere, the democratic relationship between the head of the department and the doctors. I told myself that I would do everything possible so that we have the same environment, so that people feel comfortable, have the opportunity to develop and use all their abilities. Indeed, for maximum efficiency, the team must work as a single organism, and we have achieved this. We have a good relationship, and we enjoy communicating not only at work.

- Is it possible to combine the work of the head of the department with scientific activities?

My PhD thesis, defended in 2002, was devoted to the study of blood vessels in venous pathology of the lower extremities. The work began while working at the RKB together with Igor Mikhailovich Ignatiev. Ultrasound studies of the cardiovascular system were then very actively developing and became a real breakthrough in diagnostics. When I came to the International Clinical Clinical Center, I became most involved in ultrasound examinations of the heart - echocardiography, and the introduction of new techniques for examining our patients.

As far as I noticed, doctors in clinics cannot always use all the capabilities of the new equipment available. Mostly, probably, imported equipment is used, which is often not Russified. Is this the reason?

When supplying new devices, training is always carried out, which we try to use to the maximum benefit. In 2016, we received new ultrasonic equipment from General Electric. Doctors representing the company introduced us to all the options, and we will continue to be in contact in the future. Thus, this year a master class by the European representative of GE on three-dimensional echocardiography is planned. The Internet allows us to find many resources, and we do not feel cut off from world science and practice. We try to get acquainted with the new recommendations of the European and American societies of echocardiography and cardiology, modern protocols, and the use of new techniques for various diseases and operations. In the department, we conduct a series of training seminars on these topics and introduce the most modern methods into our work.

- What attracted you to the profession of a doctor? How do you balance your work load with your wife’s and mother’s to-do list?

My grandmother was a nurse. She dreamed that one of the children would become a doctor. Parents worked in the chemical industry - mother as a designer, father as a builder. My sister realized her grandmother’s dream by enrolling in medical school. I studied at a physics and mathematics school, and following my sister, I applied to the medical institute. Since graduates who graduated with a medal passed only one exam, after passing specialized physics with an “A”, I was enrolled in the faculty of “pediatrics” and sent to work in the archives of the medical institute. While others were puffing away at exams, I was happily sorting through dusty medical journals and was happy that I got in! Studying in the first years of medical school was not easy, classes began at 7.45, and ended late in the evening with practice in the anatomical theater. At the same time, I plunged into the vibrant student life and enthusiastically participated in festivals. I got married early, and already in my second year I became a mother. She continued her studies a year later. In 1989 she graduated from the Kazan State Medical Institute with a degree in Pediatrics. Upon completion of the internship, she worked as a cardio-rheumatologist at the children's city clinical hospital No. 3, then completed the “Clinical ECG” improvement cycle and combined the work of a cardio-rheumatologist with work in the ECG room.

A year later, it was time for my son to go to first grade. The offer to work in the clinic and hospital of the Shamovskaya Hospital in the ECG room turned out to be very opportune. I enthusiastically agreed. I managed to take care of a first-grader, work, and learn a new direction. Since 1993, she has worked as a doctor in the functional diagnostics department of the Russian Clinical Hospital, and since 1999 I have been working as the head of the functional diagnostics department at the Moscow Clinical Clinical Center.

I wonder if a female doctor, burdened with administrative duties and engaged in science, could have a hobby? Apart from your passion for learning English, is there anything else that interests you?

Oh, I could do a lot of things if the day were longer! I love to sing and play the guitar. During my student years, my sister and I performed at festivals. Then we sang with our son. I even managed to burn a disc.

- Incredible! In this case, I won’t be surprised if you say that you draw and dance, and also like hiking.

Yes, I like to paint with watercolors and oils, but this is all at an amateur level. I love sports and hiking. Every year my friends and I go rafting. It’s great to feel spring in the forest, when before your eyes, in a couple of May days, nature wakes up, the first leaves and flowers bloom, and the spring river roars.

I'm a lucky person. Everything is fine at home, and at work there is a special, warm atmosphere of a friendly and close-knit team. This is also evidenced by the fact that in all these years none of our doctors have moved to work in another clinic. During such interviews, you involuntarily think and look back at the path you have traveled. It’s hard to believe, but almost twenty years have passed since that clear and frosty December day when the doors of the MKDC offices smelling of paint and new furniture first opened.

- What do you dream about as a doctor?

Don't even know. Interesting work in a modern surgical clinic among talented and medically obsessed people, constant growth and development, expanding horizons, using the most modern techniques, working in excellent conditions, the ability to use the Internet, a rich library. What else could you dream of? I was very lucky; during my work at the International Clinical Center, a strong, professional department was created with highly qualified employees and expert-level equipment. We are all growing together with our rapidly developing ICDC clinic, and this is a real dynamic life. The life of a modern doctor.

Rozalina Musabirova

Release contents: Ivan Kolechkin. Concert at the book club-store "Hyperion" 01/31/2018
Genre: Author's song
Format: MP3
Quality: 320 kbps
Archive size: 135.6 MB

Tracklist
01. [Intro] (03:01)
02. Old Danish storyteller(I was a carefree child...) (for the play "Andersen Passion") (04:04)
03. The stars are going out - of course, space...(verse) (00:39)
04. How long the snow is this winter... (01:34)
05. MCC (Let's go around the ring)(and Morning tickles your nose...) (04:15)
06. Having crossed another threshold...(verse) (01:07)
07. Pushkin's birthday(Here I have grown: fathoms oblique, albeit not in the shoulders...) (02:45)
08. Trolls song(In the abyss of time, in ancient times...) (for the play "Dreams") (03:31)
09. Song of the townspeople(What have we done to ourselves?..) (from the musical "City of Masters") (02:36)
10. Veronica's monologue over Karakol(How many more words do we need to cry out?..) (from the musical “City of Masters”) (02:24)
11. Farewell to a fairy tale(The curtain will close the stage again...) (for the play “Dreams”) (01:29)
12. Quit smoking(Poseidon never smoked...) (02:19)
13. Teacher's heart(A teacher's heart is a fragile thing...) (02:14)
14. Counselor's Liver(The counselor’s liver is a fragile thing...) (Ivan Kolechkin - Denis Palilov) (00:43)
15. June rain will pour down... (03:26)
16. On Sunday, lie down...(verse) (01:38)
17. Children's poems about professions(verse) (01:30)
18. Alas, you haven't seen... (02:44)
19. Good man(How painful the run is...) (01:51)
20. How suddenly September hit... (02:05)
21. Sweeter in the soul as a viewer... (03:35)
22. We, along with half the country, are sad...(verse) (01:05)
23. Remember, really remember... (02:01)
24. droplet(Drop by drop...) (Final song for the play "Peter Pan") (01:53)
25. Blessed will be the paths...(verse) (01:07)

Music and poetry (except 14) by Ivan Kolechkin

Total time: 00:55:36

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Generous

In one country it was the custom to cut off the hands of anyone caught stealing. Once a noble nobleman, the Tsar's favorite, was caught in this. The king could not deviate from the ancient custom and ordered the criminal to be punished.

But then, on the eve of the execution, a little girl, the daughter of this nobleman, appears in the palace and asks with tears to be allowed to see the king. The courtiers fulfilled her request. The girl fell to her knees before the formidable ruler. “Great sir,” she said in fear, “my father is condemned to remain without hands. So, cut off my hands.”

The king had his own children, and he liked that the little girl loved her father so much. “Let it be as you ask,” said the king. “But you can refuse execution, even at the very last minute.”

The next day the girl was taken to the execution yard. In the middle of the courtyard stood a scaffold spattered with blood, and next to it stood an executioner with a sword. The girl turned pale and was embarrassed for a minute... but soon she controlled herself, walked up to the scaffold and extended her little hands. The executioner tied her hands tightly to the scaffold with straps. The girl didn't say a word. The executioner raised the sword, and she closed her eyes... The sword flashed and fell without even touching the edges of her fingers.

“The king forgives your father for your great love!” - announced the messenger from the king. The prison doors opened: the father runs to his daughter, kisses her hands, and pours tears over them. The next day, the king announced to the people a decree abolishing the cruel custom forever. And in the execution yard, by royal order, they placed a pillar with a marble plaque, and on it they wrote in gold letters how the daughter was ready to give her life for the life of her father; and at the end they added the following words: “Happy are the fathers who have such children!”

Ready to teach others?

An eager Christian expressed a desire to teach others the Truth and asked a priest what he thought about it. The priest said to him:

Wait.

Every year a Christian came with the same request, and every time the priest gave the same answer:

Wait

One day a Christian asked:

When will I be ready to teach others?

The priest replied:

When the passionate desire to teach others leaves you.

Conversation between a neophyte and his atheist friend

Conversation between a neophyte and his atheist friend:

So you're saying you've become a Christian?

Then you must know a lot about Christ. Tell me, what country was He born in?

Don't know.

At what age did He die?

Don't know.

How many sermons did He have?

Don't know.

You know very little for a person converted to the faith of Christ!

You are right. I am ashamed that I know so little about Him. But I do know this: three years ago I was an alcoholic. I was completely in debt. My family was falling apart. My wife and children were afraid of my coming home. Now I don't drink anymore. We have repaid all debts. And all this thanks to Christ. That's how much I know about Him!

Best school

The parents were looking for a good school and teacher for their son and finally they chose the best teacher for their son.

In the morning, the grandfather took his grandson to school. When the grandfather and grandson entered the yard, they were surrounded by children.

What a funny old man,” one boy laughed.

Hey, little fatty,” the other one made a face.

The children screamed and jumped around their grandfather and grandson. Then the teacher rang the bell, announcing the start of the lesson, and the children ran away.

The grandfather resolutely took his grandson by the hand and went out into the street.

Am I not going to school? - asked the boy.

“You will go, but not to this one,” the grandfather answered angrily. - I'll find you a school myself.

The grandfather took his grandson to his house, entrusted him to the care of his grandmother, and he himself went to look for a better teacher.

When he saw a school, the grandfather would go into the yard and wait for the teacher to let the children go for recess.

In some schools, children did not pay attention to the old man, in others they teased him. Grandfather silently turned and left. Finally, he entered the tiny courtyard of the small school and leaned wearily against the fence. The bell rang and the children poured out into the yard.

Grandfather, are you feeling bad, should I bring some water? - a voice was heard.

We have a bench in our yard, please sit down,” one boy suggested.

Do you want me to call the teacher? - asked another child.

Soon a young teacher came out into the yard.

Grandfather said hello and said:

I finally found the best school for my grandson.

You are mistaken, grandfather, our school is not the best. It's small and cramped.

The old man did not argue. He agreed on everything with the teacher and left.

In the evening the boy's mother asked his grandfather:

Father, you are illiterate. Why do you think you have found the best teacher?

Teachers are recognized by students,” answered the grandfather.

Divine Sacraments

One elder said:

Anyone who believes that he can know the Mysteries of God with the help of scientific theories is like a fool who wants to see heaven through a telescope. In the same way, it is impossible to reconcile the Gospel with human common sense. Common sense is based on profit. The gospel is based on love.

After the earthquake in Japan, when rescuers reached the ruins of a young woman's house, they saw her body through the cracks. Her posture was very strange, she knelt down like a praying person, her body was bent forward, and her hands were clasping something. The collapsed house injured her back and head. With great difficulty, the leader of the rescue team stuck his hand through a narrow gap in the wall to the woman's body. He hoped she was still alive. However, her cold body indicated that she had passed away. Along with the rest of the team, he left this house to investigate the next collapsed building. But an irresistible force called the group leader to the house of the deceased woman. Kneeling again, he stuck his head through the narrow cracks to explore the area under the woman's body. Suddenly he cried out with excitement: Child! There's a child here! The entire team carefully removed the piles of debris around the woman's body. Beneath her lay a 3-month-old boy, wrapped in a colorful blanket. It is obvious that the woman sacrificed herself to save her son. When the house collapsed, she covered her son with her body. The little boy was still sleeping peacefully when the team leader picked him up. The doctor quickly arrived to examine the boy. Unrolling the blanket, he saw a cell phone. On the screen was a text message: If you survive, remember that I love you. This cell phone changed hands. Everyone who read the message cried.

If you survive, remember that I love you. Such is Mother's Love!

From the memoirs of Archpriest Andrei Tkachev.

There was a time I wanted to learn a hundred languages. And at each of them I wanted to tell people the gospel story. “Let millions believe in Jesus Christ,” I thought and repeated Turkish phrases, French verbs and Persian proverbs by heart.

And one day I happened to see a Korean (or maybe a Vietnamese, who knows) begging in a shopping center. He did not know the language and could not tell how he ended up here. He didn't need money, but food. You could see it in his eyes.

I took him by the hand and led him to one of the fast food places. I bought soup, bread, main course and juice. He didn’t say anything, but thought: “For Your sake, Lord.”

This was a couple of years ago. I never learned languages, otherwise that was my best sermon.

From the book of memoirs of Archpriest Andrei Tkachev: Patchwork quilt.

There lived a rich man. He helped the poor and everyone loved him very much. In his room there was a large iron piggy bank nailed to the wall, and above it was written in gold letters: “God’s piggy bank.” When the Lord sent joy to the rich man - christening, Angel Day or something else - then his wife usually said to him:

“God has given us plenty of everything, invite a full house of guests, let people rejoice with us.”

- How many people should you invite? - he asks his wife.

“Well, at least forty people,” the wife answers. Rich man, it used to be. He will think and say:

“You know, my darling, there are a lot of poor people now, many of their children are crying from hunger and can’t sleep.” So wouldn’t it be better to invite twenty people to join us? And what would be used for wine and food for the other twenty, I will put in God’s piggy bank.

That's what he usually did.

A good person would read or hear about some misfortune—a fire, a flood—and would immediately say to himself: “God, You saved me from such a misfortune!” and again throws the thanksgiving sacrifice into the piggy bank.

It used to be that a merchant would come to a rich man with goods. The rich man looks at this or that product and goes for the money. Suddenly he accidentally looks at the piggy bank and says to himself: “Wait, why do you need so much? You can get by with half.” And he will take half less than everything, and throw what he had to pay for the other half into God’s piggy bank.

Day after day, year after year, towards old age the rich man accumulated a huge amount of money in his piggy bank.

Before his death, he called the old people of the village where he lived to him and told them: “Without taking a penny from my children, I collected a lot of goods for God’s work. I walked less, scattered less than I could. What I could have wasted, you will find in this piggy bank.”

Opening the piggy bank, the old people found a huge amount in it and shed tears of joy. When the rich man gave his soul to God, people called him their benefactor. The memory of this kind man will never disappear in his homeland. For centuries, descendants will be reminded of him by those that came out of God's treasure chest - a shelter for children, a school, a hospital and a new stone church.

Source: Archpriest Grigory Dyachenko “Spiritual Sowings”

There was once a formidable ruler, Dionysius, in the city of Syracuse. With his cruelty and injustice, he turned all the inhabitants against him so much that he began to suspect everyone of a conspiracy and desire to kill him. One day he ordered the capture of a Greek, Miros, whom he suspected of evil intent. Dionysius ordered Miros to be brought to him and said to him with anger:

“They informed me that you slandered me and were plotting evil against me.”

“No,” said Miros, “I did not slander, I only called you hard-hearted, which is what you are.” I did not plan anything bad against you, I only exposed the evil that you did.

- Scoundrel! - the ruler exclaimed in anger, - anyway, you will die on the cross for this.

In those days, execution on the cross was the most shameful thing.

“I’m ready to die,” said Miros, “I won’t beg you for mercy.” But give me three days of freedom so that I can say goodbye to my family. I will leave my friend as a guarantee that I will return to the torment of death.

The ruler thought and said with a sly grin:

- I will fulfill your wish. Go, I give you three days, but if after three days you do not appear in Syracuse, I will hand over your friend to torture. If you really have to execute your hostage, then perhaps his execution will atone for your guilt.

And Dionysius thought to himself:

- Miros will not return again. Let the people know what a deceiver and traitor he is.

Miros came to his friend and said:

- Dionysius condemned me to execution, but gives me three days of freedom so that I can say goodbye to my family. Therefore, I ask you, stay in prison for three days for me as a reliable guarantee that I will return.

The faithful friend happily agreed to fulfill Miros' request, hugged him goodbye, and the guards took him to prison and shackled him.

Miros left Syracuse and arrived in the village where his mother and sister lived. They wept bitterly when they learned of the fate awaiting their beloved son and brother. They tried with all their might to keep him with them longer, but, finally, Miros broke away from them and set off on the way back to execution, afraid to delay.

He was in a terrible hurry. And suddenly a storm arose, the wind howled, lightning flashed, the rain began to roar, streams rushed from the mountains into the valleys, and the streams overflowed.

On the way, a river appeared in front of Miros. He began to approach the bridge spanning it... But under a gust of wind, the bridge fell into the river. In vain Miros rushed back and forth along the shore and peered into the distance, in vain he called for help. Not a single shuttle, not a single sail was visible anywhere. And Miros stopped, overwhelmed with grief.

The river spread wider and wider and raged like a sea. One wave ran into another and the minutes flew by one after another.

Finally, the desperate Miros rushed into the foaming stream and began to break the waves with his hands. And then he reached the shore.

But he had barely taken a few steps when a gang of robbers appeared from the forest. The villains blocked Miros' path and raised their clubs at him.

- What you need? I have nothing! - Miros cried. “I only have life, but I need it to save my friend.”

Hot tears poured down Miros's face, and he looked at the robbers with a gaze full of mental anguish, so that they became embarrassed and made way for him.

The sun scorched him with terrible heat. Not a breeze, not the slightest breath, and the traveler lost strength. He fell to his knees and prayed:

- God! Was it not you who carried me out of the abyss of water, was it not you who saved me from the hands of robbers? Send me help so that I can save my friend!

Falling to the ground with a groan, he suddenly heard a murmur not far from him. Miros crawled to a nearby hill and saw a silver spring at the foot. Having quenched his thirst, he moved on. Already long shadows from the trees lay across the meadows.

Some two travelers were walking along the road. Miros overtook them, and suddenly their terrible words reached him:

“Now he’s probably been crucified.”

Melancholy squeezed Miros’s heart, and he, as if inspired by terrible fears, rushed to save his friend.

And here is Syracuse. The tops of the city towers are already gilded by the sunset.

His old servant came out to meet Miros.

- Back! - he shouted to Miros, - you are already late. Get out of here! Think about your salvation! Your friend has already been handed over to torture. He kept hoping, waiting and believing that you wouldn’t be late. They told him that you were a deceiver and a traitor, but he believed in you to the end.

“Oh, if it’s already too late,” said Miros, “if my return does not save him, then I will share the same fate with him, so that the ruler does not dare to say that I did not keep my promise and betrayed my friend.” Let him destroy two, but he will learn what loyalty is.

The sun had already set when Miros approached the city gates. From a distance he saw a cross in the middle of the square. The roar of the crowd gathered in the square to watch the execution could be heard.

And so he sees how his friend is being led and how they are lifting him to the cross.

At that moment Miros parted the crowd and shouted:

- Executioner! Stop the execution! I am the one for whom he guarantees! The people shuddered and fell silent. Friends rushed into each other's arms, and people cried with joy and delight.

The news of this spread throughout the city and instantly reached the formidable ruler Dionysius. And suddenly his heart trembled, and he ordered the condemned to be brought to him.

When they brought Miros and his friend, Dionysius looked at them with emotion and said:

- You won my heart. I see that friendship exists, that it is not a fairy tale, and I would like to become your friend. Do not refuse to accept me into your holy union!

(From the book “Flower Garden”, Moscow 1889)

ARGUMENT

A storm arose in a glass of water. And when I settled down... It turned out that the glass was empty too!

LAZY OF BIRTH

I was celebrating my lazy birthday. Every day!

EMPTY HELP

Wealth promised to help poverty with deeds. And it helped. In a word!

BEGINNING AND THE END

If work always has a beginning. Then laziness never ends!

NEVER!

Humility asked pride for forgiveness. So, no way... And no way he gets it!

THE TASTE OF LIES

Sweet lies always have a bitter aftertaste!

"GOOD" REVENGE

Flattery is also revenge. Only for a good deed.

SPIT IN THE WIND

The man spat on the past. But I had to wipe myself off - in the future!

REGULARITY

A man stole a hundred rubles. And I lost a thousand...

MAIN culprit

It is not a bad example that is to blame for being contagious. And the one who followed him.

MOMENT OF TRUTH

Lack of faith laughed at faith. To death!

BRAVE CODIDNESS

The cat laughed at the chained dog. Until even the chain’s patience ran out!

THE ONLY KEY

How many locks - so many keys. And there is only one key to the hearts of people: love and prayer!

THE SADDSEST PARABLE

A man was walking. Beggar, sick, grieving, having lost the meaning of life... Past the temple!

The philosopher tossed the apple in his palm, turned it over, looking at it from different sides, and said thoughtfully: “People believe that their souls are like apples.” - In terms of? - his student became interested. “More precisely, halves,” the philosopher corrected himself. “That’s about it.” He carefully cut the apple into two parts and placed it on the table. -They have this belief that there is an ideal match for every person.

It seems that God, before sending souls into the world, cuts them in half, into male and female halves. Like an apple. So these halves wander around, looking for each other. And they find it? How do you imagine this? What is the probability of such a meeting? Do you know how many people there are in the world? -A lot of.

That's it.

And besides... well, they will find each other, so what next? Do you think they will make a whole apple and live in peace and harmony? -Well, yes. Isn’t that so?” the Student was surprised. - No not like this. The teacher took half an apple in his hands and raised them to his face. - Here are two fresh souls descending into the world. What does the world do with human souls? The philosopher took a bite from one half with a crunch. “The world,” he continued with his mouth full, “is not static.” And cruel. He grinds everything for himself. One way or another. He cuts it off piece by piece, or bites it off, or even grinds it into baby puree. He took a bite of the other half and was silent for a while, chewing. The student stared at the two stubs and swallowed nervously. “And so,” the Philosopher solemnly proclaimed, “they meet!” ... he connected the bitten halves. - So, do they suit each other? ……HET!!!

“Now look here,” the Teacher interrupted and took a few more apples. “We cut each one in half, add two halves of different apples at random - and what do we see?” “They don’t fit,” nodded the Student.

Look further. Putting two different halves together, he bit on one side and the other and demonstrated the result. -Well, what do we see? Are they forming a couple now? “Yes,” the student nodded thoughtfully. “Now they match each other perfectly.” -Because the world bit them not one by one, but together!

People who love each other become one: they enjoy life together and accept the blows of fate together, learn to understand each other perfectly, support each other and push each other to achieve success. And over time, some couples even adopt each other’s habits, become similar in character and harmoniously complement each other... That is, soul mates are not born, but become. And this is painstaking work.)

One man came to the elder and, seeing his extreme gentleness, asked:

You are so wise. You are always in a good mood, never angry. Help me to be like that too.

The elder agreed and asked the man to bring potatoes and a transparent bag.

If you get angry at someone and harbor a grudge,” the teacher said, “then take the potatoes.” Write on it the name of the person with whom the conflict occurred, and put these potatoes in a bag.

And it's all? - the man asked in bewilderment.

No,” answered the elder. - You should always carry this bag with you. And every time you are offended by someone, add potatoes to it.

The man agreed. Some time passed. His bag was replenished with many potatoes and became quite heavy. It was very inconvenient to always carry it with you. In addition, the potatoes that he put in at the very beginning began to spoil. It became covered with a slippery nasty coating, some sprouted, some bloomed and began to emit a sharp, unpleasant odor.

Then the man came to the elder and said: “It’s no longer possible to carry this with you.” Firstly, the bag is too heavy, and secondly, the potatoes have spoiled. Suggest something different.

But the elder replied: “The same thing happens in people’s souls.” We just don't notice it right away. Actions turn into habits, habits into character, which gives rise to fetid vices. I gave you the opportunity to observe this whole process from the outside. Every time you decide to be offended or, conversely, offend someone, think about whether you need this burden.

Oh, Great Sage, I have fallen more than once,

I broke my knees again, all my hands... and not only...

And the Sage answered: “Even though there are tears from the eyes...

The point is not that you fell, the point is how long did you get up?!”

Oh, Great Sage, they hit me on the cheek.

He replied: “Substitute another one... and not only...

And drown all your grievances in the river -

The point is not that you cried, the point is - how many of them have you forgiven?!

Oh, Great Sage, I was wrong again,

I caused pain to my family, I will say... and not only...

The Sage answered again that you couldn’t know everything,

The whole point is not the mistakes, the point is how many of them were corrected?!

A boy was walking along the road. He looks and the penny is lying there. “Well,” he thought, “even a penny is money!” He took it and put it in his wallet. And he began to think further: “What would I do if I found a thousand rubles? I would buy gifts for my father and mother!” Just when I thought about it, I felt like my wallet had become thicker. I looked into it, and there was a thousand rubles. "Strange affair! — the boy marveled. - There was one kopeck, and now it’s a thousand rubles! What would I do if I found ten thousand rubles? I would buy a cow and give milk to my parents!” He looks, and he already has ten thousand rubles! "Miracles! - the lucky guy rejoiced, - What if I found a hundred thousand rubles? I would buy a house, take a wife and settle my old people in a new house!” He quickly opened his wallet, and sure enough, there were a hundred thousand rubles! Then he began to think: “Maybe we shouldn’t take our father and mother to the new house? What if my wife doesn't like them? Let them live in the old house. And keeping a cow is troublesome; I’d rather buy a goat. But I won’t buy many gifts, so the expenses are high...” And suddenly he feels that his wallet has become light, very light! I got scared, opened it, and lo and behold, there was only one penny lying there, all alone...

Saint Nicholas (Velimirovich) said: “The gardener cuts off the branches so that the tree grows faster and bears fruit better.” If he exceeds the limit and cuts off excess, the tree will dry out. Believe that God watches over every person more caringly and mercifully than any gardener. Listen to how the Monk Nilus of Sora argues: “If the potter knows the measure of keeping a vessel in the fire so that it does not burst, does God really not know the measure of our suffering?” Believe that the Lord has much greater judgment and love than man.

Stolen love

One monk was asked:

You talk a lot about love and family. But what difference does it make: a man and a woman live in marriage or do they have free love?

The monk replied:

Marriage, created and blessed by the Lord, serves to nurture and increase love between people. But people, unfortunately, abuse the gifts they receive, and this causes innumerable sorrows. For example, you have a car. If it is yours, great, it will bring you joy and benefit. And if you stole it, then you will receive only evil from the stolen money and will be punished according to your deserts. Love outside of marriage is also stolen.

All my life I have been ashamed of my mother. She was missing one eye and she seemed ugly to me. We lived poorly. I didn’t remember my father, and my mother... Whoever would give a good job to someone like her is one-eyed. And if my mother tried to dress me better and at school I was no different from my classmates, then in comparison with the mothers of other children, so beautiful and elegant, she seemed like an ugly beggar.

I hid it from my friends as best I could. But one day she took it and came to school - she was bored, you see. And she came up to me in front of everyone! As soon as I didn't fall through the ground. In a rage he ran away wherever his eyes were looking. And the next day, of course, the whole school was talking about how ugly my mother was. Well, or so it seemed to me. And I hated her. “It would be better if I didn’t have a mother at all than someone like you, it would be better if you died!” - I shouted then. She was silent.

Most of all I wanted to leave home as quickly as possible, to get away from my mother. And what could she give me? I studied hard at school, then, to continue my education, I moved to the capital. He started working, got married, and got his own home. Soon the children appeared. Life smiled at me. And I was proud that I achieved everything myself. I didn't remember my mother.

But one day she came to the capital and came to my house. The children did not know that it was their grandmother, they did not know that they had a grandmother at all, and they began to laugh at her. After all, my mother was so ugly. A long-standing resentment overwhelmed me. She again! Now he wants to disgrace me in front of my children and wife?! “What do you want here? Have you decided to scare my children? - I hissed, pushing her out the door. She said nothing.

Several years have passed. I have achieved even greater success. And when an invitation to an alumni meeting came from the school, I decided to go. Now I had nothing to be ashamed of. The meeting was fun. Before leaving, I decided to wander around the city and I don’t know how I came to my old house. The neighbors recognized me, said that my mother had died, and handed me her letter. I wasn’t particularly upset, and at first I wanted to throw the letter away without reading it. But he opened it anyway.

“Hello, son. Forgive me for everything. For not being able to provide you with a happy childhood. Because you had to be ashamed of me. For coming to your house without permission. You have beautiful children and I didn’t want to scare them at all. They are so similar to you. Take care of them. You, of course, don’t remember this, but when you were very young, an accident happened to you and you lost an eye. I gave you mine. There was nothing more I could do to help you. You achieved everything yourself. And I just loved you, rejoiced at your successes and was proud of you. And she was happy. Your mother".

One day the king decided to make a feast for all his subjects. Yes, not just a simple one, but for many days, so that everyone could appreciate the greatness of the kingdom and its countless riches. The ruler himself sat on a golden throne, under a canopy made of the finest silk. The most expensive wines were poured in immeasurable quantities into precious vessels. And there were so many dishes that no one in any kingdom had ever seen such luxury. The king was amused by the wine, and he said to his nobles:

I would like to hear from you what I am worth with all my enormous riches.

Silence reigned in the hall. Everyone thought that even the angels were unable to appreciate the king. And suddenly one wise old man said in a quiet, humble voice:

You, the ruler, are not worth thirty pieces of silver.

The king's anger was terrible. Fury flared up in him, and he shouted:

How dare you say such a thing?! Are you out of your mind or something? One gold thread on my porphyry is worth more!

But the righteous man continued calmly:

God, who created the earth, was sold for thirty silver coins. Are you greater than Him? The royal anger subsided, the ruler was ashamed of his pride and vanity. The poor old man revealed to him an unsurpassed truth: all the riches of the world are dust. Oh, only God alone will be able to appreciate everyone when his hour strikes.

On a sunlit forest edge a beautiful birch tree grew with its young daughters. She loved her children, caressing them with spreading branches, protecting them from the cold wind and pouring rain. And in the summer, under its canopy, no scorching sun scared the birch trees. They felt “warm in the sun, and good in mother’s presence.”

But one day a thunderstorm broke out in the forest. Not a joke. Rolls of thunder shook the earth, and the sky was continually illuminated by lightning. The thin-trunked beauties trembled with fear. But mother birch reassured them, hugging them with her strong branches: “Don’t be afraid of anything. Lightning won’t be able to notice you under my branches. I’m tall and...”. She didn't have time to finish.

A loud crash was heard in the forest. A huge lightning mercilessly struck the birch tree, scorching the core of its trunk. But the birch did not catch fire. Her strength was leaving her, an evil wind tried to throw her to the ground, a heavy rain was unraveling the branches, but underneath them were her children and no one except their mother could now protect them.

She hugged her daughters even closer to her, caressed their slender bodies even more with her weakening branches, washing them with tears flowing down the leaves. Last time. There was no limit to mother's love.

Only when it was all over and the sun shone again over the rain-washed forest, she, swaying, quietly sank to the ground. “I will never leave you,” she whispered to the birch trees, “my trunk will very soon be overgrown with grass and covered with moss. But my mother’s heart will never stop beating in it. No lightning can break it.”

When the birch tree fell, she once again tenderly hugged her daughters, and did not hurt any of them. So three slender beauties grow around an old stump covered with moss. It happens that a traveler sits down to rest in their shade on the trunk of an old tree and it seems to him that it is surprisingly soft. He closes his eyes and hears his mother’s heart beating inside him...

This was during the time of persecution of Christians. In one village there lived a Christian family. It was difficult for the father to feed his wife and small children, even though he worked tirelessly. But he placed all his sadness on the Lord and believed that someday everything would change for the better. Once, in order to cheer up both himself and his family, my father engraved the words on a tablet: “IT WILL NOT ALWAYS BE SO.” And he hung the inscription in a prominent place in the house.

Years of persecution have passed, and the time of prosperity and freedom has come. The children grew up and grandchildren appeared. They gathered at a richly laid table in their parents' house. We prayed, thanking the Lord for the gifts sent.

The eldest son suddenly noticed the old sign.

Let’s take it off,” he says to his father, “I don’t want to remember those hard times.” Because now it's all over.

No, my children, let it hang. Remember that this will NOT ALWAYS be the case. And teach this to your children. You need to be able to thank the Lord for everything. It's a difficult time - thanks for the trials. Life is easy for you - thank you for the abundance. Only he knows how to be grateful who always remembers eternity.

Whether it was a long time ago or just recently, it doesn’t matter. Yes, a traveler just came to one village. And he stayed to live in it. He was a wise man. He loved people, especially children. And what golden hands! He made such toys that you won’t find at any fair. But the only problem is that the crafts are too fragile. The children will be delighted at the fun, but she will go and break. The children will cry, and the wise man will make them a new toy. And even more fragile.

Why are you, dear man, giving our children such gifts? After all, you are wise and love them like family,” the parents asked the master. - Children try to play carefully, but gifts break. How many tears!

The sage smiled:

Time is moving very quickly. Very soon another person will give your son or daughter his heart. Fragile thing! I think my toys will teach them to take care of this priceless gift...

It was an unremarkable morning in the most ordinary clinic. A man of quite advanced years came to the doctor to remove stitches from his finger. It was noticeable that he was very worried and in a hurry to get somewhere. Having asked when the doctor would be there, the man said in a trembling voice that a very important matter awaited him at 9 o’clock. And it’s already 8:30.

I answered understandingly that all the doctors were busy and would be able to pay attention to him no earlier than in an hour. However, noticing the incredible sadness in his eyes and some confusion in his movements, when he kept glancing at his watch, something skipped a beat under my heart. There were no patients to see me, and I decided to take care of this man’s wound myself. I was glad that the wound was well closed, which means there won’t be any problems if the stitches are removed now. After consulting with a colleague, I attended to the patient. For some reason I wanted to talk to him, and I was the first to start a conversation:

You're in such a hurry. You must have an appointment with another specialist?

Not certainly in that way. At 9 o'clock I need to feed my sick wife. She's in the hospital now. Out of medical curiosity, I asked what was wrong with his wife. The man replied that, unfortunately, she was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease. I managed to do the necessary procedures while we were talking, which, naturally, took time. It seemed to me that by 9 o’clock my patient might not make it to the hospital to see his wife. I asked if she would worry if he was late. The man nodded his head sadly:

No, she won't worry. My wife hasn't recognized me for the last five years. And she doesn’t even remember who I was to her in life.

I exclaimed in surprise:

And despite this, you still rush to the hospital every morning at 9 to see a person who no longer knows you?

Then he affectionately patted me on the shoulder and, smiling, answered in a fatherly manner:

Yes, unfortunately, she doesn't know who I am. But I remember who she is. I have been happy with her all my life.

I went to the window and watched for a long time as the elderly patient walked away down the alley. It was only when they knocked on the door that I realized that I was crying. Goosebumps ran through my body, and I said: “This is the love that I dream of too...”

My morning patient said he was happy. And she, that woman, is also happy, having such a husband.

Not passion or romance, but true love, capable of understanding, forgiving and accepting - that is what is enduring. We'll leave. And she will remain, settling in someone’s heart.

In one small town, two families live next door. Some spouses constantly quarrel, blaming each other for all troubles, while others dote on their other half. The obstinate housewife marvels at her neighbor’s happiness. Jealous. Says to her husband:

Go and see how they manage to keep everything smooth and quiet.

He came to the neighbors, quietly went into the house and hid in a secluded corner. Watching. And the housewife hums a cheerful song and puts things in order in the house. He just wipes away the dust from an expensive vase. Suddenly the phone rang, the woman got distracted, and put the vase on the edge of the table, so that it was about to fall.

But then her husband needed something in the room. He caught a vase, it fell and broke. “What will happen?” the neighbor thinks.

The wife came up, sighed with regret, and said to her husband:

Sorry honey. I am guilty. She placed it on the table so carelessly.

What are you doing, honey? It's my fault. I was in a hurry and didn’t notice the vase. Anyway. We could not have had greater misfortune.

...The neighbor’s heart sank painfully. He came home upset. Wife to him:

So what took you so long? Have you looked?

So how are they doing? - It's all their fault. But we are all right.

One godly elder had several students. Somehow a dispute broke out between them, which they themselves could not resolve. What is more difficult, the monks decided, to write down Divine revelation, to understand and comprehend it, or to explain the meaning to another. We decided to ask the elder for advice.

He listened and answered: “I have a more difficult task for you than your three.” - Which one? - Help you see previously simple things and teach you to perceive reality as it really is.

In one dense forest, an old monkey lived for many years. And it seemed to her that she had a magical gift. One city dweller got lost in that forest. A monkey met him and promised to take him out of the forest.

Just submit to me and I will help you.

Apparently, the monkey's spell had an effect on the townsman. He became her slave, and remained to live in the forest. What did the monkey do to the prisoner, how did he push him around. She had fun making him carry her around his neck. Sometimes she rewarded this with a banana. The man resigned himself, and would continue to live like this, obediently fulfilling all the whims of the animal.

But one morning hunters appeared in the forest. A strange sight amazed them: a monkey was riding on a man. People caught the animal, and as soon as they took it out of the forest, the monkey lost its charms.

The hunters brought the unfortunate captive along with his enslaver to the city. The man returned home, and the monkey was taken to the zoo. Very soon the man felt that witchcraft no longer affected him. He often went to the zoo and wondered how this unreasonable animal could fool him so much. The monkey teased him, shook his fist and threw banana peels after him. But she was no longer capable of more.

When a person, by the mercy of God, gets rid of sin and vice, he “returns home.” And then no intrigues and threats of the enemy of salvation are scary to him, because with all his might he tries to serve the One whose reward is eternal life.

A young woman was sitting on a park bench and for some reason weeping bitterly. At this time Vanya was riding his tricycle along the alley. And he felt so sorry for his aunt that he asked:

Auntie, why are you crying?

“Oh, baby, you won’t be able to understand,” the woman waved her off.

It seemed to Vanya that after this her aunt began to cry even more. He says:

Auntie, does something hurt you and are you crying? Do you want me to give you my toy?

The woman burst into tears even more at these sympathetic words:

“Oh, boy,” she answered, “nobody needs me, no one loves me...

Vanya looked seriously and said:

Are you sure you asked everyone?

A sick man was lying on the bed. He could not get up, and thirst tormented him. At this time, the relatives all went about their business. The man moaned so much that the jug standing on the table was filled with compassion for him. But how can he, a clay thing, reach the patient?

“Give me a drink... Drink...” was all the thirsty man whispered. Life barely glimmered in this tormented body.

Having gathered incredible efforts, the jug rolled to the bed, right under the patient’s arm. He opened his eyes and was amazed at what he saw. It became much easier for him. Bringing the jug to his sore lips, the man greedily fell to it in the hope of quenching his thirst. But the vessel was empty.

Gathering his last strength, he angrily threw the sick jug onto the floor. The only one willing to help was scattered into small pieces.

Never compare yourself to someone who is sick. Don't turn people who are trying to help you into pathetic pieces of clay. Even if their attempts are in vain.

The trolleybus was traveling along its usual route. People came and went. By the final stops, two women and a small, poorly dressed boy with large and very sad eyes remained in the carriage. One of the women got off at the penultimate stop. The conductor, thinking that the boy was traveling with her, called out:

Woman, have you forgotten your child?

This, or what? Such a homeless child cannot be my son,” she answered disgustedly.

Whose are you, boy? Maybe you're lost? - The conductor asked sympathetically.

Me?.. I'm nobody's. And I go on my own.

Children cannot be anyone's. Where is your mother? Are you lost?

My mother went to Heaven. I also want to go there. Aunt, do you know which trolleybus goes to Heaven?

Small, there is no such route. And getting there is not easy.

But I really want to see my mother... Is it really impossible to get to Heaven by anything?

Then another woman, who was younger, came up to the boy, hugged him and gently pressed him to her chest.

What's your name, son?

Actually, I'm Mitya. But now they call me 57.

I live in a shelter. There are a lot of us there. And no one has mothers. The teacher cannot remember everyone and calls us by numbers.

Is it hard for you, baby?

Nobody loves me. Mom always kissed me. She read me bedtime stories and sang a lullaby. We also prayed together. I really want to see my mother. She left and never returned. Aunt, have you been to Heaven?

Not yet, my dear. But I know how to get there. You won't be able to find your way on your own. Do you want me to take you to my house? We will live together and wait for Christ. He will be able to lead us to Heaven, where your mother now lives.

The boy's eyes shone with hope. He clung to the kind woman, as he once did to his mother, and she gently stroked his head and smiled tenderly.

At the final stop they got off. The conductor and driver looked after them for a long time. One of them said:

The stop "Sky" is not marked on our route. But still, it seems to me that it is on this line.

God dwells where love lives. And where God is, it’s not far from Heaven.

This happened on the eve of the holidays. A young man was returning from work by car. It was so easy and joyful in his soul that tomorrow he could take a break from the hustle and bustle! I wanted to sing, and besides, spring was raging outside.

Mothers and children walked along the sidewalks, teenagers gathered in carefree groups, old people enjoyed the warm evening. Suddenly, someone ran out onto the roadway. A strong shock was heard. The man jumped out of the car and saw with horror that a child was lying under the wheels. The world went dark in the driver’s eyes.

One of the people who came up, after examining the child, said that he was alive, but needed to go to the hospital urgently. It will take a long time for the ambulance to arrive. The young man decided to take the boy in his car. At the hospital, he ran to the doctor and begged him to do something quickly. But the doctor was in no hurry. He invited the driver to the staff room and wrote down on a piece of paper the amount that he should bring to him. Then he will decide what to do with the patient.

Okay, I'll bring it, but I beg you, help the child, I'll be back very soon. Please, doctor. After all, he could die.

Not much time passed, and now he, with the required amount of money, takes off up the steps to the department. As it turned out, the doctor did not even examine the boy. He remained forlornly lying in the emergency room. Only the compassionate sister did everything to preserve the last glimpses of life in him.

Well, let's go see what we have there.

Horror was imprinted on the face of the careless doctor. A groan of despair escaped from his chest. My heart was torn to pieces. His own son was dying on a stretcher. But time was lost. And no one could help the poor child.

The entire previous life flashed in one second before the eyes of a man in a white coat, who himself at that second became gray. How many times did he bring home dishonest money that was paid to him for the hope of surviving. So, really, treat people the way you want them to treat you.

It was a very long time ago. In one medieval city there lived a lamplighter. A man of advanced years, homely in appearance, quiet and meek, every evening he walked around the city and illuminated the streets. The small old man struck a match on the sole of his worn-out shoe, and the darkest alley became bright and therefore cozy. The neighbors knew little about the poor lamplighter. To them he seemed unsociable and in some ways even strange. The townspeople considered him a slacker: “Well, isn’t he a quitter,” they were indignant, “he sleeps all day and admires the stars at night.” And the children called him a midnight dwarf, because the old man appeared on the street only at dusk.

But every time, striking a match on the old sole, the little lamplighter decreased in height.

One day a man said to him:

How can you live like this? You'll soon disappear completely! Have pity on yourself, you still get nothing in return except insults from people! Not fair.

To this the lamplighter replied:

People will be without power if I stop doing my job. What if someone can’t get home, getting lost in the dark? And it’s even worse if someone gets hurt on a dark street at night. Is this fair? And when it’s light, it’s easier for people. No, no, and someone in your heart will thank you. And I don’t need more. So the humble old man struck a match on his sole, becoming smaller and smaller, until he disappeared completely. No one noticed this. But everyone noticed that in the evening the lights in the city did not come on...