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Good
day.
I
was
left
with
an
unpleasant
impression
from
my
last
stay
here.
I
now
live
in
a
different
place
than
before,
and
I
could
have
gone
to
the
city
hospital,
hoping
that
they
would
treat
me
with
attention
and
understanding
as
an
Orthodox
person,
because
I
was
already
in
bed
here,
but
that
was
not
the
case.
I
asked
the
doctor
who
saw
me
in
the
women’s
department
not
to
have
a
male
doctor
operate
on
me;
for
me,
as
an
Orthodox
Christian,
this
was
unacceptable.
They
did
everything
with
precision,
but
on
the
contrary,
they
sent
the
man
to
a
Kazakh
woman.
The
direction
indicated
what
else
to
remove
besides
the
polyp,
but
he
ignored
this.
Their
women
would
hardly
be
allowed
to
go
to
a
male
gynecologist,
their
women
are
forbidden
by
faith
to
have
abortions,
and
ours
can
kill
children.
They
do
not
understand
that
this
is
infanticide
and
a
grave
mortal
sin.
But
he,
as
a
Muslim,
knows
this
and
kills.
How
the
other
medical
staff
reacted,
the
nurses
and
cooks
to
them
and
the
buffet
worker,
many
thanks.
And
I
leave
here
my
poem,
written
in
this
hospital
three
years
ago,
I
experienced
such
a
shock
and
wrote
these
poems,
maybe
one
of
our
women
will
come
to
their
senses
after
reading
it.
I
would
like
abortion
to
be
prohibited
at
the
legislative
level.
I
remember
the
words
of
the
veteran
father,
one
of
the
women
who
killed
her
children
in
the
womb,
I
said
Father
Valentin,
I
fought
for
your
peaceful
sky,
above
your
head,
so
that
you
could
live,
and
you
kill
your
children
without
war,
he
said,
and
there
were
tears
in
his
eyes
and
voice.
Eternal
memory
to
the
priest.
So
the
verse:
Mommy
dear
Thou
shalt
not
kill.
Dear
mother,
don't
kill,
Your
unborn
Baby-
I
want
to
be
born
so
bad!
Let
me
be
completely
baby
But
he
looks
like
you...
Already
a
heart
Fight!
I
want
to
see
this
one
God's
peace!
To
see
you
And
hug
I
want
to
see
the
sun!
I'm
sent
by
God
Consolation
Be
you!
Love
you,
I
haven't
seen
you
yet
Mommy
dear
I
don't
want
to
kill
Football
with
children
Drive
and
run
When
I
grow
up!
And
be
like
this
Like
the
rest
Children!
Mommy
dear
Don't
kill...
You
won't
be
happy
Then
on
this
Light...
Mommy
dear
What
are
you
doing?
You're
sitting
in
the
doctor's
office
Office...
Again
I
am
silent
Mommy
screaming
Don't
kill
me
No
need!
Your
unborn
Baby...
But
everything
is
with
the
doctor
Decided
by
strangers
Aunts
in
starched
clothes
The
robes
are
reaching
for
Where
am
I
in
the
chair?
You
are
sitting...
With
iron
tongs
Hands,
legs
They
tore
me...
And
everything
remained
Forever
in
the
dark
Your
unborn
Child!
Mommy
dear
Thou
shalt
not
kill
in
the
silent
Cricke
choked
Children's
voice!
Remained
forever
in
In
the
darkness
your
unborn
Child!
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