About duty in the operblock. Unknown author and performer.
When the city, tired of the day, covers the night with a cloak,
And obedient to her, people extinguish the light outside the windows
And the lovers fall asleep in the tender embrace of minutes
And sing the last verse to the lullaby for the baby.
There are guys who are used to spending the night standing more often,
There are girls who set tables for them until morning.
On the tables of those there is no tablecloth with cakes and black caviar,
There are clamps, meters, lavsan, mirrors, tupfer.
A man sleeps peacefully, his brain controls his breathing.
Here they sleep on a pipe, and you don't know how the dream will end.
And the wheelchairs from the reception lift lifts every hour,
And again a human groan is being taken to the ambulance.
3 tables, 3 fates, met on the same floor,
And behind each stood a man who had forgotten about a dream,
And knots tied weightlessly in their obedient fingers,
By performing hemostasis of disobedient arteries and veins.
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2 hours, it seems quiet for now, there is time for a drag,
And have a quick sip of lukewarm coffee.
Only they know, surgery does not tolerate indulgences
Bypassing the receiver they carry a firearm to the chest.
2 central, anesthesia, and the team washed up as usual
And the myocardium that shoots blood on the finger is sutured.
And in the sky, outside the windows, the sun has already appeared,
Lighting up the sweaty faces of tired guys.
Another night fell under their feet, surrendering,
Here again they turned out to be stronger than her power,
Here again the insatiable death starved that night,
Unable to take away the souls of the saved people
And outside the windows the city will start its everyday life again
And the disease will hunt down the streets again
These people are always on duty in the operating units.
Do not be afraid and sleep well while they are.
These people are always on duty in the operating units.
Do not be afraid and sleep well while they are.
