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Flower heaven
After graduating from medical school, I was assigned to a remote village in the Smolensk region, worked as a medical assistant.
Having come on a call to an old woman, I gasped loudly. It seemed to me that I was in a flower paradise. Baba Masha (that was the name of the patient) occupied a tiny room in the barrack. From the furniture she had a bed, a table, a stool, and around – flowers. She affectionately called them “my favorite bells”.
Flowers grew in tubs, spread along the walls and ceiling, hanging over the bed with delicate green foliage. The green splendor was entwined with pink lace bells. It seemed to touch your hand – and they will ring with a magic melody. Later, when I began to get carried away with flowers, I learned the name of these plants – abutilon.
Baba Masha told how the first flower came to her. During the war, her girl was taken to Germany. She worked there for a farmer, and when the war ended, she brought with her a jar with a small offshoot of abutilone. It took two months to get to my native village. The flower easily took root in her house. Grandma said:
– I am unwell, but my soul hurts, I have to get up, water the flowers. I’ll talk to them, and it will become easier. I would have died a long time ago, but to whom am I leaving them. Who will feed them with a mullein and sprinkle them with ashes.
Abutilons bloomed with her all year round – they thanked for their love.
Once, a son, whom she had not seen for 20 years, came to Baba Masha, and threw all the flowers behind the shed, saying that because of them there was nothing to breathe in the room. He left a week later. A few days later, Baba Masha died. Before she died, she told her neighbor that she was unbearable to live, that her heart was breaking with yearning for flowers.
The son did not come to the funeral. I returned from vacation, heard this story, in the nettles behind the barn I found a half-dried twig from Baba Masha’s favorite flower. Now I have a piece of kindness and love at home, the memory of an amazing and sincere woman.
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