The crazy man by Ann Wood
I used to work in a Psychiatric Hospital. He disappeared sick. The People's Militia was informed. It is searched for ... and no memory of it. We read on the morning reports --- Hristo Minchev is gone, missing, looking for ...At 48 o'clock, another sick Crab / as tall, so large and wide as a schizophrenic, helps in the kitchen, an ecologist / as much as waste bins give him to throw them out on the way he eats them, and returns the two buckets to one another, a sign that are empty ... Not that he discarded them, devoured the contents ...
The box can not speak, but he can empty and jerk the buckets, walks around the well with a condensate from the steam and sees a person hanging inside the pipes. Yes, the same thing we miss and is searching for the Interior Ministry ... Hristo Minchev ...
All staff, militiamen, firefighters, peasants gather ... Everybody gives a shit, tries everything from who gets to the wits ... There is no good, he keeps the pipes hard and he has no strength to untie his fingers , man is in a catatonic stupor ...
I'm approaching a sick person, Grigor Shterev, electrician from Plovdiv and he asks me: "Bratanova, do you want me to get this one? Just for you, because I want to marry you, I make it just for you!
Just say Yes, and you will look at his back! "
I said: "Yes!"
Grigor Shterev walks on the edge of the well and asks: "It was, Hristo Minchev, who made you here?"
Hristo Minchev, throws one hand out of the pipe and pays honor, says, "By order of the General!"
Grigor Shterev kicks his leg and says, "By order of the general, outside, go march!"
And ... oh heavens! Wonder! Hristo Minchev very easily, very skillfully escapes from the well, as if he has not been there for 24 hours in a catatonic stupor, honors Grigor Shterev and goes slowly, confidently, into a march to the bedroom ... We, the saviors by the well we stand in a catatonic stupor and do not believe our eyes. We applaud ... To whom ?! Grigor Shterev, the madman who brought the other mad from the well, that we, the normal: doctors, nurses, militiamen, firefighters, civil defense ... we could not.
The Chief Doctor sat down on the grass and wept ... 28 years I have studied Psychiatry and Psychology .. I have not learned yet !!!
Grigor Shterev tells me: "Bratanova, I may be crazy, but I'm not simple!"
Short story by Ann Wood
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Written on 2017-10-22 at 23:29
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