Alexey Tolstoy. Purgatory. From The Novel Of "Sister"

Alexey Tolstoy. Purgatory. From the novel of "Sister" (August, 1921) ... Evening, and a decline has gone out. It is time to go home and somewhat quicker. I never will grow old With happiness that I will see you. Tatyana Zhirmunskaja And somewhere in the beginning of May I have suddenly recollected about your "tablet" (as rolling for a straw!.), has got it, has tried to fill, charge its energy as you learnt (to in temples and gripes in fingers), has turned in a kerchief and began to carry. And here I have suspected of the beginning of July, have gone to polyclinic and when to me have told that is the truth, I had a hysterics. A month later I have laid down in hospital and almost all pregnancy have lain on preservation, last three months in maternity home. A toxicosis, no by-effects existing. Sat a head upwards, itself has thrust on (it and was not developed correctly). There was a lot of alarm - all the same age, God forbid or any defects. But doctors nearby were very clever and sensitive, calmed as could, answered in detail all questions, much explained, and by day of sorts I was quiet and happy - have been assured that all will manage, all will be good.