Personal experience: the Suzdal regional hospital is infesting with cockroaches

Vladimir Volkov, a scientist and teacher from Vladimir, described in his publication how he ended up in the district hospital of ancient Suzdal, located more than thirty kilometers from Vladimir, and what he saw there:

“I got to the hospital again. They drove away from the street in an ambulance. In Vladimir, not a single hospital accepted me, they refused to treat me. They sent me to Suzdal, the center of Ancient Rus, to a regional hospital. They have some regular order there - very strict - not to admit anyone! They say all the hospitals are overcrowded.

Maybe you don’t know how Russian medicine works. Then I will tell you a terrible secret: everything here is based on informal contacts, calls to friends, cronyism, the principle of log-rolling: you scratch my back and I'll scratch yours. Nothing has essentially changed since Soviet times. Personal connections are above all. Especially in the era of coronavirus.

The hospital here, of course, is simpler than in Vladimir, everything is at the level of the Russian district. They feed well, doctors and medical staff, as elsewhere, are exhausted. The switch in the toilet has not worked for the second week, the electrician must have started drinking.

But what the Russian province in the center of glamorous Suzdal is rich in is in fat cockroaches.

I have not seen such an abundance of yellow, shiny, ubiquitous cockroaches that crawl over me since Soviet times. Apparently, Russian medicine has no money even to remove cockroaches. How not to bring this "charm" home, if I live to see discharge. It's good that not bed-bugs, it would be much worse.

I am proud to live in the center of Russian spirituality. Around monasteries, monasteries, monasteries. The famous Russian world. Well, what is Russianness without a Russian cockroach? It's like a mother Russia without a Russian birch tree.

All this is combined here: satellite communications, a center of pilgrimage for tourists from all over the world, a place for praying for the sins of Putin himself (he often comes here) and a Russian cockroach as a symbol of Russian spirituality.

If anyone has a remedy against the cockroaches, give it to me, Rusichi-fellows! I can only move here in a wheelchair.

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Today they began to heal, they poured blood into me. And they replaced the burned out light bulb in the toilet. There was no light in the toilet for a week. I volunteered to repair. Immediately, the elusive electrician appeared and solved the problem in a matter of seconds. Life is getting better..."