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Scene 6. First rounds
Dr. Dontsova, Dr. Gangart, and nurse Olympiada Vladislavovna come into the ward, to conduct their examination rounds. Dontsova first talks to Dyomka, and asks what he his reading. An old magazine, but an interesting article. “What is the article about,” asks Dontsova. “Sincerity,” replies Dyomka, but, Dontsova stops him from getting on his bad leg. She examines his leg, which is causing Dyomka discomfort and pain. She moves on to Egenberdiev, and then to Mursalimov, Uzbeks on the ward. Ahmadjan, a patient himself, must translate between Dr. Dontsova, and her Uzbek patients. Pavlov Rysanov then loudly proclaims his displeasure – he has been on the ward for 18 hours, and has not been treated. He threatens to call the authorities, and report the clinic, as well as Dr. Dontsova. In a tense confrontation, Dr. Dontsova tells Rysanov that there is no where else he can be treated for his lymphoma. He must decide now whether he wants the help of the clinic. Dontsova moves on to Oleg Kostoglotov, who has shown remarkable improvement. Oleg asks Dontsova when she intends to release him. Dontsova is incredulous – Oleg’s treatment has only just begun. “You don’t even know the game you are playing,” she chastises. Oleg insists talking with her, and she tells him, “very well, you will be called for,” and moves on to Azovkin, who is not doing well. She talks to Azovkin in accepting a release to go home. The scene ends with Rusanov suddenly interjecting, “I give in, doctor, --inject me!”.
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Scene 6. First rounds
(Dr. Dontsova, Dr. Gangart, and nurse Olympiada Vladislavovna come into the ward, to conduct their examination rounds).
Dontsova
(To ward)
Hello.
(To Dyomka)
What are you reading, Dyomka?
(Dyomka shows the cover of the magazine to Dontsova).
Oy. Such an old issue. Why are you reading a magazine over a year old?
Dyomka
I am reading an interesting article…
Dontsova
About what?
Dyomka
Sincerity…it says literature without sincerity…(Sits up, and begins to put his leg on the floor)…
Dontsova
Don’t do that. Roll up your pajamas.
(Sits beside Dyomka, and gently feels his leg).
Vera, (reading Dyomka’s chart statistics)
Fifteen sessions, three thousand rads….
Dontsova
Does it hurt hear?
Dyomka
Yes, it hurts.
Dontsova
And here?
Dyomka
Yes, and further up, as well.
Dontsova
Why haven’t you said anything? Such a hero. You need to tell me when it hurts.
(She slowly probes the border of the tumor)
Does it hurt by itself, at night?
Dyomka
It bothers me night and day.
(Dontsova and Vera exchange looks)
Dontsova
Does it hurt more or less since you’ve been here?
Dyomka
I don’t know. Maybe better, but I’m not sure.
Dontsova, (to Vera)
Blood count.
(Vera hands Dontsova the case history, which Dontsova flips through).
(to Dyomka)
How’s your appetite?
Dyomka
I’ve always had a good appetite.
Vera
He’s on a special diet now.
Transfusion? (taking back the case history).
Dontsova
Yes. Well, what do you think, Dyomka? Shall we continue with the X-rays?
Dyomka
Of course, continue.
Dontsova, (moving to Egenberdiev’s bed).
Yes, very good! You’re making good progress, Egenberdiev! You’ll soon be going home!
Ahmadjan, (translating from Russian to Uzbek)
Mana! Juda yaxshi! Xammasi yashxi utyapti! Ha demay o'yga ketasiz!??
Egenberdiev, (touching the scab on his lip)
Kattarok bo'libtimi? Shishib kettimi?
Ahmadjan, (translating from Uzbek to Russian)
But is is becoming larger? It has grown?
Dontsova
It will fall off. That’s what’s meant to happen. It will fall away. Three months rest at home, and then you’ll come back to us!
Ahmadjan, (translating)
Hechqisi yo'q. Ahamiyat bermang.
Dontsova, (going to Mursalimov, an old Uzbek)
How’s your cough?
Ahmadjan
Yo'ta-li-shin-giz ka-lay?
Mursalimov
Bilmadim.
(Ahmadjan looks at Dontsova and shrugs his shoulders – “he doesn’t know”)
Dontsova
Please lift up your shirt.
Ahmadjan
Il-ti-mos, ko'y-lak-ni ko'tar-ing!
Dontsova
Where is the pain?
Ahmadjan
Qayerda?
Dontsova
Here?
Mursalimov
Chapga
Ahmadjan
To the left
Dontsova
Here?
Mursalimov
Kha.
Dontsova, (pointing to empty vitamin bottles, on his bedstand)
When did you buy these?
Ahmadjan
Qachon sotib olding???
Mursalimov
O' chin chi kuni-da. Chor-shan-ba kuni-da.
Ahmadjan
Two days ago.
Dontsova
Where are the pills?
Ahmadjan
Dorichi kani?
Mursalimov
Ichib oldim??
Ahmadjan
??He’s taken them all.
Dontsova
What do you mean?...all at once?
Ahmadjan
Kan-day ich-ting??? Dar-rov xam-ma-si-ni-mi???
??????????
Yo'q! Ik-ki mar-ta ich-tim!??
Ahmadjan
No, in two times.
(Everyone laughts)
Rusanov
Comrade Dontsova, I shall be forced to inform the Ministry of Health the way things are conducted in this clinic. And I shall have to telephone Comrade Ostapenko.
Dontsova
If you have contacts with the Ministry of Health, and in a position to telephone Comrade Ostapenko, there are several things which I can add to your report, if you’d like.
Rusanov
There is nothing that needs to be added. Your display of indifference is quite enough as it is. I have been here for eighteen hours, and have not been given treatment. And between that and….
Dontsova
That is why I’m here – to give you treatment.
Rusanov
No. It is too late now. I’ve seen quite enough, and I’m leaving. No one shows the slightest interest, and nobody b
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