Otets (father)

Usually, we don’t see ourselves from the outside, and that’s where sensitive topics like this come into play. You asked for it, and our team presents this film for your attention. This might be a series of new episodes where we highlight the issues of “fathers and children.“ This topic can be very painful, but it is always relevant. Sometimes we look at such things very skeptically, hoping that they won’t happen to us, thinking it’s not the right time yet. But unfortunately, this is the harsh reality of life, one that is uncomfortable and unprofitable to think about until it affects you or someone close to you. It’s far from certain that you will act correctly or that others will treat you differently. In any case, take a look at yourself through the eyes of others and draw the right conclusions, because the world of loved ones is not a supermarket. English Translation: Son, take me home for Easter, I am so tired of the smell of medicine. There’s renovation all around, the workers are pouring paint, I’ll sign all the papers without any fuss. I need to visit Maria’s grave, I haven’t been there for three years. Day by day, I’m losing my strength, And soon the crows will start circling. Don’t worry, I’ll lie down in the hallway, I’ll stay home for just two days. I’ll sign the paper with the chief doctor myself, Son! Take me home for Easter! Alone in the ward, everyone else is long gone, I sit by the window all day like an owl. The mobile patients have been given to their children, There’s no one left, just complete silence... Sighing, Vasily looked out the window, There was the blue sky and a flock of clouds. A cat was running towards the dining room... He wasn’t quite ready to take his father... But he said out loud that he’d come by tomorrow And take him wherever he needed to go. He’d wash him in the bath, dress him in clean clothes, A day would pass quickly, it was no big deal. Returning home, he told his wife That he wanted to bring his father home. He had thought about it during his free time, “After all, he’s my father.“ His wife sprang from the chair like a spring, Saying that he’d cause chaos at home. She closed the matter of his visit for good, Quickly putting everything in its place. The day flew by like a bird, unnoticed, Distant relatives came to visit his wife. All problems were swept away like the wind, There were only toasts, laughter, and chatter. The sun was setting behind the hospital park, The old man watched it alone from the window. He believed his son would come, He must be stuck in traffic, it’s a long way. He smiled, clearly making plans, Thinking of sitting quietly by the grave. His war wounds had long since healed, Only one still bled in his soul. A nurse brought him back to reality, Bringing him porridge with tea. The cook had baked a cake for the holiday, Since he was alone, it was just for him. “Why weren’t you taken for the holiday? The doctor signed all the papers for your son! They gave everything to him last week, The head physician gave his consent.“ The old man was silent and quietly wept bitterly In the dark and empty ward. Forgotten and abandoned like a stray dog, He had become a stranger to his own son... The holiday passed, the guests flew away, Packing their bags, the son went to his father. The weekend flew by like a bullet, “I’ll give the old man some soup...” He climbed the stairs to the floor, His steps echoed down the hallway. He was simply afraid to argue with his wife, He was already prepared for her answer. The mattress was rolled up... “What the hell?..“ His father’s bed gaped emptily... “There must be some reason, Where did the seriously ill man go?“ Without feeling his legs, he ran to the nurse... “A massive heart attack, it’s no secret. His family must have forgotten in the rush, He was worried, and that’s the whole story. He quietly died at night by the window, We just couldn’t save him...” ...Our world has simply gone mad! All he needed was warmth and a bit of love....