Chapter 10 death of lohengrin

The two people carrying the stretcher slowed down as they went up the stairs.They are already impatient.I've been doing this job for more than an hour, and I haven't even gotten a tip for buying cigarettes.One of the two is the driver of the car, and the driver is supposed to not have to carry the patient.But the hospital didn't send anyone out to help, and they couldn't leave the kid in the car.Besides, they had to pick up a patient with acute pneumonia, and a person who had hanged himself and was rescued by someone cutting the rope at an emergency.The two were very annoyed and quickened their pace.The light in the corridor was very dim, and it goes without saying that there was a unique smell in the hospital.

"Why cut the rope to save him?" muttered the man behind, referring to the suicide man.The one in front turned his head and shouted: "No, why bother?" When he turned his head to speak, he slammed into the door frame unexpectedly and fiercely, and the patient lying on the stretcher was woken up, and let out a terrifying scream. It was a child's voice that could be heard. "Be quiet! Be quiet!" said the doctor.It was a young man in a blue-collar intern, with blond hair and a nervous face.He looked at his watch, it was already eight o'clock, and it was already time to change shifts.I had been waiting for Dr. Lohmeier for more than an hour, but he hadn't arrived. He must have been arrested; these days, anyone can be arrested at any time.The young doctor habitually took out his stethoscope and kept staring at the boy on the stretcher. Finally, he turned his gaze to the two stretcher bearers. They were already impatiently waiting at the door.The doctor asked unhappily: "What's the matter, what's the matter?"

"Stretcher!" said the driver. "Can't we move him to the bed? We have to go now." "Oh, that's the thing, move it here!" The doctor said, pointing to the leather sofa.Just then the night nurse came in with an indifferent but serious expression on her face.She lifted the boy by the shoulders, and another stretcher bearer, not the driver, grabbed the boy's legs, and the boy screamed like crazy again.The doctor said irritably, "Don't shout, be quiet, be quiet, it's nothing serious..." The two stretcher pickers still stood still.The one who wasn't the driver answered the doctor's angry look, and he said calmly, "That bed sheet." In fact, the bed sheet didn't belong to him at all, but was brought out by a lady at the accident site. The child with a broken leg was taken to the hospital naked.The stretcher-bearer thought to himself: The hospital will keep the bed sheet and will not return it to the lady, and this bed sheet neither belongs to the boy nor the hospital, so whoever he is, just ask the hospital to leave, anyway. There are plenty of sheets in the hospital.Take it home and ask my wife to wash it. These days, bed sheets can be sold for a lot of money.

The kid was still yelling.They rolled the sheet from the boy's lap and handed it to the driver.The doctor and nurse glanced at each other.It was a terrible sight for the child, the whole lower part of the body was covered with blood, and the linen shorts were torn to pieces, and the rags and blood were stuck together, and it was horrible to look at.His feet were bloodless, and he kept yelling, the yells were very long, one after another, and it was creepy. "Quick!" the doctor whispered, "Nurse, syringe, hurry up!" The nurse's movements were skilled and agile enough, but the doctor kept urging "Quick! Quick!" On the doctor's nervous face, Mouth opened uncontrollably.The child was still yelling.But the preparations for the nurses' injections couldn't have been faster.

The doctor felt the child's pulse, and his pale face, whose muscles were twitching from exhaustion, murmured restlessly, "Quiet, quiet!" As if to shout.The nurse finally came over with the syringe, and the doctor gave the injection skillfully and quickly. He let out a long sigh as he pulled the needle out of the almost leathery skin.At this moment the door opened, and a nun ran in in a panic.She was about to speak, but when she saw the injured patient and the doctor, she shut her mouth again, tiptoed over, nodded kindly to the doctor and the pale nurse, and then put her hand on the child's forehead.The child suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the woman in black standing beside his bed in astonishment.On the surface, it seemed that the cold hand on his forehead calmed him down, but in fact, the injection had an effect.The doctor still had the syringe in his hand, and he let out a long sigh again, because he finally calmed down, surprisingly quiet, so quiet that everyone could hear his own breathing.None of them spoke a word.

The child probably didn't feel the pain anymore, and looked at everything around him quietly and curiously. "How much did you inject?" the doctor asked the night shift nurse in a low voice. "Ten milliliters," she replied, also softly. The doctor shrugged his shoulders, "It's a little bit too much, let's look at it later. Sister Leoba, can you help us?" "Of course," the nun replied hastily, awakened from her contemplation.The room was unusually quiet.The nun held the boy's head and shoulders, the night nurse held his legs, and they removed the blood-soaked rags from his body.Only now can I see clearly that the blood is mixed with some black things. The whole body of the child is black. There are coal powders on the feet, and the hands are also covered with blood, rags and sticky and thick coal powder.

"I see," murmured the doctor, "stolen coal from a moving train, and fell off, didn't I?" "Yes," the boy answered in a high-pitched voice, "that's right." His eyes were awake with a rare sense of happiness.That shot must have been a big deal.The nun lifted his shirt and rolled it up from his chest down to his chin.The upper body is really pitifully thin, skinny like an old goose.The hollow next to the collarbone sunk so deep that in the light it formed a black hole so big that even the nun's broad, white hand could fit in it.Then they looked at the uninjured part of his leg.The two legs are extremely thin, appearing thin and long.The doctor nodded to the nurse and said, "Maybe both legs are broken, we need a X-ray."

After the night nurse wiped the child's leg with alcohol gauze, it was less ugly.The child was so skinny that the doctor shook his head while dressing the bandages.Now he's worried about Dr. Lohmeier again. He may be arrested by them. Even if he doesn't tell anything, it's an embarrassing thing. Let him go to jail for the sale of the poisonous convolvuin, and I I am safe and sound, but if it is done, I would like to share some benefits.Damn, it must be 8:30, and there is no sound on the street at all, so quiet that it makes people restless.The doctor put on the bandage, and the nun pulled the boy's shirt down to his waist again, then took a white sheet from the cabinet and covered the boy.

She put her hand on the child's forehead again, and said to the doctor who was washing his hands: "Doctor, I just came to see you for little Schranz. You are treating this child. I don't want to disturb you." The doctor stopped and wiped Hands, face a little embarrassed, when talking, the cigarette on the lips shakes up and down. "What?" he asked. "What's the matter with little Schrantz?" His pale face was now a little yellow. "Ah! The heart is failing. It's almost failing. It looks like it's going to die." The doctor took the cigarettes in his hand again, and hung the towel on a nail beside the washbasin.

"Too bad!" he cried in despair. "What can I do? There is nothing I can do." The nun kept her hand on the child's forehead.The night nurse tossed bloody rags into the dirt bucket, the nickel lid lifted to reflect a silvery quivering light onto the wall. The doctor stared thoughtfully at the floor, then suddenly raised his head, looked at the boy again, hurried to the door, and said, "I'll go and see." "Do you want me to go?" The nurse asked after him, and the doctor stuck his head back into the door and said, "No, you stay here and prepare to give the child a X-ray and fill out the medical records."

The child remained quiet as the night nurse stood beside the leather sofa. "Did your mother know what happened to you?" asked the nun. "Mom is dead." The nurse dared not ask his father any more. "Then who should be notified?" "My brother, but he's not at home now. You need to tell the little ones that they are left alone now." "Which little ones?" "Hans and Adolf. They're still waiting for me to go back and cook!" "Where does your brother work?" The boy didn't say anything, and the nun stopped asking. "Will you remember?" the nun turned to the night nurse and said. The nurse on the night shift nodded and walked towards the small white table, which was full of medicines and various test tubes.She took the inkwell, took a dip, and flattened the white paper with her left hand. "What's your last name?" the nun asked the boy. "Baker." "What religion do you believe in?" "I'm not religious. I'm not baptized." The nun was taken aback, but the expression of the night shift nurse remained unchanged. "When were you born?" "Three and three years...September tenth." "Are you still in school?" "Ok." "And...the name!" The night shift nurse reminded the nun in a low voice. "Yes, what's the name?" "Greene." "What?" The two women smiled and glanced at each other. "Greenie," the boy said slowly and a little annoyed, like all people with special names. "Is it I?" the night shift nurse asked. "Yes, two i's," he repeated, "Greene." His original name was Lohengrin, because he was born in 1933, when Hitler's first appearance at the Bayreuth Festival was in the weekly newsreels.But his mother always called him "Greenie." The doctor burst in, his eyes clouded with fatigue, his thin blond hair falling across a young but wrinkled face. "Come quickly, come quickly, both of you! I want to try another blood transfusion, hurry up!" The nun glanced at the boy. "It's all right," cried the doctor, "it's all right to leave him alone for a while." The night shift nurse had already reached the door. "Grenny, will you lie down for a while?" the nun asked. "Okay." The child agreed. But when they were gone, he couldn't help the tears welling up in his eyes.It seemed that the nun's hand that had just been placed on his forehead was holding back the tears.He was not so sad that he wanted to cry, but was moved to tears by happiness.If you want to say that it is because of sadness and fear, there are also some.It was only when he thought of the little ones that he really cried from sadness, but he always tried not to think of them because he was willing to cry entirely of happiness.He has lived to such an age, and he has never had such a wonderful feeling as after the injection just now.A miraculous warmth poured into his whole body like a stream of milk, making him a little unconscious and at the same time making him awake.There was a sweet taste on his tongue, a sweetness he had never tasted in all his life.But he couldn't help but think of the little ones.Hubert won't be home until tomorrow morning, papa is three weeks away, and mamma... the little ones are really alone now.He knew very well that they were listening again for every footstep and the slightest sound on the stairs, and there would be a lot of noise on the stairs, and the little ones would be disappointed again and again.Would Mrs. Glusman take care of them?She has never done this before, how could she suddenly think of it today?She had never done that, and it was impossible for her to know that he... something happened to him.Maybe Hans will comfort Adolf, but Hans himself is very fragile, crying at every turn, maybe Adolf will comfort Hans instead!But Adolf was only five years old, and Hans was already eight years old. It was more likely that Hans would comfort Adolf, but Hans was pitifully weak, while Adolf was stronger.Maybe they both started to cry, and at seven o'clock they were too hungry to play any more.They knew he would be back at seven-thirty to make them dinner.They dared not get their own bread, and several times they ate up their week's ration at once, and he forbade them to take their own bread, and they never dared again.Originally, they could safely eat potatoes now, but they didn't know it!If only he had told them they could eat potatoes earlier!Hans was already very good at cooking peas; but they dared not, for he had punished them so severely in the past, that he had to beat them a few times, for he ate all the bread at once, how could it be done? !If he never beat them, he would be happy now, and they would go and get their bread, and at least they wouldn't be hungry to-night.And now they had to sit and wait, jumping up excitedly at the sound on the stairs, and pressing their pale faces against the crack of the door, as he had seen a thousand times.Oh, he always saw their faces first, and they cheered up all at once.Ah, they were so happy when he came back, even after he had beaten them, and the little ones knew everything.Now, every bit of sound brings them disappointment.They would be afraid, and Hans trembled at the sight of a policeman.They might cry so loudly that Mrs. Glusman would scold them because she liked quiet at night.Maybe if they kept on crying, Mrs. Glusman would come over and take pity on them.Mrs. Glusman was not such a bad person.But Hans would never go to find her by himself, he was terribly afraid of her, and Hans was afraid of everything... Even if they cook some potatoes and eat them themselves! Since he remembered the little ones, he was crying out of pure sadness.He covered his eyes with his hands so that he would not see the little ones again, and now his hands felt wet, and he cried even harder.He wondered what time it was.It might have been nine or ten o'clock.This is really incredible, usually he will go home by 7:30 at the latest.But the trains are so guarded today, they have to be very careful, the Luxembourgers are so fond of shooting, maybe they didn't have time to fire a few more shots in the war, and now they want to have fun; but they couldn't catch him, they never They couldn't catch him, he always slipped past them and onto the train.Oh my goodness, just in time for anthracite, which is not to be let lightly.As soon as they say it is anthracite, they will immediately give seventy or eighty marks. How can such a good opportunity be missed.Not only did the Luxembourg soldiers fail to catch him, but the Russian soldiers, American soldiers, British soldiers, and Belgian soldiers all escaped him. Could it be that he will fall into the hands of these Luxembourg soldiers today?These stupid Luxembourgers!He dodged them, climbed onto the wagon, filled the bags, dropped them, and dropped them again, as many as he could catch.But unexpectedly, suddenly, the train stopped.All he remembered was a sharp, excruciating pain, and then nothing.Later, when he woke up at the door, he opened his eyes and saw this white room.Later, someone gave him an injection, and now, he was so moved by happiness that he cried again, and the little ones no longer appeared in front of his eyes.Happiness is a wonderful thing, he has never tasted it, the teardrops seem to be the incarnation of Yufu, flowing from his body, but the happiness in his chest has not diminished.Those crystal clear, rolling, sweet tears, those miraculous tears, converged into tears, gushing out from the depths of his heart, and never diminished.... Suddenly he heard the sound of Luxembourgers with automatic rifles in their hands.The shuddering gunshots vibrated in the fresh spring night sky.He smelled the sweetness of the fields, the smoke and coal of the trains, and a faint smell of real spring.Two gunshots shook the dark night sky, and there were continuous and different echoes all around. These sounds stabbed his chest like needles.Can't be caught by these nasty Luxembourg soldiers, can't be injured by them!He was lying on the pile of coal with his limbs stretched out, clearly feeling the sharpness of the coal beneath him.This is anthracite, and people give 80 to 85 marks for 50 kilograms.How about some chocolate candies for the little ones?No, not enough money, forty to forty-five marks for a piece of chocolate, he can't move that much coal, my God, fifty kilograms of coal can only be exchanged for two pieces of chocolate candy.The Luxembourgers were like mad dogs, and they were shooting again.He felt that his bare feet, which were smelly and dirty, were cold and painful from being pricked by coals.The bullets have pierced the sky with many holes, but they can't damage it. Perhaps these Luxembourger soldiers think they will damage the sky! Shall he tell the nurse where his father was, where his brother Hubert was at night?But they didn't ask!The teacher at school said that you shouldn't answer what you didn't ask...Damn Luxembourgers...little guys...Don't shoot Luxembourgers!He had to go and see the little ones... these Luxembourgers must be crazy, totally crazy.Damn, forget it, where is my father, where did my brother go at night, just don't say anything to the nurse.Maybe the little ones will get their own bread...or potatoes...maybe Mrs. Glusman will find out what's wrong, because something is wrong; it's strange why it keeps happening!The principal will also blame.That injection was really good, he felt a prick, and suddenly happiness appeared.This pale nurse must have put happiness in a needle.He heard very clearly that she put so much happiness in the needle, too much, too much.He is not stupid at all.Greene has two i... no, mom is dead... no, missing.Happiness is wonderful, maybe you can buy some happiness in a syringe for the little ones, can't everything be bought with money? ...to buy bread...a mountain of bread.... Oh shit!With two i's, doesn't anyone here know the best names in Germany? ... "No," he cried suddenly, "I have not been baptized." Where's mom?Maybe mom is still alive.No, the Luxembourgs killed her, no, the Russians... No, who knows, maybe the Nazis killed her, and she cursed so hard... No, the American soldiers... Oh, little one They can eat bread at ease, eat bread... He wants to buy a mountain of bread for the little ones... There are as many as a mountain, a wagon full of bread... a wagon full of anthracite, and happiness in the needle. There are two i's, damn it! The nun came to see him, felt his pulse, and looked around in a panic.God, do you want to call the doctor?She could no longer leave this sleepy child alone.Little Schrantz died, she ascended to heaven, God bless this little girl with a Russian face!Where did the doctor go? ... She was anxiously turning around beside the leather sofa ... . "No," cried the child, "I have not been baptized." The pulse became more and more chaotic, and beads of sweat appeared on the nun's forehead. "Mr. Doctor, Mr. Doctor!" She shouted loudly, but she knew clearly that no amount of noise could pass through the soundproof door. The child whimpered pitifully. "Bread... buy a mountain of bread for the little ones, chocolate candies... anthracite... Luxembourg soldiers, these pigs, don't shoot! Damn, potatoes, you can get potatoes in peace... eat potatoes Come on! Mrs. Glusman... Pa... Ma... Hubert... the little ones are still peeping through the door." The nun was so frightened that she cried, she dared not go away.The child began to roll, and she held his shoulders tightly, but the leather sofa was so slippery.Little Schrantz died, and that little soul went to heaven.God have mercy, bless and bless her, she is innocent!A cherub, an ugly Russian cherub...now she's beautiful. "No," the boy was about to throw out his arms, "I'm not baptized." The nun raised her head in panic, and kept staring at the boy as she ran to the washbasin.She didn't find the cup, so she ran back again, touched the child's hot forehead, went to the table, grabbed a test tube, and quickly filled it with water, my God, a test tube can hold such a small amount of water... … "Happiness," murmured the child, "put all your happiness in a needle, and put a little for the little ones too. . . . " The nun made the sign of the cross on her chest solemnly and slowly, then poured the water in the test tube onto the boy's forehead, and said with tears, "I will baptize you now..." The boy was suddenly doused with cold water. After waking up, he raised his head abruptly, knocked the test tube out of the nun's hand, and fell to the floor and shattered.The boy looked at the terrified nun with a smile, and murmured, "Baptize...OK..." Then he fell down all of a sudden, his head drooping heavily on the leather sofa. Lying motionless, with all ten fingers outstretched, as if trying to grab something... "Has he had a X-ray?" asked the doctor aloud, and he entered the room with Dr. Lommel, smiling.The nun just shook her head.The doctor walked up to him, picked up the stethoscope habitually, but put it down again. He glanced at Lomeier. Lohengrin took off his hat. Lohengrin was dead... Translated by Liang Jiazhen Xiao Maosao's "Selected Novellas and Short Stories by Burr", published by Foreign Literature Publishing House in 1980 ------------ ① A cardiotonic agent used when rescuing patients with heart failure. —— Annotation ②Bayreuth is a city in Germany. In 1872, German composer Richard Wagner built a theater here to perform his operas. After Wagner died, a music festival was held here every year. Lohengrin is the protagonist in Wagner's opera of the same name. —— Annotation