Балаболка - Призрак Костик - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

We have an old two -story infectious diseases hospital in our city. For nearly fifty years, it has been built and operates to this day. On the ground floor are ill with all sorts of food intoxications, or in other words - poisoning. On the second there are drug addicts with hepatitis, and HIV-induced, and with purulent sore throats, and God also knows with what.

In early September, I replenished the list of patients, thundering with poisoning. In the ward, besides me, there was a woman far over sixty, which was recovering, so she came in the morning for an hour and a half - to the droppers and the distribution of drugs, and then went home. And all day and night I was in the ward alone.

On the first night, she fell into a dream after all injections and droppers without incident. But the second night was very interesting. It seems to be already sleeping, but it seems not. A guy enters the ward, about thirty years old, in a striped T-shirt. I also thought that I probably went to the post to the nurse, and then I made a mistake of the chamber.

This monster begins to pace the ward and mutter something.

I ask him:

- Who are you and what is needed in someone else's ward?

“Kostya I am,” says, “I have a sick liver.”

- So go to your second floor, which generally pinned the first? The march from here, now I’ll call the nurse.

He is all his "liver, they say, it hurts, and Koik is busy all the time and no one wants to treat him." And then - let's tell about my neighbor: “Aunt lies with you, I got here for a long time. They put her in the ward on the bed an hour after the deceased. She was worried and was terribly for her. "

So, I think it's time to call a guide. I knock on the wall. The nurse comes running, includes light in the ward, but there is no Kostya. I explain the situation - “Sleep, sleep,” soothes. No one passed by the post, and there is nobody in the ward, except for you.

The next morning a neighbor came to the procedures. It turned out that for more than twenty years, a aunt really got here and laid it on a bed an hour after the granny on it (bed) gave up a spirit. Sopalatnik asked everything, how did I find out how, who told me?

What to answer? The ghost of Kostya came, they say, and, in fact, informed the information unnecessary to me? And no one could say anything about Kostik. Neither a doctor nor a nurse. Probably, the medical staff has changed more than once during the time that Kostik died here.