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In the Moscow hospital, Lyuda was detained by the head physician herself, Professor Guskova. She was very surprised that the wife of a fireman from Pripyat was able to get there so quickly. But she categorically refused to let her into the ward. “Why can’t I see my husband?” Luda wondered. “Have you been married for a long time, do you have children?” – Guskova answered with a question. And at that moment it seemed to Luda that it must necessarily say: “Yes, there is.” She still does not understand why she did it. “There are two,” only said a young woman. Then the doctor shook her head and sighed. This lie allowed Lyudmila to be with her husband around the clock, until the very end. Tanya Kibenok will arrive a bit later, and she will be given only an hour a day to see her husband. But this will not save her unborn child: immediately after the funeral of Kibenko, she will lose an unborn baby.
During their conversation a woman approached the head physician – Vasily, the attending physician. “Explain to the wife of the firefighter Ignatenko what happened to him,” she turned to her colleague Guskov. She sighed: “His blood is completely affected, the central nervous system …” “So what’s terrible here,” Luda was surprised, “will be nervous, it’s nothing …” The women in white coats looked at each other. They understood that this terrible word combination absolutely nothing speaks to this very young naive girl and she does not know anything about radiation sickness. And they did not explain to her that her Basil had radiation sickness of the 1st degree, incompatible with life.
When Luda went to the ward to the guys, they played cards. As if nothing had happened. Laughing merrily.
The doctors scared me so much that I didn’t expect to see our guys as they were before – cheerful, cheerful. Seeing me, Vasya joked: “Oh, boys, she found me here too! Well, my wife! ”He was always such a joker. Guskova warned me that you can not touch her husband, no kissing. But who listened to her!
The guys asked Luda about how things are at home. She told them that the evacuation had begun. And Victor Kibenok then said: “This is the end. We will no longer see our city. ” Luda, who did not yet understand the scale of the accident, began to argue with him: “Yes, it’s only for three days – they will wash, clean, and we will return. “
Every day it got worse. Two days later, everyone (at first there were 28 people, then they brought several more) were transferred to separate chambers, explaining that this was necessary for hygiene purposes. At the same time, the mother of Vladimir Pravik arrived, a bit later, Tatiana Kibenok, relatives of other firefighters.
For a while I lived with the hope that Vasya would be fine. But a bone marrow transplant was scheduled for May 2. They called all relatives – a mother, two sisters, a brother, in order to determine who, by medical parameters, is more suitable as a donor.
Analyzes have shown that the best donor is the 12-year-old sister Vali Natasha. But Ignatenko flatly refused: “Do not persuade, I will not allow the child to ruin his life!” The doctors explained to Vasily that in an ecologically clean environment the bone marrow is quickly restored. Finally, the elder sister Lyuda, who was an emergency doctor, managed to get Vasina’s consent for her bone marrow transplantation. The operation was done by an outstanding American bone marrow transplant specialist Gail. As a result, Vasily did not take bone marrow, and his sister did not recover. Today, Vasili’s sister is disabled, her metabolism is completely disturbed, she is given a blood transfusion every week. Almost immediately, my sister returned to work in the zone, in her native Bragin. He does not want to leave, he says: “I will die in my homeland.”
“I saw how Vasya was changing: his hair fell out, his lungs were swollen, his chest rose higher and higher every day, his kidneys refused, his internal organs began to decompose. More and more new burns appeared, the skin on the arms and legs cracked. Then he was transferred to the pressure chamber – and me along with him. I did not move away from him for a minute: after all, the nurses no longer approached Vasya. He suffered so much, any movement hurt him. He needed to re-lay the sheet, because every fold became a cause of torment. When I turned Vasya over, his skin remained in my arms. He screamed in pain. It was impossible to put clothes on him: it was all swollen, the skin turned blue, the wounds cracked, blood was oozing. In recent days it was very difficult: he had vomiting, pieces of lungs, liver came out … Now I understand the nurses: they knew that nothing could be done to help him. Besides, I did not realize the danger that emanated from him, still continuing to hope. I did not know how I would live without Vasya, what would happen to me …
May 9 Luda could not stand it. She jumped out into the corridor so that Vasya would not see her tears. She covered her mouth with her hands so as not to scream at the top of her voice. Gale came up to her, embraced her fatherly, began to console her. “You should have helped him!” “I can’t, too much radiation, too much …” And suddenly he guessed, inexplicably he realized that she was expecting a child. Then a scandal arose in the hospital. Guskova screamed and cried alternately: “What have you done? How could you not think of a child? You sat near the reactor, in your Vasya 1600 x-ray! You killed both yourself and the child! ”“ But he is protected, he is inside of me! My baby will be fine, ”Luda cried. When she was checked for radioactivity, she already had 68 x-rays.
In those days Luda and Vasya talked a lot, remembered, dreamed.
“If a girl is born, we’ll call her Natasha,” Vasya told me. – A boy … boy name Vasya. “Then I didn’t even think what he wanted to say, and began to joke, they say, why would I need two Vasya and how would I distinguish them. And suddenly his face suddenly changed: it was so cheerful, and then it seemed as if all the dash had gone down, it became sad. I have never seen such a change in an instant. I think he knew that he was doomed, and he wanted to leave behind him a memory – the name of his son.
There were still many shrill, touching, scary moments. Before the morning round, Luda left the ward, hiding from the doctors. Some nurse brought an orange to Vasily – a big, beautiful one. “Take, eat, I left you, you love,” he nodded to his wife in the direction of the nightstand where the orange lay. Under the influence of drugs, he took a nap, and Lyudmila went to the store. When she returned, the orange was gone. “Who took it, go find it, I left it to you,” Vasya startled. And the nurse standing in the door just shook her head. She deliberately picked it up so that Luda, God forbid, did not eat it – a small orange ball, having lain next to Ignatenko for a couple of hours, was already full of deadly radiation.
We remembered the wedding, our home. He tried to joke, he told funny stories – just to make me smile. We supported each other. It was true love, because I never experienced such a feeling. We understood each other from half a word, from half a glance. He was not eloquent, just in his eyes was all he wanted to tell me.
Sometimes my husband would get angry: “How will I live, no hair …” “This is nothing, Vasya, but what kind of savings, no shampoo is needed, I wiped it with a handkerchief and that’s it,” Luda joked. “Yes, and no bulbs are needed in the house,” Vasya immediately picked up with a laugh. I wonder how I had the strength to hold back in those moments. Now I don’t have them anymore, because these memories are always with me.
Vasily Ignatenko lived until May 13. Just that day, there was the funeral of Viktor Kibenko, and Lyuda and his wife went to the cemetery to support Tanya. She already knew that Vasya would soon leave, and called all her relatives to Moscow. In the funeral bus, all the women sat in black headscarves, and Luda refused to put it on.
He died at 11. 15. Just at that time I suddenly felt so pained: a sudden pain pierced my heart. I grabbed a black handkerchief and put it on. Tanya leaned toward me and began to calm me down. Later, the nurses told me that Vasya called me. They did not know how to calm him down. “Lucy, Luce …”, – with these words he died.
Ignatenko, like everyone else, was buried in two coffins – wooden and zinc. At Mitinsky cemetery, 28 people were buried, buried nearby, the grave to the grave. A few years later, the gravestones were removed and poured with concrete, because the radioactive background was too great. They set up a symbolic monument: a man shields a city from a nuclear explosion. On the graves are stone bas-reliefs with carved faces.
