One of the doctors, a tall dark man with a black moustache and a hooked nose, with an enormous wart7 over his right eyebrow8, told Grigori to help one of the patients into the bath-room; the new attendant, eager to be useful, seized hold of the patient with such a show of zeal that he called out and groaned9.
"Take care, my man! Don't break him in two!" said the doctor quite seriously. "We've got to get him into the bath-room whole.... These words confused Orloff. The patient, however, a long thin fellow, smiled constrainedly10, and said in a hollow voice—" He doesn't understand yet ... he's a new hand....
The head doctor, an old gentleman with a pointed11 grey beard and great flashing eyes, had told the Orloffs when they first came into the Infirmary how they should manage the patients, and what they had to do under certain circumstances. At the end of his instructions he asked them if they had taken a bath lately, and then gave them out white aprons12. The voice of this old gentleman had in it something pleasing and sympathetic, and the Orloffs felt they should like him. But half-an-hour afterwards they had forgotten all his instructions in the noisy rush of work in the Infirmary.
People in white clothes ran up against them; commands which were carried out with lightning speed by the attendants, sounded in their ears; the patients groaned, sobbed13 and sighed; water flowed splashing and hissing14 from the taps; and this blending of sounds seemed to fill the air, which was already saturated15 with sharp unpleasant smells that irritated the nose; and it seemed to Orloff that every word of the doctors, every sigh of the patients, was impregnated with the same smell.
At first all this appeared to him like a wild chaos16, in which he could never feel at home, but which worked on him increasingly in a depressing, bewildering way. But after a few hours he was seized by the strong current of energy which flowed through everything. He pricked17 up his ears, and felt a burning desire to get into the swim, and learn how to do all these things that others were doing; joined with the feeling that he would be lighter-hearted and happier if he could be swept away in this whirlpool.
"Corrosive18 sublimate19!" shouted one of the doctors.
"Some more hot water in the bath over there!" a thin little student with red eyes ordered.
"Look here! What's your name?"
"Orloff."
"All right!... Just rub this patient's feet ... yes, that's right ... so.... I see you understand at once.... So—o ... not so hard! or you will rub his skin off!..."
"Oh! how tired I am!" exclaimed another student, long-haired and pock-marked, whilst he was giving Orloff the necessary instructions.
"They have brought in another patient!" some one exclaimed.
"Orloff, just go and see!... Help them to bring him in."
Grigori, full of zeal, followed out all the directions. He was covered with perspiration20, there was a ringing in his ears, and a mist swam before his eyes. At times the consciousness of himself disappeared entirely21 under the mass of impressions which crowded in upon him at every moment. The dark-green rings round the glassy eyes of the patients, their leaden-coloured faces, their bones, which stood out from their bodies, their clammy, bad-smelling skins, the horrible convulsions of the half-dead bodies, all this oppressed his heart painfully, and produced a nausea22 which he had never experienced before.
Once or twice he had caught a hurried glimpse of his wife in the corridor of the Infirmary; she seemed in these few hours to have grown thinner, and her white face wore a troubled look.
"Well, how are you getting on?" he asked during one of these hurried encounters. She could only answer with a smile, and disappeared immediately.
A thought struck Grischka, which he however kept to himself; was it really so necessary for him to have brought his wife with him into this hell? She might catch the infection and die.... The second time he met her he called out to her in a loud voice—
"Be sure and keep yourself clean; wash your hands very often, and take every care!"
"Why do you say all that? What if I don't take care?" she asked, showing her little white teeth; and it seemed to him as if she were defying him.
Her reply made him angry.
"There she is," he thought, "joking even in such a place as this! What a parcel of fools these women-folk are!"
He found however no further opportunity to give her recommendations. Matrona, having noticed the angry look on his face, hurried away to the women's side of the building.
A minute later Grigori was helping23 to carry into the mortuary the body of a policeman who had been well known to him. Only two days before he had seen the policeman at his post, and had sworn at him as he had passed by; they had never been on good terms together. And now he saw this man, such a short time before so strong and healthy, lying dead, and quite disfigured with convulsions. The corpse24 swayed backwards25 and forwards against the bearers, and stared with wide-open glassy eyes.
Orloff realized the whole force and cruelty of the contrast. "Why does one ever come into the world?" he thought to himself, "if such a horrible complaint as this can knock one over in four-and-twenty hours?"
He glanced at the bier, and felt a movement of pity for the dead policeman. What would become now of the three children of the dead man? Last year he lost his wife, and there had scarcely been time for him to marry again ... now the poor little creatures would be left orphans26 entirely....
This thought filled him with a feeling of real pain. Suddenly the left arm of the corpse began to stretch out and to straighten itself, and at the same time the mouth of the dead man, which till then had stood open, and drawn27 down on the left side, closed itself.
"Stop a moment," said Orloff to the other bearer; and he rested the bier on the ground. "He is still alive!" he whispered in a terrified voice.
The bearer, who had been helping him to carry the stretcher, turned round, looked at the corpse attentively28, and then said angrily to Orloff—
"What nonsense you are talking! Don't you understand that he is getting himself ready for his coffin29? Don't you see how the cholera30 has twisted him up?... He can't lie in the coffin in that position!... Come! Let's get on again!"
"But just look; he is still moving!" protested Orloff, trembling with horror.
"Hurry up now! Catch hold, you fool!... Don't you understand what I say, then?... He has to move in order to relax his limbs! Are you then such an ignorant and stupid chap?... He alive?... How can any one say that about a corpse? That's mutiny, brother!... All our corpses31 here move, but I should advise you to be quiet about it Don't tell a soul that he has moved! Otherwise one will tell his neighbour, and his neighbour will add a little bit on to the story, and we shall soon have a regular row up at the Infirmary, because they will be saying we bury them alive! The whole mob would come here and pull everything to pieces.... And you would get your share of the knocks!... Do you understand? .... We will put him down there to the left."
The quiet voice of Pronim—that was the name of the other attendant—and his soft way of speaking, calmed and reassured32 Grigori.
"Just keep a level head, brother! You will soon get used to it all. There is no harm going on here.... The feeding, and the management, and everything are first-class.... We have all to die some day, every one recognizes that But till that time comes, keep, as I have said, a level head!... Will you have a glass of schnapps?"
"Why not?" replied Orloff.
"I have got a drop in the corner there, ready for use on these sort of occasions. What do you say; shall we have a go at it?" They went off accordingly towards a quiet corner of the Infirmary, and pulled themselves together with a small glass of spirits. Then Pronim dropped some essence of peppermint33 on to a piece of sugar, and handed it to Orloff.
"Take it; otherwise they will smell that we have been drinking. They are very particular here about vodka; they say it is bad for one."
"And you?... have you got accustomed to the life here?" asked Grigori.
"I should think so! I was one of the first to come. Hundreds have died before my eyes. One lives here indeed in a state of uncertainty34, but otherwise, to tell the truth, it's not bad ... it is God's work,—just like the Red Cross in war. Have you heard of the Red Cross ambulance work, and of the nurses and sisters? I saw them in the Turkish war.... And I was also at Ardahan and at Kars. They were indeed a brave lot, those ambulance people I Full of kind-heartedness and courage. We soldiers had at least our guns and cannons35; but they went about among the bullets as if they had been walking about in some pleasant garden. And when they found either one of us or a Turk—they brought them all to the place where the doctors were dressing36 the wounds, and stood near, whilst all around them the bullets were flying ... sch!... sch!... Tju!... Fit!... Often some poor chap would be hit by a ball just at the back of the neck,—ping!... and there he would lie...."
This conversation, added to the drop of vodka which he held drunk, put Orloff into a more cheerful frame of mind.
"If I were to tell A, then I should also have to tell B," he consoled himself with thinking, whilst he rubbed the feet of a patient. "As the ale is drawn, so it must be drunk."
Behind him some one was begging in a plaintive37 voice—"Give me water!... Give me something to drink ... for the love of...."
Another one called out, his teeth chattering38 with cold—"Oh!... Och!... Hohoho!... hotter still!... It does me good, doctor! Christ will reward you!... Give me some more hot water...."
"Just pass the wine over here!" called out Doctor Wasschtschenko.
Orloff listened, full of interest, whilst he did his own work, to all that went on around him, and it began to dawn upon him that it was not all so meaningless and chaotic39 as it appeared to him at first This was no chaos reigning40 here, but powerful, conscious, active strength. It was only when he thought of the police-officer, that a cold terror took possession of him, and he threw a scared glance out of the window towards the mortuary where the dead man lay. He really did believe at heart that the police-officer was dead, but at times horrid41 doubts shot through his mind. Suppose the dead man were to suddenly jump up and shout! And he remembered how some one had told him once that those who had died of the cholera broke out of their coffins42, and, so it was said, ran about alter each other. As he went backwards and forwards at his work, rubbing the limbs of one patient, helping another into a bath, everything seemed to be seething43 and turning round in his brain. He thought of Matrona; what was she perhaps doing at this same moment? Sometimes he felt a fleeting44 wish to see her at once, if only for a minute. But immediately this was succeeded by another thought; "After all, she's all right here!... It's good for her to have to move about; the fat little lump.... It won't hurt her to get a bit thinner ... perhaps then she won't be so stupid...."
He could not get rid of the thought that Matrona was nourishing hidden desires in her breast, which were not flattering to his own manly45 vanity. He went to the length of acknowledging to himself that she certainly had every right to be discontented with her past life, and it was possible she might long for some sort of change. The fact of his acknowledging this much to himself was the cause of his mistaking his doubts as to her loyalty46 for the truth; and as a result of his jealousy47 he asked himself the question—"Why did I want to leave my cellar, and get into this kettle of hot water?" ... But all these, and other thoughts, stirred and whirled deep down at the bottom of his soul, they had no influence on his work, and they were driven into the background by the ceaseless attention which he bestowed48 on all that went on in the Infirmary. He had never in his life seen men work as did these doctors and medical students, and more than once he thought, as he looked into their drawn faces, that they indeed more than earned their salaries.
As soon as Orloff was off duty he went, though he could hardly keep on his legs, into the courtyard of the Infirmary, and lay down close to the wall, under the window of the dispensary. His thoughts seemed all scattered49; near his heart he felt a dull, throbbing50 pain, and his legs were heavy with fatigue51. He seemed to have no more strength left either for thought or desire, but stretched himself out at once on the turf, and stared up towards the sky, which was filled with the many-coloured cloud-glories of the setting sun. He dropped asleep at once, half-dead with fatigue.
He dreamt that he and his wife were the guests of Doctor Wasschtschenko—in a great room, around which stood elegant Viennese chairs. On these chairs sat all the patients from the Infirmary. In the middle of the room the doctor began to dance the Russian national dance with Matrona, whilst Grischka himself played on the accordion52 and laughed light-heartedly, for the doctor's long legs were quite stiff at the joints53, and he stepped in a dignified54 way like a heron on a bog55, by the side of Matrona. And the patients sitting round all laughed also, and swayed uncertainly on their chairs.
Suddenly there appeared at the door the police-officer.
"Aha!" he cried out in a gloomy threatening voice. "You thought I was dead already, brother Grischka! Here you are playing on the accordion ... but you sent me into the mortuary.... So now then, get up with you, and come and follow me!"
Trembling in his whole body, and covered with perspiration, Orloff awoke, and scrambled56 up from the ground, whilst Doctor Wasschtschenko stood watching him reproachfully, and remarked—
"Just listen to what I've got to say to you, my friend; if you want to go to sleep you have your own bunk57 there in the Infirmary! Haven't they shown you where it is? What sort of an attendant do you call yourself, if you go and lie here on the ground with nothing over your body?... If you get an inward chill, and knock up and die (which God forbid), what's going to happen then? That's not the way to behave, my friend.... Why you're shivering now ... come along with me, and I will give you something for that...."
"I was so dead tired," muttered Orloff in a low voice, making excuses for himself.
"So much the worse! You'll have to take care.... It's a dangerous time just now, and we need you here very much."
Orloff followed the doctor quietly through the corridors of the Infirmary, swallowed in silence a small glass of medicine, which was handed to him, then drank another; finally made a grimace58 and spat59 on one side.
"That's right ... and now go and have a good sleep.... Good-day to you!..."
The doctor strode with his long thin legs down the corridor, and Orloff stood watching him. Suddenly a smile lit up the attendant's whole face, and he ran after the doctor.
"Thank you so much, doctor."
"What for?" asked the doctor, standing60 still.
"Why, for the work that I have got here! I will do all I can to please you, for I like being here in all this bustle61 ... and you said just now you needed me ... so I thank you specially62 for that, with all my heart...."
The doctor watched with surprise the joyful63, excited face of the new attendant, and smiled in a friendly way.
"You're a queer sort of fellow! But it's all right ... you take it the right way.... There is something straightforward64 in what you say. Come then ... do your work well But not for my sake; do it for the sick people.... It's like a field of battle here; we have to save the sick from the jaws65 of disease; do you understand? Well then, help us with all your strength to conquer. Now then, be off and get some sleep!"
Orloff was soon lying in his bunk, feeling a pleasant sensation of pride at being on such a confidential66 footing with a person like the doctor. He was' only sorry that Matrona had not overheard the conversation. But he would tell her about it to-morrow. She would scarcely believe it, the fat little lump that she was.... Busy with such pleasant thoughts Grigori fell asleep.
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perspiration
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